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The world was spinning. And it was out of control.
The male looked up at the darkening sky, the stars already present in the dim blue sky and the moon full and as vibrant as if midnight. He inhaled, and hated himself. He exhaled, and loved her more. Inhale, and the self-loathing was unbearable. How stupid, idiotic he had become, and for what? To hurt the one being in the world that had accepted him and hadn’t even seen his face? His breath filtered into the cool air as he exhaled once more. She kept him breathing; he loved her and he hated who he was.
Heath rolled over onto his side, the grass cold beneath him, and a dark hand reached for the bottle. The contents sloshed around in the long glass neck, and he pressed it to his lips and took another swig of the harsh tasting liquid. His lips had grown numb some time ago, and his throat was following suit. But his tongue staying alive, savoring the taste of the Russian vodka. Thoughts lingered on his one love, so long that he was able to just sit and stare into the dark. There was nothing now. Had the sun set? Had he lain there that long? His coyote ears turned as if there was something calling him from the early night’s hollow air. No. No one wanted him.
He swayed, his head so heavy that he wanted sure if it would stay seated on his shoulders. Gold eyes looked half lidded into the nothing. He breathed; he loved her. The inhale was caught in his throat. No, no more. He could hate himself, but he wouldn’t leave her unloved. She could reject him, but she would know that with each breath he loved her. The male stood, and then realized that no, in fact his legs would not work for him at the first command. Using his arms he got to his knees and then finally, and painfully to his feet. The days of drunkenness had taken a toll on the male. He forgot to eat, and remained on the liquid diet for days. But he still breathed; he loved her.
The bottle was attached to his dark hand, while the light guided him from tree to tree for balance. The haze was lifting ever so slightly, the blood pumping through his body and digesting the alcohol as he moved slowly. He could tall her, if he just told her then he would make her happy. It was the truth, he would never lie to her. How foolish he had been! To not just simply tell her how he always felt hen she had confessed it to him. Jac was the cause of all his insecurities, but it didn’t matter. No. Jac would live with him, as Heath would live with him. Could he hear the bells? The male looked upward as if he would see them. Was he close?
Fuck, the world was spinning.
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Dusk had settled over the lands and Haven was taking a slow, leisurely walk home. He wondered if Locke would be in the house. He hoped the man was doing alright. Haven tried his best to keep an eye on him and make sure that he was as comfortable as could be expected and settling in alright. The Knight wasn't stupid enough to think that the recovery process for the new member would be swift. No, it would be slow and probably arduous. The man had lost his mate and newborn pups. That wasn't something someone bounced back from. It had put his own problems and life in perspective though. No, things weren't perfect but they could be so much worse. He still had his adopted mother and sisters. He had Princess and whatever was developing between the two of them. He had the pack and he had his station. All in all, Haven was pretty lucky. It had taken seeing true loss to pound that into his head.
Hands were tucked into the pockets of his jacket as he walked through the woods, idly kicked a stone or twig out of his path. It was a very peaceful night though the fall chill was in the air. Winter was not something the Aatte was looking forward to. He worried about Drogon and the others horses. How would they fair in the colder months? In the back of his mind he knew that they must have survived on their own in such conditions but that didn't stop him for trying to think of ways to make sure they were provided for. Canines had their thick coats to keep them warm, horses were not so well equipped. He would have to make a trip to Halifax to look for some large blankets to help keep them comfortable. The last thing he wanted was for any of them to get sick or die from the cold.
Charcoal nose twitched as a scent came to him. Two scents really, but so closely mingled that a red flag popped up in his mind. It was Heath, but he reeked of alcohol. Haven couldn't even see his friend but he could smell the booze that clung to him clear as day. "Oh great..." he mumbled to himself. This probably wasn't good. To his knowledge his older friend hadn't partaken of the firewater since joining the pack and so that meant something must have triggered him into it. Jade eyes searched around as he walked, trying to locate the dusky hybrid. Then there he was, stumbling badly from tree to tree. Gods... "Heath! What's going on?" Haven projected his voice so that it would reach Heath long before he did.
