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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

"Okay," Em grinned, then paused and said, "But I have to taste your drinks first. Don't want anything going bad." She gave his hand a bit of a squeeze, then went over to the wine table, which also had some glasses of whiskey set out. Emmalia a took two whiskeys and sipped both - judging them both safe, she handed one to Callum and quickly downed hers.
 
Callum smiled as he drank his whiskey, enjoying the fact that not all Lords drank was fancy wine. He kept his eyes on Emmalia, seeing that she was so easily drinking so much alcohol. He didn't even think she had a stomach big enough for all of the wine she had drunk, but as long as she was content and happy, he was too, and would drink right along side her.
 
It didn't take much more for Emmalia to be adequately drunk enough to be clingy-ER on Callum. She kept her hand on his arm rather than holding his hand, which meant she was that much closer to him. She shrank towards him slightly when people passed a bit too close by. When she felt tried, she would lean her head against his shoulder. Still, though, she insisted on taking sips from anything Callum might drink, so there was no chance of her winding down. Another noticeable aspect of her being drunk was that she was more giggly. In reality, this is similar to what she had been like back in the fans of her acting troupe, before anything else. And she was only drunk, not yet hammered, though if Callum didn't stop drinking, then she wouldn't either - and she was rather dependent on him for balance.
 
Callum could see the changes in her posture, composure and speech as she began to get more and more drunk. In all reality, Callum would have Emmalia taste his drinks for him, and then he'd simply put them back when she wasn't looking. Callum was lightly buzzed, still, but he wasn't getting as bad as Emmalia, he wanted to enjoy this. Callum soon got another drink and asked, "Oh dearest Emmalia, would you be so kind as to ensure I don't get poisoned by this one?"
 
Enmalia raised an eyebrow at him and took the drink, then said, "You won't drink it anyway," and drank half of it just to shock him. She handed the rest to him an said, "I don't know how long you've been having me taste test and then been putting it back. But if you don't like the alcohol, you don't have to drink any." She was so just as clingy as before, but her speech had begun to slur slightly, which for her, meant she was definitely pretty damn drunk. It just didn't occur to her that he was letting her get drunk - she figured he simply didn't want to drink.
 
Callum smiled softly and played along with what she didn't require was a way to see what Emmalia was like when she was absolutely hammered. Sure, he'd have to soon leave the party with her so she wouldn't make a fool of herself at some point, but for now it was quite entertaining. "Oh Emmalia," He said over dramatically. "I didn't want you to have to drink by yourself, I'm so sorry."
 
"Don't make fun of me," she giggled softly with her head against his chest. She had sensed that overly dramatic tone of his. "I was drinking because you were." She then added, much more quietly, "Cal, I'm tired. There's so much noise here, and all these people smell like.... sweet. Too much perfume. And the smoke from the braziers, it smells fine but it's mingling with the other smells. The band is okay but the sound of all these heartbeats and voices at once, it's getting to me." She leaned more against him, like she expected him to just wrap her up in a protective, sound-proofed blanket. Overall, she was much more meek and vulnerable than she typically showed, but this time with Cal, it wasn't because she was miserable or dying. She trusted him to take care of her.
 
Callum gave a nod of his head and began to walk in the direction of his quarters. "I'll take care of you Em, don't worry." He gave her a kiss on her head, excused himself from a few people attempting to make conversation, and got Emmalia back up to their bedroom. He set her down on the bed gently, and asked, "How do you feel? You're not going to throw up are you?"
 
Em shook her head. "No. Just tired. If I was going to be a fun drunk, I passed that five drinks ago." She caught his arm and almost playfully tugged on it so he would sit down beside her. "I love you, Cal."
 
Callum smiled as he sat beside her on her the bed, his arm wrapping around her waist. "I love you too, Em." He couldn't help but think of how adorable she seemed, now that she was too drunk to keep up her brave face. "I'll let you sleep, if you're that tired. Just do me a favor and don't throw up on the bed, these blankets were imported all the way from Dandil."
 
