me: haha. Romance is so weird, i don't understand i
also me: (writes 7 romances)
"Aren't you going to sleep?" His wife's voice drew Herobrine's attention away from the door, where he had been gazing through the crack between it and the doorway.
"I will." He promised. "Just not yet."
"Worried?" Heather was perched on the edge of the double bed, her sling removed for ease of sleep. The lack of the sling revealed the bandages on her left arm. They made her look so fragile.
"Something like that," Herobrine turned back to the door. Night had fallen, but there was no sign of any hostile mobs thus far. The golems were doing a good job keeping them away from the village. "We need to stay out of sight, of course, but someone should keep watch in case Null arrives. If he caught us by surprise…"
"Yeah, but you're not going to stay up all night, are you?" Heather wandered over to join him, and he put an arm around her, careful to avoid her injuries.
"No." He promised. "But I'm too worked up to sleep anyway, so I'll take the first watch."
"Who's taking the second?"
"I'll wake Steve. Then, after, Alex." Herobrine suppressed a sigh, glancing through the crack at the building that Notch and his minions slept in. "Because obviously, Notch will need his beauty sleep."
"Mm." Heather exhaled slowly, leaning against him. "What are we going to do with him?"
"I've half a mind to tie and gag him, and throw him over the back of his horse."
Heather scoffed loudly. "Why do I like that plan?"
"A sign you're getting as fed up with him as I am?" Herobrine finally turned his gaze on his wife. "There's no need for you to stay up."
"Well, maybe I want to spend a minute alone with my husband." She wrapped her arms around his chest, tipping her head back to meet his eye. "When no one's trying to kill us." Herobrine smirked.
"I suppose I can understand that." He rested his hands on her shoulder blades, mindful of her injured arm. "Hello."
"Hi." Heather stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Herobrine tightened his arms around her as she did so, holding her against him for a few moments, and she rested her forehead against his collarbone. "I love you." She murmured.
"I love you too." Herobrine shut his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of Heather's body against his. She had changed so much from the frightened teen he had met almost five years ago, into a beautiful woman and a competent queen. How lucky was he that she had chosen to keep him around?
"You should sleep." She whispered in his ear. "Null won't be able to sneak past the golems, not without making enough of a racket to wake us." Herobrine huffed into her hair.
"I would rather be safe than sorry."
"We're going to be riding all day again tomorrow." She countered. "Out in the open, much more likely to be spotted. You'll need your reflexes." Herobrine considered this for a few moments, then sighed.
"Fine." He lowered himself just enough to sweep her legs out from underneath her, cradling her against his chest as he straightened.
"Hey!" Heather hissed, grabbing his arm as he carried her towards the double bed. "Jerk."
"I thought you wanted to go to bed."
"I told you to go to be-" Heather shrieked as he dropped her onto the mattress. She tried to glare at him as he lay down beside her, leaning over her, but couldn't suppress a smirk. "Now what are you doing?"
"Going to bed with my wife." Herobrine rested his arm on her other side, keeping her from sitting up. "How's that scar looking?" She cocked a brow, lifting her good hand to trace a finger along his cheek.
"Still a scratch, not a scar." She reported. "But still ruggedly handsome." He smirked, then lowered his head, pressing a small kiss to her lips.
"Thank you for enduring this with me." He murmured as he pulled back. "For staying by my side."
"Did I have a choice?" Heather smiled up at him, looping her good arm around his neck. "Till death do us part, right?"
"We haven't said those vows yet. Our first wedding was considerably lacking."
"Well, we've rehearsed them. That counts, right?" She tugged him down to kiss him again. When she released him, he kissed her cheek, then lay down beside her on his side.
"How are you holding up?" He murmured as he studied her face. Heather rolled onto her side to look at him.
"Well enough, considering… everything." She reached out, and he pulled her close. "I'm glad Theo's here, I think we're going to make it."
"Make it out of this? Make it home?"
"Yeah."
"We will." Herobrine pulled her up against his chest, resting his chin on her shoulder as his hand trailed up and down her back. "We will."
"Have a pleasant rest, Bryn?" The address caused Herobrine's gaze to snap to his creator, blank eyes narrowing into slits. "What?" Notch feigned innocence. "Can I not ask a simple question?"
"I slept very well." Herobrine responded bluntly. "We should get our horses and move on." Taking Heather's hand, he turned and retreated, heading for another corner of the village. Suppressing a sigh, Steve cast a glance at Notch, then Alex, whose expression mirrored his own. They were loyal to Notch, they really were. But there was no need for him to pick fights with Herobrine when they had a common goal.
"Steve, Alex, speak to the villagers and collect more supplies." Notch ordered. "Our food stores are waning and I don't know when we'll come across another village."
"We don't have emeralds to trade," Alex protested.
"It doesn't matter, the villagers should be happy to assist me." Notch shooed them away. "Go." Steve frowned, but didn't argue, following Alex as she walked off towards the center of the village. As soon as Notch was out of earshot, she turned to him.
"Are you going to talk to him?"
"I was hoping we wouldn't have to." Steve muttered. "But he's just getting worse."
"Agreed." Alex pursed her lips. "What do we even say?"
"At least he can't reset us if we disagree with him." Steve shook his head. "I'll… try to get him alone after we talk to the villages. He certainly won't listen in front of Herobrine."