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He wondered what her face would say. She would be happy, he was sure. Once he told her that she was the only one for him she would smile, say his name and accept him. Even if she was mad at him there would be forgiveness written in her features and then maybe she would cry, and he could take her in his arms and kiss each tear away. She didn’t need to cry. He would be there for her, no matter what. The thoughts swam through his drunken mind, and in the dark he pictured her pale unpuplilled eyes watching him. Too far and too absorbed in the idea of making things right, he could not see that she would never approve of his current state. It think that anyone would agree with the severe intoxication was far-fetched and radical. But Heath forgot that he was past the limit and walked with an uneasy though steady gait towards the direction of her house. Or so he thought.
What the hell? The male paused in his uneasy step, his paw stomping on the ground as his head turned towards the sound. Had someone called his name? Heath looked around, the world was dark and blurred at the edges, and at fist he couldn’t see who was calling him. It had been a low deep tone, right? Ruri should not be out in the dark. And if she were, he would lead her home and confess his feelings. But, no. This was someone different and Heath finally found the maker of the call. Again; What the hell?
Heath turned, walking closer to the male that was trespassing so closely to Ruri’s house. If he was sober he would now too well that they were nowhere near her cabin, and that it was indeed Haven that was waking toward him and no some one he didn’t know. “Yeah??” He asked with aggression in his tone., like he care what this wolf wanted. Walking towards the hazy stranger Heath moved the bottle to his light colored hand. The dark gloved hand balled into a fist as he confronted him. “What!”
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Heath paused and turned around looking for him. It took him much longer than it should have to locate him. How drunk was he? The two of them had drank together before, but he had never seen the older male in such an inebriated state before. No good could come of this, not at all. Cautiously Haven continued to walk toward his friend and Heath turned to walk toward him as well. Good, it was better that he focus on him and not whatever had been driving him a moment ago. The Knight didn't know what that was, but he knew that the Marshall should not really be doing anything at the moment. Though things were even worse than he realized at the moment. Haven didn't catch on that Heath couldn't even recognize him and so the aggression he was met with was startling.
Ears pressed forward and his brows came together. "Heath, where are you going? What do you think you're doing?" He kept his voice level and calm, hoping to instill in his packmate that there was no need for such hostility. He was just drunk and needed to cool down and sober up. The hybrid had always had a bit of a mean streak but as far as he knew he had really cleaned up his act since joining the pack. The horses had helped to soothe him as well as his budding feelings for Ruri. It wasn't a pair that Haven would have ever put together, but they did seem to be good for one another and he wasn't going to judge. The Knight just hoped that this was a small slip-up and Heath wasn't reverting back to his old quarrelsome ways. That was not what Ruri needed and while Jac let a lot of things slide he knew that the King would not want Heath around Ruri if he started acting like this.
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What would his sober mind say? What would the words be from a clear and lucid mouth? He would tell himself to go, to sleep. He would say that he should fall into his straw bed, and sleep the pain away and return new with morning’s birth. She would be settling for a night’s rest, and to disturb her would be just as shameful as never expressing his feelings. Feelings that would not change if he waited until the next day. If he had a sober thought, could think without the twist and turns of the maze the vodka had created. His head pounded, his heartbeat so strong that his ears could hardly hear anything else. The pulse was so powerful, and yet as he swayed to face the beast that had crossed his path he had never felt so dead.
The honey eyed male looked at the man, speaking with a ferocity,
“Get the fuck out of here.” But the words were halfhearted, lazy as they spilled from his lips. It was like everything was stopping him from just making Ruri happy. He had stopped himself, he was sure the Jac somehow had placed another barrier between them, and now this. This, someone that looked sort of like Haven, sounded sort of like him too. But Haven was his friend, and wouldn’t stand in his way like this. His clouded gaze peered at him, an angry look crossing his handsome features. With a moment’s examination Heath found that the similarities between this male and Haven were far too great.
Wait, what the hell did he think he was doing? Was that what he had just said? Heath looked at the male for another moment longer. Astonished that he would be questioned. This was his home, he belonged here. No one had the right to question where he was going or what he was doing like he was some trespasser. No, fuck no! The black handed male walked steps closer, this was his home. He repeated the thought in his mind, and he would be damned if anyone would throw him out. He was different, changed. He wanted Ruri to be happy. He wanted the best for the pack. Wasn’t that enough to allow him to stay? The anger rose, the memories flooding back. A fist balled, the dark fur of his hand blurring as he swung with a shouting.
