Teenagers scare the living shit out of me

Briar knew how much Artorias loved when she spoke in his family's tongue and she couldn't help but grin when she felt how he quivered against her just from a few tender words. Sometimes she felt like she struggled a bit when it came to knowing how to best support him in the numerous stresses and struggles he was put through in his position, but if there was one thing that had always been easy for her it was knowing how to push all of his buttons just right. A grin crossed her features as his muzzle brushed against her own, her eyes fluttering closed as she listened to his sweet words of love and devotion to her. He was everything she could have possibly hoped for in her life and it was little moments like this that reminded her just how lucky she was. She had never pursued Artorias because he was in a position of power or because of his influence. She had only ever seen the pure, good hearted, handsome, loving brute he was and loved him for that.

She giggled softly as he leaned into her and pressed his body closer to hers, letting her head tip back to give him access to her neck as he nuzzled into her and breathed in her scent. "Și niciun fae nu a iubit vreodată o brută așa cum te iubesc eu, băiatul meu albastru," she purred back in response. Her paw that wasn't covered with Artorias' lifted to slip up around the back of his neck as she nuzzled her cheek into his, shifting to turn toward him and press her chest into his. Not that she ever needed an excuse to love on her husband, but given all of the strain and worry that had been on his shoulders lately she felt like now was a perfect time to relieve some of that stress. "De ce nu pui o parte din dragostea asta în acțiune, draga mea?" she teased as she pulled back just enough to catch his amber gaze with her own heavy lidded glance, giving him a sly grin while her claws combed through his scruff.

"Artorias & Briar Carpathius"