DRAMA & Erin ramble >.>; 300+
His intention had been to put the nightmare behind him that night. To go out, clear his head, and return to normal. None of that had happened though. In fact, things were much worse, and it was no one's fault but his own. He felt like a coward, and he was one. The little voice of reason in his head kept telling him to talk to her, but for whatever reason he could not bring himself to do it. He was too afraid of how she would react. Though the way things were going weren't helping either of them any. Haven felt awful for being so distant, so strange around her. He simply couldn't shake the fear of her betrayal. It had happened to him before when he thought everything was perfect. Everything had been perfect with Princess, until that night. Now it seemed like despite his fear of it being a premonition, he was unintentionally sabotaging everything. It made him want to crawl in the bottle again, but he managed to keep himself from going that far. He stuck to hiding away in the stables and keeping busy with border patrols. The Aatte kept to himself, internalizing all of his fear and his problems. It was not good, but he couldn't seem to stop.
The Knight stood, morosely leaning against the door to Drogon's stall. He tried in vain to disentangle himself from the layers her had buried himself under. It was a mess and he couldn't find a way out. The stallion's ears were flicked back, unhappy to see his friend in such a state. It was more than that though. Drogon knew that Haven was being a chicken and running from his problems, and so he had refused to leave the stall today. For a moment Haven had worried that the horse was hurt, but when Drogon nipped at him when he attempted to inspect the stallion he got the message loud and clear: the mustang wasn't going to help him avoid his issues any longer. Despite his horse's noncompliance, he couldn't go back to the house, too afraid of what he could find there.
A soft, feminine voice broke through the silence and he started, knowing very well who it was. He froze, keeping silent and Drogon snorted in derision. Then the stallion lunged forward, whinnying fiercely and once again biting at his companion, forcing him out into the open. Even more surprised, Haven stumbled backwards, nearly falling on his ass. Jade eyes wide, his head turned slowly to look at the approaching form of the Chance female. He swallowed nervously, ears back. "Hey..." he said meekly, knowing his hiding was over.
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