Drunken minds speak sober hearts
Masterlist - BG3 masterlist
Part 2 - Hope in hell
Words: 1258
Warnings: drunkenness, drunk confessions
Summary: It shocked you to see the usually eloquent and reserved devil in such a state, you would almost think that he's...."Is he...drunk?", you asked....
You swiftly positioned the objects on the hastily sketched summoning circle, your drowsy eyes still longing for sleep. It was the dead of night, and you had been immersed in blissful dreams before they were abruptly interrupted by the arrival of a certain incubus. Usually I'd tease you just for my amusement but you need to come to House of Hope. Now. It's about the master. Hurry up little mouse. Haarlep's words echoed relentlessly in your thoughts. He lacked his usual playfulness which worried you. What was happening with Raphael and why in the nine hells would the incubus reach out to you for help? Placing the final object onto the circle, you stepped into the radiant glow that materialised before you.
You ran through the corridors of the House of Hope, rushing towards the boudoir, the only room where the incubus always lingered. Just as you passed around the last corner, you witnessed a bottle flying out of the doorway of the boudoir, crashing onto the ground and shattering into countless pieces, accompanied by an angry, slurred, yet familiar, voice. Cautiously you entered the room and gasped at the scene unfolding before you. Haarlep was casually leaning against the wall, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips. Further inside, Raphael was seated on the floor, dressed in only a pair of thin black pants, his back resting against a nearby pillar next to a small pool. His hair was dishevelled, his fiery orange eyes clouded, and his hand moved erratically through the air as he mumbled something unintelligible to you.
"What happened?", you looked at Haarlep who was still smirking.
"Well I think it would better if my esteemed master tells you everything himself, little mouse", he chuckled, proceeding towards the devil with you following close behind..
The moment Raphael laid eyes on you, his hazy expression turned into one of shock. He attempted to get up, but his hands slipped clumsily from the pillars he was using as support. His tall cambion body then slumped back onto the ground, and a pained groan escaped his lips.
"How issit possible you can look like 'er?!", the devil slurred loudly, "'s'only...it's...you contemptuous creature!", he snarled, struggling to lift himself from the ground once again, "h-how did you? You have slept with her! My li-little pr-precious mouse!"
Haarlep chuckled at Raphael's second attempt to stand up, then lifted his master's stumbling form onto his shoulders and began walking towards the back of the room. It shocked you to see the usually eloquent and reserved devil in such a state, you would almost think that he's....
"Is he...drunk?", you asked the incubus, prompting a hearty laugh from him.
"Well of course, little mouse", Haarlep responded with a hint of amusement, "I added a little something to his drinks tonight so, for once in his miserable life, he'd be rather unrestrained and truthful instead of his usual insufferable self."
"But why?", you exclaimed, the question bursting out of you, "and why summon me here?"
Raphael's eyes snapped up at the sound of your voice. He raised his head and his hand gently cupped your cheek.
"You look and sound so so so real", he slurred, his words interrupted by a hiccup, "I wish she was here, I-I mmmiss her."
Raphael's hand slipped away from your face as Haarlep continued walking. He tossed the devil onto the bed and turned to face you, gripping your chin and tilting your face upward.
"We used to delve into the depths of carnal pleasure, admittedly only onesided pleasure but still...and then you came along and he won't shut up about you. I can't fathom how you managed to capture the attention and affection of this self-centered devil, but here we are. Now, my dear, seize this opportunity while I go and find genuine pleasure elsewhere", he tapped your head gently, "oh and by the way, you're welcome."
The incubus gave you a sly wink before disappearing into thin air, leaving you alone, in hell, with an utterly shitfaced Raphael.
You felt a clawed hand tug at you and when you turned around you saw Raphael sitting up on the bed, his expression carried an unusual gentleness that caught you off guard. In a gasp, you found yourself being pulled closer to him, your bodies pressed together as he allowed himself to fall back onto the bed, with your delicate form resting on top of his. Your heart raced, threatening to burst out of your chest and you almost released a soft moan at the sensation of his warm, exposed skin against yours, coupled with the intoxicating aroma of cherries, sulfure, and an indescribably sweet scent that was unfamiliar to you, which, you concluded, must have been the result of whatever Haarlep had given him to drink. The devil wrapped his wings around you and tilted your head, forcing you to look at him, his lips parted to say something but you spoke before he could even utter a word.
"I'm not Haarlep."
Raphael chuckled and you felt blush spreading across your cheeks as his warm sweet breath fanned across your skin.
"I know, little mouse."
His hand found its way to your head, his fingers tenderly curling around the back of your neck as he leaned in closer. His lips collided with yours in a sloppy kiss, both of you moaning into the embrace. His tongue pushed past your lips, deepening the kiss as the hot taste of sickly sweet liquor filled your mouth. You were the one to break the kiss first, gasping for air and desperately trying to ignore the pleasure pulsating between your thighs.
"You know", Raphael whispered, making a conscious effort to sound as sober as possible, "I've ground rather fond of you, in my own way."
You cupped his cheek, unable to pull your gaze away from his the orange flames dancing in his eyes, grinning slightly as he furrowed his brows, a failing attempt to concentrate in his drunken state.
"I l-l-looove you", he slurred in a half moan, eye closing at the gentleness of your touch, his head falling back, "stay with me."
"If I've learning anything from our encounters", you spoke softly, " then that you'll hate me and yourself tomorrow morning when you realise what happened."
A sudden wave of melancholy swept over your thoughts. You found yourself uncertain about how to handle this very strange and particular situation. From the moment you laid eyes on the charismatic devil from the first moment he appeared, even though you were aware that his charm and polite demeanour were merely tools to deceive you into a pact. And yet here you were, lying on top of said devil, his dishevelled appearance and drunken state revealing a vulnerable side as he clumsily professed his love to you, unfiltered and genuine words of truth finally finding their way into your heart. His arms enveloped you tightly in a warm embrace.
"Stay here, little mouse", he murmured softly as his breathing slowed and a gentle snore escaped his lips.
You couldn't help but smile as you rested your head upon his chest. Thoughts of what the morning would bring, when Raphael would awaken sober and potentially irritable to find you sleeping on him, briefly crossed your mind. However, you decided to leave that worry for another day. In this moment, all you wanted was to revel in the happiness and solace that your devil provided. With a contented sigh, your eyes grew heavy, and you peacefully drifted off into a tranquil slumber.
Notes:
I'm tempted to do a second part and play with the thought of how a sober Raphael would probably react to this and what will become of Haarlep...if Haarlep ever comes back^^
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@dark-and-kawaii I thought you might wanna be tagged on this 😊