“Fuck you!”
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Bi-colored ears twitched at the half-hearted threat thrown at him. What the hell was wrong with him? Heath had never acted this way towards him before. "Heath, would you just calm down and think for a second?" Asking him that now was like asking the sun to randomly start shining in the middle of the night, but something needed to be said. He just wanted to get him somewhere where he wouldn't do anything stupid like pick fights with any of the pack members. Or go see Ruri. Either of those things would end very badly for the hybrid and he didn't want to see that happening to his friend. He didn't know what had driven him to hit the bottle so hard, but he needed to pull him out of it. Haven understood the importance of needing to escape that vice.
The black-gloved male walked closer and closer, the look of aggression constantly growing on his features. The Knight was holding out hope though. Hope that Heath would snap into his senses before he didn't anything brash and stupid. He was just trying to help him. He waiting, hoping for the best and was met with exactly the opposite. Heath yelled and that coal fist flew through the air at him. Haven jerked his head back but not soon enough as the knuckles crashed into his jaw. Loud pain throbbed through his head as he stumbled backwards. Why always the goddamn face? Why couldn't someone go for his chest or arms for once? It was always his face.
Haven held his jaw carefully and glared back at the older male. "What the hell man!?" he yelled angrily. Ears flattened against his head and his hackles rose along his neck. "I was just trying to help you, you idiot! You're drunk off your ass and no doubt going to try and do something you'll regret later, but you know what? Fuck it." He snort derisively, getting ready to turn away and leave him to his problems. "If you want to go and see Ruri right now or whatever the hell you were going to do, fine. It's your funeral." He wasn't going to take any more hits from people he was just trying to help.
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He felt the crack in his knuckles. It was satisfying, the hurt turned to pleasure and he was re-awoken to the love and need her felt towards pain. How he squarely fit the other’s face was a mystery and a miracle. But it happened and the jolt sent his head spinning and sobered him instantly. Haven yelled, his voice opening Heath’s eyes and for the first time he saw the burnt orange male’s face. Gold eyes blinked, watching the male’s reaction, seeing his expression and letting the realization sweep over his mind. He had just hit a packmate, not any but his friend. Heath stumbled backwards, thinking clearly but still inside the body of a drunk. He only stopped with his back hit a tree.
The black accented male spoke, “No, no I’m sorry.” He didn’t want to go see Ruri, hell he wasn’t even sure if he was close by or if she could be listening in on their confrontation. He placed a hand in front of him, unsure if Haven would come after him. But, no. It was Haven, he wouldn’t hurt him. Heath was sure of it, clear headedness reminding him. “I’m sorry.” He said once more. He was sorry that he hit. Christ, gold eyes looked over the male that had taken the punch with a deep sympathy. How could he have done that?
His legs grew weak, his stomach rolling and threatening to bring back all the Vodka he had drunk to the outside world. He had almost gone to see Ruri, like this? His head spun, eyes stinging with tears. What had he been thinking? He couldn’t look at Haven, and the male could only say once more, “I’m sorry” He felt the moisture of tears against his face as he added, “I..I didn’t know it was you.” He didn’t, hell he didn’t even know where he was. Keeping his face downwards the drunk man slid against the tree, crouching to the ground where he belonged.
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Anger and pain burned his insides and his instinctual urge was to strike back, but he held it in. No, he wouldn't do that unless Heath came after him and he had no other choice. Though he wasn't entirely sure if they would still be friends after this. You hit your friends for no reason. Despite all the signs Haven had held out hope that the hybrid wasn't going to do what he thought he was going to do. He thought he was going to straighten out and snap out of it. He hadn't though, and now his jaw throbbed and ached. A growl rumbled in his chest as he looked back to the mottled male and instantly he saw a change. His face was shocked and he backed away.
Apologies hit his ears, but he still watched the other warily. After someone had just came after you you looked at them differently. Haven always gave others the benefit of the doubt and it was now the second time that he had taken abuse for it. But then he saw moisture on Heath's face. Was he...crying? Never before had he seen the man cry, or even come close to tears for that matter. His caution and temper began to wane. It had been a mistake, and when his friend said that he didn't know it was him Haven believed him. How could he really be upset? It wasn't like he hadn't done some irresponsible crap while sloshed.
