Poppy at least managed a couple of hours of sleep before he woke, though it certainly wasn’t two yet. Unfortunately for the Prince however, it was the type of waking in which one finds themselves very suddenly alert– mind and eyes alike. Another unfortunate part of this, was that his body already was showing a revenge sequence to be set in play for drinking so heavily through the night; his head threatening to implode as he moved was more than enough evidence of that.
With a small groan as he stood, he’d quickly swallowed a full glass of water in a single raise of the glass left behind, before pouring himself a second to carry with him after removing now hideously smudged makeup. With a glance at the clock, the Prince had decided he could allow himself to find Dorian. He was certain the other would understand why he was up already if he was given a chance to explain it. A presence that he didn’t expect to find upon entering the library however, was Freddie. Much less so close to Dorian.
For a few moments, his steadily growing hangover was forgotten as a heavy frown formed against features. Without actually thinking, he had made a quick approach to slip an arm around Dorian’s waist, drawing his friend away from his soon-to-be ex. The lack of thought was obvious by the choice of who he had pulled away from whom.
“I do hope you have an explanation for me Freddie.” He stated with a poorly hidden snap.
The English lord was surprised to find Poppy at his side putting himself as a barrier between him and Freddie. He was thankful and decided against scolding him for being out of bed already.
There was no need to punish him, the look on the prince’s face was enough, he was hungover to hell and back and probably had a mouth like a desert, it would be truly cruel of Dorian to prolong the other’s misery further with any sort of reprimands.
Freddie flinched at the sound of Poppy’s obvious displeasure in his voice, he put on a sickly sweet smile opening his arms to his boyfriend, hoping to somehow coax him into forgiveness.
“Sweetheart, you look tired, shall we head up to bed?” He asks, Dorian pulls away from Poppy distancing himself from both men now, wishing dearly that he had not made the journey to the palace.
“Shall I head off so you two can.. whatever... urgh. I’m going home.” With that he grabbed his jacket and made to move for the door.
