I Swear to Drunk I'm Not God

A grin found its way to Artorias' face the moment that she reentered the room. He then gladly stuck his whole head in the bucket and drank greedily of the water. The former seafarer had cared for enough drunken sailors to know how necessary water was after imbibing and she would care for her brother in the same manner. In the morning, she'd even fetch him breakfast if he was so inclined. It was all so... mundane. Just the two of them alone here, caring for him as though he was her own. Had time been kinder to them... Perhaps...

Lids slid closed over the fae's jungle colored eyes as she pushed the thought away. No matter how many times she thought of it, that path in life was forever lost. They both had to accept it, though perhaps she was having a slightly harder time accepting it. Especially in moments like these when they were together. And they worked so well together. Just the two of them locked away against the world that had done them so very much wrong in their short lives. Bowen was beyond thankful to have Artorias in her life again, no matter the capacity.

Once he'd quaffed as much water as needed, Artorias placed the bucket back on the ground. To keep it safe from spilling, Bo pushed it a little further from the bed. Who knew what they'd be getting up to? Couldn't risk knocking it over. As she turned back to her brother, one big paw slid forward to cup her cheek. Her eyes never left his, but she leaned into that touch, pouring every ounce of her love for him into those verdant depths. His words met her ears and the delicate auds shifted, sliding forward to catch every syllable of their mother's native tongue. Yes, she'd been keeping up on her lessons. Bowen had a knack for languages and they came to her easily. She wasn't an expert in Romanian by any means, but she had a decent grasp. Enough to answer the black and blue giant on the bed. "Ai inima mea, frate." And he did. She shared her heart between Artorias and Haiku. Her emotions would forever be torn between them, but in this moment, her heart was all for the man upon the wide, inviting bed.

She wanted his lips against her own. He'd gone through the trouble to wash the wine from his mouth, after all. Better not let such efforts go to waste. Ah, but he teased her in turn, pulling away to sprawl back upon the cushions and furs. His paw gave a little beckoning pet and she would not keep him waiting. Still, Bowen's eyes never left the golden pools of Artorias as her lithe frame leaped effortlessly onto the bed, the plush surface barely giving beneath her meager weight. With him laying on his back like that, just staring at her with lust filled orbs, she couldn't deny him. She never wanted to deny him. Moving slowly towards the prone man, Bowen didn't lay beside him. Instead, she continued to stand, but walked over him, straddling his big body as best as she could. Their chests touched and if the heat in her eyes could cause harm, Artorias would have been burned alive.

One paw raised to gently rake through the thicker fur on the side of his neck, her claws lightly grazing the skin beneath. She didn't kiss him. Not yet. Bowen simply stared, taking in the sight of the amazing man before her. That they were siblings didn't matter to either of them. What mattered to her was that, every time she looked at him, she knew that he'd never given up on her. It was all there in his gilded gaze, laid bare for her eyes alone. He never gave up and when she was returned to them, he welcomed her back as though time had never passed. For that alone, she would love him to the ends of time and beyond.

Then she kissed him. Lids sliding to conceal grassy pools, Bowen used her paw to slide under her brother's jaw, lightly directing his muzzle upwards where she claimed it with her own. Gentle pressure parted his obsidian lips and her tongue slid within, dancing over teeth, gums and tongue. There were still remnants of wine, but it wasn't an unpleasant taste. This was very much Artorias and she lost herself within his flavor.

"Bowen" | "Carpathian"