The Gargoyle and the Princess

Bramble grumbled and groaned but, in the end, Dusk got her out the door and on the way to the meeting that she'd already set up. She understood anxiety and second guessing oneself. Look at her situation with Sitri and how long it had taken her to even acknowledge the fact that she liked him. So, that was why Dusk was pushing her sister. If she was forced to act, well... things would get over more quickly and Bramble would be able to move on and breathe again.

The pair of Carpathians arrived at their father's study and made their way inside. Dusk, as stoic and severe as usual, brow already furrowed, walked in behind her sister just to make sure that Bramble wouldn't balk and hightail it back to her room. Once the door was shut, the dark lady's tension eased a bit.

Moving across the room, Artorias spoke and Dusk's expression grew offended at his question, though there was mirth in her fiery gaze. "Do you doubt my ability to get rid of my own bodies?" she quipped, one dark brow raised. For the record, she could get rid of her own bodies, thank you very much.

"We're here to discuss promotions." Dusk waved Bramble forward, giving the floor to her sister. They were here because of her, afterall. It was only fair that Bram spoke first, eh? Besides, Dusk didn't know what Bramble wanted, she only knew what she wanted.

"Dusk Carpathius"