Goddamn he was sore. He knew he could have been in much worse shape, but he definitely wasn't in the best of shape either. Cuts riddled his mid-torso and arms, not to mention the one on his face. That Ezekiel was crazy. No wonder Siobhan had been afraid of him when she had left Inferni. If only he had been prepared maybe he wouldn't be in such poor shape. There was no helping it though, it had been a completely random encounter that had quickly escalated to something he hadn't expected. It was a good thing he had had Vowkeeper with him, things would have gone much worse otherwise. After the fight he had gone to Halifax and found some of that rubbing alcohol DaVinci had used when piercing his ear and doused his injuries in it. Now that had burned like hell. Despite that Haven hadn't bothered to bandage himself. The wounds were in awkward enough places that he didn't think he could do it himself.
The Knight had gone back to Cour des Miracles for a few days to heal up some, but the lines across his frame were still red and angry. Though today he had left home to go on an errand that he had been meaning to. Nerves still ate away at his gut as he made his way to Crimson Dreams. It would have been faster to ride Drogon, but he thought that might be a bit too hard on him right now. Even walking caused discomfort whenever his skin moved and stretched a cut. Maybe going to find her while he looked like this wasn't the best idea, but he didn't want to wait any longer. His conscience was weighing on him and he needed to find her and talk to her. He had woken up that morning, with a pounding headache in that room that smelled of booze and sex, alone. Would she even want to see him? He clenched his jaw as his hand held tight the bunch of roses he had collected for her.
When he finally reached the borders of his once home he stopped, jade eyes staring inside. It felt so strange, to come here as an outsider. Even after all this time he wasn't used to it. For a moment he thought about calling her but decided against it. What if his mother or sisters heard his voice and came to see what was up? That wouldn't help the situation any. Shifting his weight from one leg to the other Haven winced, hoping that whoever came across him would be able to point him in Princess' direction.
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