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It felt like forever, since the Celestial had last ventured into Ailward Territory; the last time that had been the Isle of Skye. But since she had lived in Evermore, she had avoided the mansion where the Aspects and Guards lived. For the most part, it had been the fear and resentment she felt towards the other faction for a long while; until she had started to rekindle her friendships with the Aspect of Death Ery, and his siblings Cora and Ven. It was a progress, a long one at least. Feeling a little prouder of herself, that she could be around them, without wanting to scratch someone’s eyes out; was a big progress for her. Part of her had missed hanging out with her old friends; it felt like things were getting better.
So that evening, when she ended up at the Ailward manor; she was still shocked at herself. How did she end up there? That was a question of courage and maybe some persuasion from Ven and Cora, to visit them. Ven after all, was the first to question why she didn’t visit. Artemis just hoped that Malva’s tiger wasn’t on the loose. That was something, she didn’t need. Getting chased by a wild hungry feline cat, around the Ailward Mansion, wasn’t on her list. It had taken a lot of self pep-talk before she had even arrived. But to be fair, she spent a fun evening with Cora and Ven, catching up with the pair. She even took notice, how there were some new guards, that she didn’t remember meeting before. Artemis could see that the Ailwards were growing in numbers again; she supposed for them, it was a good thing. Seeing how they lost so much, at the Isle of Skye.
It was getting late, and she didn’t even realise what time it was; till she glanced out of the window, seeing how dark it was. “Oh crap...it’s late.” Seeing the time, it was almost 1am? Wow...late indeed.
The Celestial had a messed up sleeping pattern every once in a while; so staying up so late, was nothing new for her. “I swear, you guys are a bad influence.” she joked, as she glanced towards the two Aspects. Feeling, like old times indeed.
As she eventually decided to say goodnight, Artemis was about to take her leave. Until she heard a slight thud. Walking over to the doorway, she poked her head around the corner; to inspect what it was, that was making the noise. Raising an eyebrow, when she saw a familiar male with wild curls, in the near distance. “Looks like my evening is about to get more interesting.” she muttered to herself.
There’s many things he’s proud of along with many things he wasn’t so proud of too. Making many mistakes along the way. Years ago he hadn’t seen himself as the leader type of person. Always being more of the follower than leader till he found himself taking on all the responsibility when the guard found themselves without a leader. Damien knew there were others who were more qualified for the position but all said no. He didn’t know whether it was that they didn’t want it or that it was something that’s cused. In the end it fell on him. All in all he was good at his job. Skilled in all areas, he was good at tracking. Mostly down to his Valkyr traits helping. It’s what made the guard so special and good at what they do. All able to use and combine their surpuentual traits and abilities to their work. That's why they were all so good at their job and what they do, having more of an advantage than what human’s were able to do on their own. Damien missed the simpler times when he was sent out on missions rather than being the one who sends people out on them. But now and again he’d find himself tagging along with other guards, not missing out on the fun completely even though now he’s got more responsibility and work in his place than before. He did miss the simpler times.
It was getting late when he had left the club. Probably mere hours in the morning when people were all making their exit. Damien had left Erytherus there. Seeing how the Aspect of Death was leaving with a woman strapped to his arm. Something that happened most nights these days. How Damien would find himself being dragged to different bars and clubs because an Aspect wanted to go but needed a guard to go with them for protection or a wingman. Damien was one to handle his drink but he could never out drink either Dominic or Eryterus. Always amazed how the teo of them weren’t on the floor how much they had to compare to him. Finding at the end of the night he would find himself stumbling back home to the manor but at least he wasn’t doing the walk of shame. Damien thought it would be best to head back home rather than stop over at his boyfriends. For different reasons. He didn’t want to wake Arwyn up knowing that Therian probably was asleep, too he didn’t want for him to worry where he’d been. Ever since he came to clean about his work and life now, he’d find that Arwyn would be always worrying more than normal for his safety. His boyfriend was always paranoid, more of the warrior of the two but now it’s highted. Plus he didn’t want to explain that he was hanging around with Eryterus who he used to have a few drunken flings with in the past before they were back together. That Arwyn would worry about that. All different things why he was best off going back home and sleeping off his incoming hangover.
Somehow he managed to find himself a taxi that took him back to the manor normally he’d end up walking the rest of the way but tonight he was lucky. It took him a few tries, thumbling around trying to get the key in the lock to open the front doors. When he did he stumbled in, not able to walk in a straight line. Probably looking light in a state but he still managed to be wearing his cowboy hat that he called his signature accessory but nowadays he wore it to annoy people. Too he was carrying a bottle of booze that was wrapped in a brown bag. Damien didn’t care to look around knowing that most people are asleep at this time of night. Stumbling into and through the foyer to one of the nearby sofa’s Nearly falling off it as he sat down.
She might as well have been invisible; as the Valkyr guard didn’t even notice her presence. Watching Damien walk over to the nearest couch. How he was slumping...wasn’t the best. Especially, if he’d topple over and throw up...not a mess, she exactly wanted to clean up, or leave the cleaners to deal with either. As he almost fell off the couch. The Celestial had quickly moved towards him...grabbing his shoulders and moving him back against the couch, so he didn’t fall off. “Steady on, you drunk cow-boy.” Maybe, it was a slight dig, at his hat and the way he was dressed. Very western-like. But the concern was still there. He was a mess. Now that she was closer to Damien, he reeked of heavy alcohol. It made her stomach twist, suppressing her gag reflex. But her nose wrinkled. The Celestial had enjoyed few drinks in the past; but nowhere near to the point, where she looked as hammered as Damien. She usually stayed at a tipsy, slightly drunk level; as some drinks made her a light-weight. But never overly heavily drunk. Cause...that’d be gross.
Seeing he had a bottle in his hand. She reached for it, before he could think about taking a swig.“Oh no, you don’t.” Artemis ended up prying the covered bottle from his hands. “You’re drunk enough, as it is.” Moving the bottle away from Damien’s reach; she set it on one of the small tables in the foyer.
Why did she stay? Artemis could have just walked past Damien and out of the mansion; and left him to his own devices. But if she was in such a state; she’d hope...that someone would be nice enough to help her out. So that’s why she was here right now. Clearly, the man needed some help recovering...and make sure...he didn’t vomit everywhere. It shouldn’t have been her problem; more like Arwyn or Nadiya’s...to deal with a drunk Damien. But they weren’t here. So it came on her, by her own choice to help the Valkyr Guard.
The Celestial couldn’t help but wonder, whom on earth had made Damien in charge of the Guards? This wasn’t exactly, a best example to set to the rest of his people. Coming in drunk off his head. “Don’t look so surprised, you almost look like you’ve seen a ghost.” The Celestial said playfully. But realised, he probably wasn’t expecting her, of all people, to be awake at this hour...let alone even here. Looks like she’ll have to leave the Ailward Mansion, at a later hour than first planned. Looking at him, she shook her head slightly. “You really do look a state.” she sighed. Internally, she had a few ideas of whom might be to blame for him being so drunk...aside from himself, of course.
Nowadays Damien didn’t know why he always turned to booze at the end of each night. Was it just because of habit or way to deal with all of the struggles and pressures that came with his job. Noticing now that Erytherus was drinking more, both of them blamed themselves for Vladimir\s death. How they were the ones who decided and chose to send guards out on missions. It was more painful when their people didn't return home. This time it hurt the most, seeing all the people who were left behind having to pick up the pieces. Damien thought it was best not to let Ery drown and wallow in self pity by himself, that's why either himself or Dominic goes to join him at any run down bars they could find that they hadn’t been kicked out of yet. Damien knew he should slow down his drinking. How he knew that Arwyn and his boyfriend weren’t too fond of his drinking habits, how he was always moaning at him to take more days off. So that's another reason why he chooses to go back home to the manor after coming back from a drinking session. Plus he was not a good person when hungover, trying to outdrink the others.
The Valkyr snuck back into the manor thinking he would go unseen or so he had hoped. Slumping down on the sofa knowing he wouldn’t make it to his room so the foyer would do for him to sleep off his hungover that was soon to come. Damien hadn’t noticed that someone had caught him till he heard the voice of someone who hadn’t seen in a long time. Yet one that used to be so familiar. Damien wasn’t so surprised seeing the brunette sneak around the manor from time to time either out of Cora or Venetus’s rooms. “Arwyn likes the cowboy hat” He commented, slurring his words almost. Everyone who he met or had been close with would tease him about his clothing style and choices because he would wear a cowboy hat when not in Texas. It was an old habit, one he’d not lost.
Just as he went to take another sip of the bottle of booze he brought back with him, he felt it being quickly snapped out of his grasp. Making the Valkyr frown and sulk a little. “But but” He tried to say but knew it was hopeless whenever someone would find him drunk like this. Normally it was Bexley who would help his drunk ass then she’d end up beating him up a little in process. In the manor all of the guards and aspects had weird relationships and friendships with each other. They were all family in a way, like sisters and brothers. “Don’t you have a castle to go back to?” He commented looking to the celestial pointing out how she was in the wrong place if she was looking for home. Damien knew he probably wasn’t making much sense, now starting to regret going out to the bar tonight. Sighing to himself, he took off his hat and put it on the coffee table in front of them beside the bottle of booze that was taken off him.
Damien cleared his throat turning to the brunette knowing she wasn’t going to let him off easy like old times. “It’s been a while, little star” He teased her softly, shooting him a small smile even though he knew that she probably was still not ready to forgive him for their species past. The Valkyr grinned at her insult, almost proud of it. “Why thank you, I always try my best you know. You should see the others, when I left them” Smirking to Artemis, almost making her regret choosing to stay and talk to his drunk ass. “You look good tho” He smiled softly looking over to her, he wasn’t flirting, put it out there. Seeing how she was shining more brighter, the opposite to when he last saw her. There were many regrets that he’s made since becoming an Ailward Guard. Choosing to stick to and follow the Aspects and others guards decision was his worst one. Seeing how he helped to hurt and destroy people. Since becoming commander he made sure to make better decisions rather than following commands, able to help do better. That’s what he’s been doing.
The Celestial had no idea, what she had gotten herself into; by deciding to stay at the mansion to talk to a very drunk Damien. But it was done. Knowing too well, that she’d feel guilty if she didn’t stay back to try and help him out of his drunken state. Despite all that the Ailwards had done to her kind-Artemis was moving past it and rekindling long lost friendships, that got burned in that long process so many years ago.
Catching onto his slurred words, Artemis knew she was in for a looonger night, than expected. “I am sure, he wouldn’t appreciate a very-off his ass drunk boyfriend, though.” She pointed out, how having a drunk half was less than satisfactory for the other party. Thank God, Arwyn wasn’t here...or he’d probably have a fit, if he saw Damien like this and probably lecture Damien about being in such a state. But Damien would get lectured, by others for the time being-her included on that list. “Don’t even think twice about it.” The Celestial half warned, as Damien got all pouty, trying to reach for the booze that she snatched from him. To truly get rid of the booze that got him so drunk. The Celestial popped open one of the windows, before grabbing the bottle again, popping it open and pouring out the contents from the window...hearing it trickle and hitting the grass outside of the mansion. Before tossing the empty bottle into one of the bins near the couches in the hallway. Saving Damien from an even bigger head-ache and hang-over. Even if he wouldn’t be impressed, with her tossing the rest of the booze out of the window. It was for his own good.
Raising a slight eyebrow at his comment. “I don’t own the castle.” She slightly shook her head. Damien’s drunk words were harder to make out. So it had taken her a few moments to gather, what he had meant to say. “And I am certain that leaving your drunk ass like this would be unwise.” Home and sleep could wait. Getting Damien sober was more important, if the Ailwards and their cleaning staff, didn’t want to deal with a messy mansion, thanks to Damien. For a few moments, she looked at him, just shaking her head. Still unable to put together, how he even thought he would be able to keep up with Ery and his drinking. This was utter madness. “You really need to stop, trying to catch up with Ery and his drinking ways. Unless you want to end up in an early grave, for over-drinking yourself.” Not that being intoxicated could kill him-but still...it was unhealthy as anything and damaging nonetheless.
There it was, that old familiar nickname from Damien. Artemis managed a slight smile-even if a hint of annoyance at his state; was still evident in her expression. “That’s a bit of an understatement.” It was probably a lot longer, than a while. Shaking her head, as Damien was almost cocky and impressed with himself for turning up like this. Rolling her eyes into the back of her head-she could only imagine, what a disaster, he had left his drinking buddies in. For a few moments, she wasn’t sure if he was trying to flirt, or not. “Alright Mr. Before you start to drunkenly flirt, let’s get you something to eat.” Half guessing, that he probably had nothing to eat, whilst he was out drinking...or he wouldn’t be such a mess. Food was a good way to absorb some of the alcohol in his system. Gesturing for Damien to stand up...it took the Celestial a few attempts to help him up and off of the couch. “Try not to throw up on me.” Having an arm around him for support, she made her way towards the kitchen with Damien. Almost lugging his weight behind her and attempting to keep him upright.
Fiddling around the walls; once they reached the kitchen. It took a few moments for her hand to find the kitchen lights...switching them on. Walking over to the island counter in the middle of the kitchen, she made sure that Damien was sitting upright, before she made her way over to the large fridge and cupboards; going through what the Ailwards had; so she could make Damien something to eat.
It was an often occurrence for a guard member or Aspects alike to stumble back into the manor late at night or early hours of the morning. Mostly after a late night drinking session. Then the next day they’d all be paying for it with the hangovers that was to come. He used to just make it to one of the couches in the lobby of the manor then just sleeping it off. People were all used to it by now but it seemed like Artemis didn’t get the memo or forgot what he was like. “It wouldn’t be the first time he’d seen it. You should see when he’s drunk. He becomes extra needy and clingy.” He pointed out almost so smugly that he’s not the worst one of the bunch when it came to drunks. It never took many drinks before Arwyn would become drunk how his drinks level wasn’t like his own. That he’d often tease him for being a light weight and not able to handle his alcohol. That he’s still a young pup. Damien tried reaching for the bottle of booze before feeling his hand being slapped away from grabbing it. With Artemis thinking fast. “You sound like Bexley when she tries to be my sponsor” Sighing almost. The ones who try to cut him off the booze never do it gently. Damien watched in horror as the Celestial poured the rest of his bottle of booze away out of the window onto the ground below. “What a waste” Still gasping that anyone like him would be like seeing it all go to waste whilst him and others always savour all of the contents.
“Owns or lives in one same thing” Even though they weren’t he was too drunk to think of anything else. “You can always leave me that what everyone else does, so don’t waste your time with me” Warning her off, thinking he didn’t need her help whilst in reality he does but never want to admit that he’s not able to handle his booze all of the time. “I don’t know how that guy does it, he’s so old but he’s able to put people on the floor when it comes to drinking” Still in disbelief of the Aspect when it came to drinking. “Don’t worry I can’t die from drinking too much, if it was true that would have happened a long time ago” He commented sarcastically looking a bit smug even when it’s something not to be proud of.
He had missed her that was for sure but before he’d never found the courage to seek her out or any other celestials at that after all that happened. Damien was too ashamed of himself and that he played a part in it all. That the people he had hurt wouldn’t be able to accept his apologies, he wouldn’t blame them either. So he kept his distance, thinking that was the best thing he could do. Though he had noticed how there were some others in the manor who celestials have started to forgive. That not everyone is able to hold grudges forever. Whenever had a bit too much to drink he’d find himself saying things with no filter, that include trying to flirt. “Arwyn and Erythreus never complains” He teased, shooting her a smirk to annoy her a little like the old days. “But I just want to sleep.” Trying to protest almost not at the stage to eat food, but he had forgotten to eat before they went out like usual. It seemed like with all his protesting that Mitra hadn’t given up on him, even trying to help him up. Damien had helped her trying to get on his own but trying not to trip over his own feet. “Don’t worry I’ve been vomit free since 93” Smirking proudly as they made their way to the kitchen which wasn’t so easy. Somehow Mitra managed to make it to the kitchen ordering him to sit in one of the bar stools. Damien tried to balance his drunk ass on one of the stools. The Valkyr watched as the Celestials raided the fridge and cupboards. “You know your way around the kitchen, huh?” He chuckled softly almost saying how he’d noticed her in and around the manor even when she didn’t notice he was around.
The Celestial rose a slight eyebrow, as Damien began to compare himself and others when being drunk. Not looking impressed. It’s not like that, would talk him out of this situation. “At least, he has more sense than you...and doesn’t drink himself into oblivion like you do.” pointing out one difference between him and Arwyn. It seemed like she wasn’t the only one that was trying to set Damien on a better path, hearing how his fellow guard member Bexley, was the one that usually brought him back to reality, like she was attempting right now. “Good. You need more sponsors, to get your drunk butt out of trouble.” Not blinking, when he complained about the booze going to waste, as she emptied the bottle out of the window. “Trust me, you’ll thank me later...when you recover..” Well, here’s to hoping he would. But it was good for him. Whether he wanted to believe it or not.
Tilting her head, in slight confusion at his drunken slur. Artemis shook her head. “No, it’s not!” But she couldn’t help but look slightly amused. His drunk come-back, was a bit amusing. But she chose to ignore his warnings. There was no way, that she would be leaving him in such a state. No one would appreciate being left like that, despite him being a pain in the ass. It wasn’t her, to leave someone like that. Past or no past. “I don’t even want to know how he has such a high tolerance. It’s scary.” The Celestial muttered honestly. Ery’s alcohol tolerance would floor anyone. And some might find it impressive, she on the other hand found it worrying. Hearing Damien’s quip, she raised a slight eyebrow. Not looking so impressed, with his smug look. Squinting at him, slightly. “That’s nothing to be proud of.” she uttered, shaking her head at the Ailward Guard.
Out of all the places to run into Damien; The Celestial didn’t think it would turn out like this, him bringing his drunk ass back to the manor. Suppressing an eye roll, The Celestial sighed slightly. “I see, you’re still as annoying as ever.” she shook her head, hiding her amusement. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, Damien had amused her often, but more times than not; he did manage to get on her nerves with annoying comments. “You can sleep afterwards, right now...your body needs to absorb some of the alcohol in your system, so you don't have a major hang-over in the morning.” Or well, it’d still be major. But she might help him in some ways, by lessening it, with some food. Shaking her head, at his vomit comment. “Mhh, let’s hope you can keep your record then.” she said with a slight laugh. Deciding to go for some eggs and bacon, along with pancakes. Artemis had pulled out the needed ingredients...setting them on the counter in front of her. “It’s a kitchen Damien, not a maze.” Artemis muttered, as she heard his comment. But she had been here in the Ailward Kitchen a few times with Cora, so it’s not like she was a stranger to where things were. Putting on the coffee maker, she glanced over at him. “How do you take your coffee?” Coffee being one of the few things, that helped people when drunk. She then pulled out some pain killers from her purse...setting the packet and a glass of water in front of Damien. Whether or not he wanted it, it’d come in useful, to fight a head-ache. With that, the Celestial began to make the pancake mix.