Em wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a kind of side-hug. "I'm not gonna be sick. But I don't want to sleep." She nestled her head against his chest. "I want to be awake with you. I love you."
 
Callum smiled once again, unable to hide his happiness every time she told him that. Even though she had said it a thousand times before, it brought comfort to him that he wasn't dreaming it, and she was, in fact, in love with him. "I'm not sure Em, you seem rather tired." He teased and kissed her head. "I love you Em."
 
She smiled and stared at him for a few seconds. "If I say it again and again will you just keep smiling like that? Cuz then I'll keep on saying it." She caught his hand between both of hers and held it to her chest like a child might hold a prized possession.
 
Callum chuckled lightly, "Possibly, as long as you keep saying it." He held her close to him, charishing the moment they had together, especially after such a long night of partying in a group. Cal was in no way an extrovert, he preferred the company of one or two special people over a castle full any day of the week. "You're too adorable is all, Em."
 
Emmalia smiled and kissed his cheek, though she still held his hand. She only let it go when she stood up. "This dress will be uncomfortable to sleep in. Help me out please."
 
Callum didn't have to be asked twice before he stood up and nodded his head with a smile. Callum helped Emmalia out of her dress, trying his best to keep from looking at anything but her face to show he wasn't only about her sexual appeal.
 
Em thanked him, then went to rummage through the wardrobe until she found a cotton longsleeve of Callum's. Without asking, she pulled it on, then pulled a few of the pins out of her hair and walked up to Callum, leaning against him. "Are you tired, love?"
 
"I'm not too terribly tired, honestly, but I have no problem laying with you until you sleep." He wrapped an around around her waist and kissed her cheek. "Whatever you want, I am your humble servant to command"
 
Em nodded, then climbed onto the bed, reached out, grabbed his arm, and pulled him onto the bed as well. Once her was settled next to her, she cuddled up close and put her head under his chin and her arm on his chest. Very quietly she said, "I love you. I'm gonna love you and protect you eeevery day. I promise." She had her eyes closed as she spoke, and was very close to being asleep.
 
Callum chuckled as he embraced her, hoping Emmalia would feel nice and protected in her arms. Sure, Emmalia was probably a more skilled fighter, she could protect herself better than he could. But he felt as though he was, in some ways, her protection from the world. Callum was her guardian angel, and would protect her until she no longer wanted him... Or if he died. Hopefully neither of those happened any time soon.
 
The next morning, Emmalia woke with only a minor sensitivity to light - though, she already had a bit of a sensitivity, so it wasn't pleasant. She closed her eyws, groaned, and cuddled up closer to Callum. Whether he was awake or not, she neither knew nor cared. "Why did you let me get so drunk...?"
 
Callum had been awake for over two hours now, but was afraid to wake up Emmalia, so he simply remained in place for most of the morning. He took a second to think up an answer for her question. "Because I've never seen you drunk." He decided to tell the truth, since it seemed rather comedic. He kissed the top of her head and gently ran his hand over her back.
 
Emmalia couldn't help but pause. He had a fair point - he never had, and it probably was amusing. She just let out a heavy sigh and rested her head on his chest. "We need to contact Cassian about Balder. Maybe send a message via mage or something." With considerable effort, she sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. "But, before that, I'm, uh... hungry." Since her body had burned extra calories dealing with the alcohol, she was much hungrier than usual, and if she wanted to keep on a non-human diet, she needed to feed.
 
Callum slowly sat up with her, running his hand over her back. "Perhaps I can call for some recently killed game from the kitchen?" He suggested, thinking how much he didn't feel like going out to hunt for small game himself. If they had to, he would no doubt, but there was no point if some fresh kills were still drying out for food for later. Callum found it quite cute however, how she always got a little blushy when she talked about eating.
 
"No, that would be too strange, arouse suspicion. I'm just gonna go hunt, it's fine." By no means did she want to disturb Callum. And always, she had been careful to ensure that he was never near enough to see her when she was eating. It was enough to disturb most, it would especially disturb him seeing most of her glamour fade for a moment.
 

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