Esther (Herobrine x Reader)

Part 8: In Need of Therapy

Snoring caught your attention, slowly dragging you out of your peaceful sleep. It wasn't like Kim's, though. Hers was much softer and higher pitched, almost mimicking a squirrel. This too was gentle, but also was deeper and in general just sounded bigger.

Perhaps it was Val...? It didn't exactly sound ladylike, but who were you to judge that?

Within only moments of waking up, you found the pattern of breaths soothing. Your mind fogged again, and, slowly, you dozed off...

Your brain snapped back into the present upon feeling the mattress beneath you jostle slightly. Val...was on the couch, right? Then, you took notice that the divot in the bed was much bigger than the one Kim usually made when sleeping. Confused out of your mind, you struggled to turn your head enough to see what it really was. There was something lightly tugging on your hair. As your eyes stretched to see who it was, your entire body hardened like a brick.

Herobrine was laying half on his stomach, half on his side, just to your right. His right hand rested on your long locks to the side of you, the King's closed eyes shielded by your hair as well. It was a near horrifying thought; something of yourself so close to and touching this man! His face was almost entirely covered by your hair! This seemed to have been done in his sleep, since facing him were the late morning rays of the sun his unconscious mind likely wanted to block out.

Your heart was thumping twice as fast as it normally should. What on EARTH were you to do now?! You couldn't just yank your hair away from him! ..Could you?

Your eyes turned further to Val, who was still sleeping on the couch. "Psst!.... Psssst!" You tried to grab her attention without waking the king up. It was a losing battle. The one you were trying not to wake was closer, and therefore, easier to wake up than Val. Herobrine silenced himself in his sleep a little, stiffening up, but not quite waking yet. You had so many questions, like, how did he end up here in the first place?! Losing hope, your neck straightened again, your body stiffly laying there, muscles tense. You still felt the slight pull on your hair, caused by the weight of Herobrine's hand. And the man's warm breaths pushed past the hair of yours covering his face just to tease you in your moment of internal torment.

Dangerous as he was; terrifying as he might be; unmistakably powerful he had proven himself a foe...no harm was dealt directly at you. Other than your little remaining pride being absolutely squandered, you were happy to report this wasn't a man who would outright torture those in his presence. He wasn't the kind to delve into a rage, inflicting harm upon whoever was near at the time, nor was he the kind to wish damage upon another for simply disagreeing! You were surprised at how surprised you were. Why, even the very person who was the source of all his recent troubles he hadn't laid a finger on.. Granted, that person was his own mother... Instead of what you had expected, this man had proven himself an intellectual. Surely, there was no need to fear him so much, judging by how you had personally seen him act in the past.

You tried to convince yourself enough to calm down.

...It didn't really work...

You knew this guy was, still...somehow the same king who lead a war against your kind all those years ago.. It was still the same guy. As much as you wished to convince yourself otherwise...you just couldn't. Perhaps...this wasn't the best way to go around things. If you were going to truly be stuck here for some time, potentially even married to this man, you needed to think about this differently.

Laying there in relative silence, you replayed every positive memory involving Herobrine and placed them into one bin, and every negative memory involving Herobrine and placed them into another bin. From this, you attempted to lie to yourself, saying these were two different people.