When will I see you again

The world spun as Artorias shifted, pulling her down on top of him so they lay on the barracks floor. The open bottle of alcohol was forgotten somewhere nearby. She closed her eyes and tried not to puke, and was somehow successful. When the dizziness passed she let out a soft, content sigh. His promises like a blanket settling over her. Comfortable and warm, and knew she could trust him. She would always belong to Artorias Carpathius.

She could feel sleep like a shroud coming over her. Her experience with alcohol thus far was far removed from what she had witnessed with the Raiders. “I’d still service you any time, My Lord” she whispered softly, and fell asleep. Lightly snoring in his arms.

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