I Swear to Drunk I'm Not God

The shift in Bowen's deep green eyes when he began to tease her in turn for all the suggestive stares and winks she'd shot his way from across the great hall was obvious, and even in his inebriated state, Artorias could see the glazed over look of lust smoldering in her emerald gaze. It was the look she wore so well and the look he loved seeing on her face. It awoke something deep within him, something primal and raw, and with the help of the copious amounts of wine in his belly removing any inhibitions or restraints, he wanted the sweet caramel and cream fae before him in the most carnal way a brute could want a fae. For the longest moment neither Carpathian moved, the two siblings holding one another's gaze, the only sound in the room the soft crackles and snaps from the fading fire. Artorias gazed at Bowen with a deep-seated longing. He wanted her to say yes. He wanted her to stay so he could wrap her up in his arms and hold her close, knowing she'd never disappear from his life again.

In the end, Bowen didn't say yes. She didn't say a word, in fact, as she stood once more and hurried out of his room. Artorias lifted his head an inch to peer off after her, almost giving a soft whine to beg her not to go, but she'd vanished just as swiftly as she'd appeared on the stairs. Feeling even more confused in his drunken haze, Artorias started to wonder if he'd said something wrong. The large black and blue brute began to shift and rise, fighting through his spinning head to try and pursue Bowen and apologize for... whatever he'd done to make her run like that. But as he was righting himself and mustering up the physical will to get to his feet again, Bowen slipped quietly back into his room, closing the door behind her as she brought a bucket of water to him on the bed. She urged him to drink, tempting him with the promise of kisses, and when he looked at the cool water in the bucket, he realized just how thirsty he had been.

Artorias dunked his muzzle into the water, doing his absolute best not to spill it on his bed while he guzzled down mouthful after mouthful of the refreshing water, feeling each swallow ease his parched throat and wash away the lingering taste of wine from his palate. Artorias drank greedily, almost draining the bucket in one go before he emerged gasping softly for breath. A happy sigh passed his lips and he carefully lifted the bucket again to set it down on the floor beside the bed, saving some water for when they'd no doubt need it later. Amber eyes glazed with slow burning desire turned back to Bowen once more. She was teasing him, toying with him; he knew it and he enjoyed it.

"No more winey taste," he declared, words a little slower and slurred, but still coherent. He shifted closer to the edge of the bed, reaching a large paw up to gingerly caress Bowen's ivory cheek. For a long moment, Artorias just stared at her, eyes shining with a profound love. She looked beautiful always, but silhouetted in the dimming orange firelight, Bowen looked magical. Those rich verdant eyes seemed to glow and shine, making his heart miss beats and his pulse quicken. Sizable digits flexed to stroke over his sister's cheek, reveling in her presence after being deprived of her for nearly half of their lives. Artorias never wanted to let Bowen go ever again.

"You're so beautiful, Bowen..." murmured the smitten and intoxicated brute. "Te iubesc." He hoped that Bowen had been keeping up with her Carpathian lessons, otherwise his efforts to show his affection for the Carpathian woman would fall flat. It was a simple phrase, one that even his muddled brain could recall, and it was the first time he'd ever spoken it to another. It would have been so easily to simply lean forward and capture her lips in a kiss then and there, but Artorias and Bowen were cut from the same cloth, and he enjoyed teasing his sister back just as much. Slipping away to flop back onto the mattress with a grunt, Artorias shifted over and patted the bed once more to invite Bowen up to join him. He wanted to kiss her, yes, but he also wanted to wrap her up in his arms and hold every part of her close to him as he did so. Hanging off the edge of the bed didn't afford him that liberty.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian"