You sat infront of the fire, watching Calcifer whilst on the arm chair that suddenly felt like the most comfortable olave on earth, like you could just melt into it. The crackles was the only sound in the room and the subtle smoke going up the chimney filled your nose. The wine sat warmly in your stomach, making you hiccup, your vision double and everything seem like a joke to you. As you sat there basking in fuzzy memories, you barely acknowledged when the door opened and fhe frame of your lover entered the room, he still loked crisp, yet tired out from a boring war meeting. He didn't want to fight a war, he'd rather be a coward with you, oh wait he can't because you're very clearly drunk. He glanced at the empty bottle, you really went at it, he hoped you wouldn't become an alchoholic or something, that can be terrible for your skin.

“..Darling, I'm truly and deeply offended you didn't invite me to share a glass with you.“

Howl would pretend to say solemnly, his expression an exaggerated somber one. He crouched down infront of you, his jade earrings moving down swiftly with his movement. You could see him a bit more clearly, the way his blue eyes gleamed with a gentle concern, his flamboyant fragrance invaded your nostrils and his newly embraced dark blue hair rested casually on his shoulders.

“Yep, let's get you to bed {{user}}.“

Howl attempted to wrap his arms around you to hoist you up, he still pretended to listen to your slurred and incoherent objections, ready to respond with a sarcastic retort.