The Knight sighed, still tenderly rubbing his jaw. "It's alright." Slowly he walked over to tree Heath was curled up at the bottom of, looking down with pity. "What happened? Why were you drinking so much?" Heath needed help and Haven didn't know if anyone else would be there for him. He wasn't going to let him fall into a self destructive cycle.
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He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t cry. The words rolled through his mind again and again. It helped as he willed the tears back, even though a few stray drops had indeed fallen. He was stronger then this, his history had made it necessary for the lean and lanky male to be so. When you had no one to protect you, you needed to be solid within. Heath didn’t feel strong, he didn’t feel much more then the liquid that swirled in his stomach. Repeating the words helped that too, calmed the vertigo and eased his stomach. He hated this, hated being unable to take control and be someone that could overcome emotional hardships without the help of his precious vodka. In the end it only hurt him. And the hurt was being to become less pleasure and only pain.
The words were honest. He was indeed sorry. Sorry that he could express himself to the one person who knew and understood him most. Sorry that in the end he would always drift back to this state. Sorry for using his fists instead of his words. Haven’s words hit his ears, breaking the repetitive thoughts, but still he would not look at the male. He wasn’t even sure what happened anymore, it was all a jumble and if he could explain it he would have spoke it all. He just wanted to say it, wanted to get it off his chest and into the open air. “No. Its not.” French accented voice spoke in a rough tone. The alcohol whirled in his head once again, and Heath was thankful that he was already on the ground.
His head shook, the thoughts so jumbled and so overwhelming. “I’m going to fuck it up. She’s the best thing…” His voice trailed, burned by the vodka’s wrath. The bottle was lost, thankfully and Heath brought two hands to his face ease the pain holding the tears back brought to his features. “I’ll hurt her. I already have.” He had, he was sure of it. He closed his eyes, sure the black world would be unable to spin. He was wrong.
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Haven didn't try and argue with Heath on the matter of apologies and whether or not things were okay. It was pretty clear things weren't okay for the hybrid. Even when their friendship had just started the mottled male had never been hostile towards him. For him to actually be screwed up enough to not recognize Haven and take a swing at him spoke volumes about the state he was in. Deep down the morte dre Soul was a good person, he had seen it from day one. He only acted the way he did because of all that he had been through. He would never be able to understand the extent of the damage, for he had been lucky enough to have a loving family around him despite his origins. Heath hadn't been so lucky and so there was no judgment. They had been there for one another on multiple occasions and that trend wasn't about to stop now. Haven wasn't going to leave his friend out in the cold to fend for himself.
Bi-colored ears twitched at the accented words that flowed from that mouth. "No you won't. I know you wouldn't do that to her." How could anybody do anything to hurt the blind girl? If anyone ever tried Haven would be on them with sword and fang faster than they could think. It was impossible not to love her. Ruri was so kind and innocent, so pure. She was the kind of thing Heath needed, and if they made one another happy then the matter was settled in his mind. His features twisted to those of confusion. "What are you talking about?" The Knight hadn't heard any talk of a falling out between the hybrid and the collie, and surely he would have. If Ruri had been hurt in any way Jacquez would have raged over it. If there was one thing that the monarch cared about over himself, it was Ruri.
"Everyone makes mistakes Heath. I have, you have, we all have. Hell, Jac is just as flawed as any of us if not more so." He was far from blind to the faults in his leader's character. "Ruri would accept you no matter what and forgive you if you were truly sorry, if there is anything you've done to hurt her." It seemed to Haven that Heath was in the mindset that he did not deserve Ruri and he needed to stop believing that.
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Holy Jesus. In the past nothing would have stopped him from reaching for the bottle, or uncapping the next. It hurt to be this drunk, it hurt to keep the tears back and Heath knew that it would hurt to unleash them. He tried to keep them back, to keep his head and his pride from aching. But both were sore. He couldn’t believe that he punched Haven. Did he? Heath questioned suddenly in his stream of boozed thoughts. He had, he was sure of it. The coy-wolf flexed his hand, noticing the dull pain. Yeah, he had. God Heath thought. He would be apologizing for that for the rest of his life.
