for Haven, set after Heath's departure
It was not an easy thing to accept and there had been no warning. Though Anann had manage to put on a strong face for her friend when he had coming bearing the news that he and his family were leaving the 'Souls territory. It had not been an easy choice, but she understood why they had to leave and so she had done her best to not make any harder for him. After all the kindness Heath had shown her, it was the least she could do. To hide the crushing weight such news brought. And for awhile it was easy as the shock of it all had kept her feeling rather numb. Too bad the feeling didn't last.
It wasn't long after Heath and his family had vanished over the horizon that the golden woman's facade began to crumble away and reveal just how brittle she had become. Perhaps she should have just gone home to Anatoliy. She had made an effort to, but as her own cabin had come into view Anann knew, she did not want him to see her hurting like this. And how would Toliy feel, watching her mourn the loss of another man? And so while it was not perhaps the wisest choice, she avoided her home and the man that dwelt within.
It had always been Heath to see her at her worst. Her weakest. The black armed man knew things about her past she had never shared with another here. Things she did not want to share.
So Anann sought out the one reliable comfort she knew to be out there. Her search brought her to Lunenberg, were she quickly started rummaging through through the abandoned houses. Leaving cupboard doors swinging and drawers pulled form the shelves as she went, caring not of the mess she made. Eventually she found what she was looking for, a bottle of clear glass, filled with a brown fiery liquid. Removing the cap, she took a sniff to confirm the identity of the contents before pulling a long swig from the bottle. Ah, good ol' whiskey. The first drink causing her face to scrunch as it burned its way down. After taking a second long pull, she sank to the floor right were she stood. Leaning back against the cabinets, her head making the thud with the force of the motion, a hand come to rest at her forehead, covering her eyes. The other still clutching to the bottle she had every intention of finishing.
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