"Agreed. Split up?"
"Sure."
The pair of them circled the village, chatting with the villagers and explaining their situation. Many of the villagers were kind enough to give them food, and the rest were amiable enough in their refusal. When they returned to where Notch was waiting, Herobrine and Heather had returned with the horses, the latter standing between the men in an attempt to keep them off of each other.
"Well?" Notch called out as they approached. Steve held up a loaf of bread.
"They had a few donations."
"As I thought. Mount up, let's go."
"Wait," Steve cut him off. "May I speak to you for a minute?" Notch raised a brow.
"Very well. Speak."
"Privately, please." Steve beckoned him away from the group, as Alex left his side to stand by Heather.
"Fine." Notch came over to join him, and they walked around the corner from the rest of the group. "What is so important that it could not wait until we were on the road?" Steve took a breath.
"Notch, I don't mean to be insubordinate," he began. "but do you truly think it wise to antagonize Herobrine like this? He is your strongest ally against Null."
"Really? I would think that the hacker is." Notch raised a brow. "I beg to differ. Bryn is the one picking fights with me."
"He is your strongest ally who is here, with us." Steve clarified. "And no. Your tone when you speak to him is… unfriendly, and you do not listen to anything he has to say." He hesitated, almost backtracking. "I know you don't want to follow his lead, but please at least respect his words."
"Steve." Notch's tone was harsh. "I do not appreciate you giving me commands. You are my creation, and my servant, as Bryn should be."
"If nothing else, he is the only one who can kill you." Frustration seeped into Steve's voice. "At the very least you should respect him for that."
"Is that a threat?" Notch asked sharply.
"No! Just a reminder."
"Well I'll remind you of what Bryn already knows - that if I die, this world goes with me." Notch turned away. "He will not lay a hand on me." Steve opened his mouth, only to let it fall shut. He would not see reason.
"Fine." Leaving him, Steve headed back towards the horses, the sour look on his face giving Alex a clue as to how the conversation had gone.
"East from here?" Herobrine asked as Notch approached, taking his horse and climbing into the saddle.
"East." Notch confirmed. "Come on, move." Herobrine's face remained impassive as Notch turned and headed towards the sunrise, though Steve could see his jaw tick as he lifted Heather into the saddle.
As strange as it was, Steve was almost hoping that Null attacked them soon. Maybe it would redirect their anger onto him rather than each other.
"This seems to be where our journey ends." Herobrine commented.
Heather shifted in the saddle, trying to relieve some of the pressure on her sore legs. "To be honest, I think a boat would be a nice change of pace."
"We'd have to leave our horses behind," Steve pointed out. "Unless we dragged them behind the boats, but depending on how great the sea is that sounds like more trouble than it's worth."
"Notch, when are we going to get frost walking for horses?" Heather turned to the creator, who had stopped just before the water. Notch rubbed his beard thoughtfully.
"I hadn't considered that before."
Their trek east had been stopped by a significant obstacle - an ocean. The landmass stretched out further to the north and south, and their party was currently debating the best course of action. Alex advocated for continuing on land, while Notch seemed to want to cross it.
"Although," Notch mused. "The middle of an ocean may be a good place to take a stand." Herobrine gave him a strange look.
"Why?"
"Endermen can't teleport there." Notch said, as though it should be obvious. "So Null would have no way to get to us."
"Perhaps," Herobrine allowed, "but drowned spawn in droves, and our location is sure to be compromised. Null could easily find another way to get to us, assuming the drowned don't take us out themselves."
"Without teleportation, his advantage is gone." Notch dismounted, placing a crafting table to craft a boat. "We're going to sea."
"This isn't wise." Herobrine snapped. "Staying on land and hiding at night is the safest course of action. Revealing our location is brazen and foolish, if Null can't find us he can't hurt us!"
"And how long will that last? Until a creeper or spider, or even an Enderman spies us in the daytime after the undead have burned?" Notch scoffed. "By taking a position of power, we will have the upper hand when Null inevitably finds us. We outnumber him greatly, he may have control of the mobs but they are foolish and weak. We will have no trouble with them."
"Have you forgotten who you're speaking to? I ruled the mobs for more than a thousand years, they are not-"
"Have you forgotten who you're speaking to?" Notch cut him off sharply. "I created this world, I created you, and the mobs too. I know perfectly well what they're capable of." He placed his boat in the water. "Stop arguing for the sake of arguing and come on." Herobrine didn't move. "Or," Notch continued. "You can stay here with your wife. I'm sure you'll have no trouble defeating Null by yourselves, with her broken arm and your missing eye."
"Notch." Steve broke in, his voice pleading. Notch ignored him.
"Fine." Herobrine swung out of the saddle, reaching up to lift Heather down.
"I'm so sorry he's the worst." She whispered as he pulled her to the ground.
"It's going to blow up in his face." Herobrine muttered. "And when it does, he's going to be the one to deal with the consequences." Patting her on the shoulder, he turned back to the horse, removing the saddle and tack to return it to his inventory. Steve was silently crafting a boat, setting it in the water and beckoning Alex to join him.
"As long as we keep him alive." Heather agreed. She hurried to craft a boat, and soon they were leaving the shoreline behind, following Notch out towards the distant horizon.
hm. well. Notch is a guy alright