He looked at the male as he spoke. He believed that? Haven knew him well, Heath was sure of that. They had known each other before the pack was even created and before Haven left that fucked pack with the black furred bitch. He knew that Heath only wanted to do what was right. He was only a male, he did things that weren’t always right. He did things that should have deserved a little more thought, Ruri would understand that right? She was so amazing, beautiful, genuine. The other male’s question interrupted his sweet thoughts. And made him look from the space he begun to stare out into and set his water logged eyes at Haven.
“The thing, with Ruri.” Heath spoke, hastily and with force.
He leaned against the tree, huffing at the notion of Jac. 'Don’t fight with the king', Heath knew that much.
“I’m not supposed to fight with Jac.” He returned to Haven, his voice concerned and confused, like his sober self fought beneath the feet of drunkenness. He nodded, yes she would accept him. She always would.
“She loves me.” he said as he looked at the fruit colored male, even at night his color was unmistakable. Canada never had oranges, and such a thing was tragic. Focusing, he pointed at himself to restate his last phrase.
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Haven had never seen Heath in such a state and he had to admit that it unnerved him a bit. The first time they had met, when he had still been so young, the hybrid had been so confident and sure of himself and everything around him. The young Dreamer had never seen anyone that was so overtly confident before and he had found it kind of mesmerizing. Even when they had drank together in that dirty little bar Heath hadn't ever really seemed broken. Yeah he had endured a lot of pretty horrific stuff, but it had all carried that cocky undertone to it. In some people he might have found that annoying, but somehow in Heath it had been more endearing than anything else. To see that all disappear now unsettled him.
"No, you're not supposed to," he confirmed. It seemed like a pretty obvious thing to state to him, even excluding Ruri, getting in fights with your leader was generally not the best plan of action. Haven had to remember thouhg, even if his friend had sobered up considerably he was still fighting with the alcohol that was overloading his system. He also didn't bother questioning if Ruri had said that she loved him. Heath wasn't the type to infer anything of that matter. Obviously she had said as much to him and he knew that Ruri would have meant every word of it. "Do you love her?" He had a feeling that he already knew the answer to that question, but it would be a good thing for Heath to think on as well. If he did love her back, and focused on doing right by her, then he would leave all this foolishness behind and do the right thing. Haven knew that he would. At first glance the two males might seem very different, but he knew that they were more similar than opposite.
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Ughhhh… his mind was beginning to ache. It was too much, way too much to think about. Yet it was impossible to turn off. Usually he could switch off the thoughts, just forget about them all with a few sips of vodka. Poof, they would be gone and he was back to blissful ignorance. Not any more. This was all too important to just forget, his subconscious and his heart would not allow it. And so his brain hurt from the effort. Heath happily nodded in agreement with Haven, he was not supposed to fight with the high and mighty King. Maybe if Jac was just a member, Heath would fight him to the death and he would have everything he ever wanted. No. That wouldn’t have worked either. It was Jac that he couldn’t fight, King or not. Ruri loved him like a father or a brother and if they fought it would upset her. She believed she wasn’t worth the effort, but Heath would have fought every beast that crossed his path to get to her. But he would let them all rip him to pieces if she had wished it.
Haven’s next question made him pause. His entire form became still and he settled on the question. Of course he did. The initial reaction, the sudden answer that came to him mind was revolutionary. He did, he loved her. It wasn't the first time he had thought it, but for once in all his life there was nothing surrounding the fact. The circumstances were blank, hidden by an unknown shroud. He was crying and miserable because he was in love? No, there was more. So much more that surrounded it, and yet the complex emotion felt so simple right there and then. Yes. He loved her, like none other. Yes, he wanted the best for her and wanted to be part of all those wonderful things. Yes. An answer had never come easier. It was like song birds in his brain, a ballad that told of their never ending passion echoing even when he tried to quiet it. There was no silence. Yes! There was no other answer to ever give to this one massive question.
“Yeah.” he spoke with a drunken tone.
“Yeah.” He second answer was more shaken then the first. Eyes rose from the ground, brighter and clearer then they had been a second before. What was he waiting for? Why should he waste any more time??
“I need to tell her.” He spoke to the orange male with a dire need in his voice. He should go, sober up on the way and just say the words.
