set at the bonfire, in response to this post

 To say he was nervous was an understatement. He kept telling himself to relax and that everything was going to be fine. There was no reason Artorias should deny Sorcerer and deep down, he knew that Sorcerer would agree to stay. He already had agreed to stay with him, anyway. But Grimshaw had more planned, and would that be too much for him?

He was antsy on his paws and he was startled when Sorcerer pressed against him, his heart nearly jumping from his chest as he smiled sheepishly. His tail wagged though, clearly excited to see his boyfriend but obviously startled on top of the nerves that would have him sweating bullets if he could.

"You scared me," he said with an awkward, breathy laugh as if it wasn't obvious and leaned back into Sorcerer gently, quickly calming down though his nerves would forever remain until everything was said and done.

"Glad you made it safe," he hummed softly and leaned in to kiss him gently and respectfully in the crowd despite the urge to drag him away from here and somewhere much more private. Grimshaw had never been good with crowds, but he had to make due today. "Shall we find Artorias, then?" he broke away from the kiss to say, clearly eager to get this over with. Besides, the sooner they got his answer, the sooner they could leave the festival.

"Speech!"

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The way he brushes up against his taller boyfriend’s side has the oil slick form jumping and Sorcerer lets out a soft chuckle as Grimshaw admits that he had scared him. Turning his bright violet gaze up to look into those beautiful argent eyes, the monochrome man widens his own orbs slightly and does his best to appear the perfect picture of innocent as he purrs playfully, “Me? Scare you? Oh, come now Shaw, I thought nothing in this world could ever sneak up you.”

A smile worms its way onto his face while a soft, musical laugh fills the air around him. Head dips in agreement as Shaw mentions that he is glad he made it safely and another chuckle, short and light is offered as he leans in toward Grim, his voice dipping lower as he bemoans, “Yeah, the trip from the Falls was terribly long and I didn’t have a handsome man to walk me here.” Shaw is quick to capture his lips and Sorcerer greedily drinks in the chaste kiss among the gathered wolves.

Lips vibrate as he softly hums his apperception to Grimshaw and finds himself sadden when the taller man pulls away. The words that are offered has him nodding and he stands, saying, “Yep. I’m ready.” Of course, Sorcerer is eager to talk with Artorias so that he can hopefully gain his permission to stay with Shaw in the Hallows. Giving his coat a soft shake, he squares his shoulders and settles in toward his boyfriend’s side as they go to seek out the Lord of the Castle.


"Sorcerer Vyle-Klein"

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Playing the host of the party, Artorias was making his rounds to talk to everyone in attendance. Share a few jokes here, listen to a story there, cast cautionary stares over at his daughters with their boyfriends, grab a drink, and wash, rinse, repeat. Artorias enjoyed hosting events where wolves from all walks of life and families and friends could come together to enjoy life together. It brought him profound happiness to be able to share the bounty the Hallows enjoyed with the wolves he cared about, and seeing it bring wolves together was the greatest reward of all. And speaking of bringing wolves together... Art approached his brother and the monochrome brute at his side. He had seen the man before at last year's bonfire, but unfortunately had not had the pleasure of officially meeting Grimshaw's significant other yet. It seemed like that was about to change though.

Approaching the two brutes, the Lord of Cinder regarded his brother with a grin and the other man with a welcoming smile. "Grim! Are you going to hide your boyfriend away from us again this year?" he teased his brother with a hearty chuckle before eyes that matched the blazing bonfire behind them turned to Sorcerer. "Welcome to the Hallows. Anyone close to Grimshaw is welcome here. I hope you both have a lovely time tonight!" Art then waited for either Grimshaw or Sorcerer to make the necessary introductions.

"Artorias Carpathius" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Eira" | "Argent"

One big happy family

Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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Sorcerer was a tease, a pro at making Grimshaw want to carry him away and silence that flirty mouth with kisses among other things. Now was not the time though, but soon, he was certain of it. Soon Sorcerer would be his in more ways than one. If everything went to plan, and he was certain it would, then he could have the man all to himself for the rest of his life. He didn't want anyone else, not even Malachai. He had only been a stepping stone to the real love of his life, and he wouldn't have changed anything.

"You're one of a kind," he purred in response with a smirk as he laughed. He wished he could've been there to guide him back to these plains, but if he had... well, Grimshaw was certain to be too distracted to have made it on time. "I hope you're not too tired, I have a long night planned for us," he smirked, voice barely above a whisper as he briefly imagined all the things he wanted to do to with him. He couldn't now though, not yet. There were far more important things to focus on presently.

Leaning in to press a soft kiss onto Sorcerer's cheek, he hummed and smiled before setting off to find his brother. It wasn't hard to spot him, however, and Artorias even seemed to realize his presence was requested and began with a jest. Grimshaw smiled and chuckled, refusing to let the awkwardness roll in. "This is Sorcerer, and actually... I was hoping that he could stay.. permanently?" He didn't know why he sounded so... hopeful. Deep down, he knew that Artorias would be happy to welcome him in. So why was he worried?

"Speech!"

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Flirting with Shaw was so easy, so natural and Sorcerer loves to try and fluster him so he can see that adorable smile. The smirks and replies have the monochrome man grinning and he suddenly slips in close, lips brushing against the taller man’s as he whispers, “Promises, promises. I’ll show you just much stamina I have.” Silky words drip with honey but the excitement at the prospect of the night to come is easy to read in Sore’s purple gaze.

A huge man approaches them and Sorcerer is quick to disengage from Grimshaw and move back to his side, a wide, genuine smile is on his lips as he looks up at Shaw’s brother. Dipping his head in a polite bow, he allows his boyfriend to make the introduction before adding, “It is a pleasure to meet you, sir. I would be honored if you would allow me the chance to join your pack so that I can stay with Shaw.” Eyes sparkle with mirth as he quickly adds, “Someone has to take care of him.”

True, the oil-slick of a wolf is a strong warrior but Sorcerer knows there is more to life than just fighting and it is about time someone doted on Shaw. The monochrome man just hopes he can make Grimshaw happy.


"Sorcerer Vyle-Klein"

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