The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Merrill]

What stopped Beth's chatter was the sound of soft yawn. Coming from under the covers, next to Carver. After a moment, a slim, delicate hand sticks out and waves around as if to bat the noise away.

[Carver Amell]

"A bit sour," he admits, blinking. 

[Bethany]

"...Carver..." Beth keeps her voice even and pleasant. "Are you... naked under the sheets?"  A beast. "Along with Merrill?"

[Carver Amell]

"Uh. Yes?" he suggests, recalling spilling beer on his shirt, not wanting to put on a lacy nightgown, liking Merrill's gently stroking of his hair as he settled in.

[Bethany]

Beth stares a moment, then sighs. "You really should..." She trails off, then shrugs. "Whatever. You should get up and wash. You'll feel better for it."

[Carver Amell]

He hesitates, frowning a bit. "Uh. I thought maybe I'd just..." 

Just what? Never look down again? 

[Bethany]

"So... think you..." Beth falters, searching for the right words. "If you could have more of that potion..."

[Carver Amell]

"Yes," he says instantly. 

[Bethany]

"Okay," Beth says with a warm smile. "Then I'll help you find a way to make it real, make it forever. If- if you want me to. Help, I mean. After..."

[Carver Amell]

He smiles. "I'd like that," he says, softly. "I um. I want to change my name, too."

[Bethany]

"Oh! What did you pick?" Beth asks with excitement, heart nearly exploding with relief and joy at being accepted.

[Carver Amell]

"Carver," he says quietly. "I saw it on the big Family Tree in the entryway. Carver Amell."

[Bethany]

Beth cocks her head to the side, mulling that over for a moment. "Some kind of... knight or something, I think? I can't recall exactly but... I like it. It fits you pretty well, Mister Swordsman-to-be."

[Carver Amell]

Carver nods. "One was. And one was an alchemist. There were three."

[Bethany]

"Huh. That's kind of neat- did you know Marian is learning alchemy? What was the third Carver?"