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Jade eyes watched Heath carefully after he had asked if he loved Ruri in return. He noted the pause and he could almost see the thoughts swirling around in the hybrid's head. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't somewhat surprised to find that the older male had fallen for someone. After all, it had been Heath that had introduced him to the notion of wanting more than just to hold hands with a girl you liked. Back then he had seemed so very unlikely to ever let his guard down enough to let anyone in, much less a female that had the capacity to take over his heart. Then he had seemed disinterested in the very idea of love. Now here he was, and before an answer was even given Haven could tell that Heath did love Ruri. If anyone could have done this though, it was Ruri. Unless you were a heartless bastard you couldn't help but want the very best for the collie girl. Her kind sincerity and gentleness had brushed away all the callous defenses the hybrid had put up. It made perfect sense to him and he couldn't help but picture the two together and happy and it made him want to smile.
When Heath finally did answer that smile came. Already those golden orbs seemed clearer, as if the shroud had been lifted off of them and he was really seeing things as they were for the first time. Haven could understand his severe want to go and tell Ruri now how he really felt, but now was not quite the right time. "Yes, but you should wait. Wait until it's all out of your system, clean yourself up. You should tell her when you're looking your best." And not reeking of vodka. "I can help you back to the stables if you want, help you get prepared." Of course Heath wouldn't be ready tonight, but the time would come very soon as long as he didn't ingest anymore of the clear liquid.
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we can end here, or with one more from you..?  Now. He thought. She would not be expecting it, just as he had been so un-expectant. There would be moonlight, the simple glow against her silver fur, there would be the silence of the calm eve and only the song of the dancing bells swaying in the wind. Bells he had given her, because he feared she would be lost and never return to him. Their music would call her home, bring her to him and she would never be without anything that she needed. She needed this too, for he remembered the unease the unhappiness that had radiated from her when he had not responded to her confession. He needed her to know. And he wanted to be beside her now.
At Haven’s comment Heath looked up at him, and there were no words he could give to contradict Haven's suggestion. But, no. Heath thought as he stared at the sober male, he couldn’t wait. There would be no better time then now to confess his love for the blind girl. With the moonlight, with the silence and the cling of the bells. He would be a Romeo and she would be his Juliet. Heath rose, as if he was about to defy all the things Haven was talking about. His legs were stiff, painful and as he rose he felt the drunkenness overcome him once more. He was fucking tanked.
Heath nodded his head, maybe Haven was making sense after all. If she saw him like this no words, how ever four lettered and perfect it would be, could save him from the humiliation.
“Okay.”. He agreed. The upright hybrid looked at the orange male with a sway, it seemed as if there were two Haven’s.
“But I do love her. She’s everything. She’s fucking perfect.” He said as he lazily pointed a figure at the other male. Heath took a deep breath, and found that he felt steady on his feet. Slowly he began to walk beside the white accented Haven. He was sorry for hitting him, and wasn’t sure how that even had happened. A light furred arm outstretched to clasp the shoulder of the Knight. Gold eyes felt glazed, and Heath turned his head to speak once more.
“I love you man.”
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His friend was still thinking rapidly over things, as was only natural when you were tasting the beginnings of love. Haven had gone through similar thought processes when he had been falling for Siobhan. Your brain and heart were overloaded with a beautiful collage of colorful new thoughts and feelings and you couldn't help but lose yourself in it all. He was happy that Heath had found something that he could let his guard down for, someone that he could let in and understand that just because his life had been a big mess that didn't mean that he could have better. He could. He could have more than what he had felt he had to settle for. There was also a certain wholeness that wanting to live for someone else brought you. There were few people more deserving of that than the hybrid and Ruri. They would make a wonderful couple, he just knew it. He could feel it.
For a minute it seemed like his friend was going to deny his advice and go on and see Ruri tonight anyway. Haven didn't want to argue anymore about it. The boy knew he wasn't right about everything, but he was right about this. Going to see her right now would be a mistake. He'd be showing her things that he wouldn't want her to see. Thankfully as he rose up he seemed to realize that he wasn't in any shape to go see the woman he loved right now and he agreed to wait. The pumpkin hued male sighed with relief and smile over at his friend. "I know. She really is. I'm happy for you, Heath." They started to walk together in the direction of the stables and when he felt the other grab onto his shoulder he looked over, jade eyes meeting gold. Haven smiled, and couldn't help but chuckle a little. He returned the gesture, placing a hand on Heath's shoulder. "I love you too."
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