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 Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 3:55 pm
Freya heard the commotion outside, earlier that evening. She knew they'd be back, and that was around the time she'd started pacing. She missed Herryk, and she missed Kettil, but most of all, she was going to punch her sister's face in. So hard. And the pacing was directed mostly for her benefit.
Still, she waited in Herryk's dorm instead of her own - she thought that perhaps Herryk would have the power to keep her from throttling her sister, somehow. Besides, she wanted to make sure he was okay. These trips had a way of really traumatizing people, and she felt confident this would be no exception.
Finally, she sat down on his bed, huffed, and then flopped her back down on it. This disturbed several of the sleeping foxfires, of whom she was taking care of, and badly, at that. She didn't like seeing them in the pens, and usually just let them roam the room - they had taken to Herryk's bed, even when she tried to squeeze herself in as she did now. But as soon as she was settled, they circled to find another comfortable spot, even if it meant lying on her.
She didn't care. She was too busy picturing how nice it would be to kick her sister's butt.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 4:25 pm
Herryk was weary. It was not a state of mind that Herryk was entirely familiar with, but it was one that he'd been forced to deal with. In truth, all Herryk wanted to do once he arrived home was to sit - alone - and meditate. A deep, cleansing meditation that would set his mind right and allow for him to make room in his troubled thoughts so that he could tend to the most important thing in his unlife.
His Freya.
Upon reaching his dorm, Herryk heaved a breathless sigh - a mere heft of his shoulders - before he clonked his forehead into the door. Was he looking forward to seeing his poofs? Yes... but not as excited as he could've been. Should've been. In honesty, his palm ached for the weight of a weapon once more, not the feathery fluff of a minipet.
With a soft groan the draugr swung the door open, eyes widening as he caught sight of Freya and the loose minipets.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 5:00 pm
"Ach!" The barking had started the minute Herryk's head hit the door. All of the foxfires jumped off the bed at once, some of them using her body as a diving board, and they all yipped up at the door, bouncing like little rubber balls and running in circles out of sheer excitement. She vaulted off of the bed and tried to shoo them away, but for each one she managed to move, two slid past her feet and returned to pawing at the door. When the door itself opened, Freya had one foxfire stuffed down her shirt, two under each arm, and she was trying to pick Nanna up with her teeth. It failed horribly, and she was still bent over, looking sheepish as she grinned up at the draugr.
"WELL. ACH. Welcomes.. home?" Her cheeks tinged pink as she flustered, straightening up.
Freyja leapt out of her bosom and jumped on Herryk's chest with a delighted bark.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 7:34 pm
Herryk merely stood in the doorway for a good long time, his mouth twisted in what could almost be considered a smile. Soon the room was filled with the happy yips and yaps of his foxfires swarming around his ankles in a surging rush of excitement. Any other time Herryk would've been exceedingly pleased to see them, but.. right now they were nothing more than an annoyance. A low roarthat seemed to accompany the lingering voices that filled his mind with white noise.
Herryk fought the urge to back out of the door, calmly close the door behind him and just… run until he ached. Clenching his jaw, Herryk offered his beloved a tight smile as he stepped further into the room,closing the door behind him with a gentle click.
"It.. it is good to be home."
Wading through the wriggling fluffballs, Herryk leaned forward and pressed his lips to Freya's once he was close enough to do so. It was a gentle brush, nothing demanding or forceful or even slightly reminiscent of any previous kiss, but… things were different. Herryk felt different. When Freyja jumped to his chest, Herryk carefully grabbed the little poof and set her back on the floor, straightening to give Freya a weary smile.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 8:34 pm
Everything seemed different about the man who stood in front of her, and it made Freya a little sick in the stomach to see it. Her embarrassed grin fell almost instantly when he spoke, and she stared with an openly confused expression, watching him brush Freyja away. Her eyes fluttered, threatening to close when he kissed her, but she fought it enough to watch him even then, and her heart went out to him.
"Yeh poor thing, yeh looks exhausted.. aya, get back in yehr pens yeh little demons! Daddy's gots teh rest before he is givings yeh the lovings, now. Get! GET!" She went back to shooing the foxfires into the pen, one by one, picking them up if they refused. It was the least she could do for the boil, who was clearly weary from his trip.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 8:46 pm
Herryk watched Freya as she herded the mass of foxfires into their pen, remaining silent as he tossed his bag into one of the nearest chairs. At that point he moved towards the bed, falling back onto it with a soft grunt. There were so many things going through his mind. He felt off-balance, off-center, and wholly incapable of setting everything right - in his mind, at least.
"Herryk is glad that Freya did not go on this trip." His voice was low and hoarse, filled with weariness. He truly was glad she hadn't gone - it had been a time filled with countless experiences, and yet he'd been able to interact with others knowing that Freya was here, safe at home.
Pinching the bridge of his nose between forefinger and thumb, Herryk squeezed his eyes shut for a brief time before opening them up once more, offering Freya a half-hearted smile.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 9:59 pm
Freya had just managed to pen all the foxfires when she heard his voice again. She stood up straight, patted herself down to get the stray fur off of her, and just looked at him for a moment.
"Well, I'm glad too. We knew it was just goings teh be another one of those oh, let's dance into teh den of teh enemies and sit on their daisies until they comes out teh hits us with their great swords, hurrah! kind of thing." Even as she said this, her hands were waving around over-dramatically. She took light steps over to the bed, sat down on the corner gingerly, and put her hand on Herryk's knee.
"So is good, I didn't go. I wish that my sister had half the sense I had, hah! I suppose she is goings teh comes home all battle weary and grumpy again, but I don't cares, I will punch the grump outs of her, oh I will!" The momentary surge of anger soon passed, and she tilted her head down to rest it against his knee, staring up at him with sad, but adoring eyes.
"Can yehr Freya do anythings teh makes yeh feel better? Do yeh wants me teh draw up a bath, or gives yeh a massage?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 6:51 am
Herryk had fallen deep into thought, his expression altering slightly as he attempted to compartmentalize his feelings. As Freya spoke of Hel and the beating her sister would receive, Herryk couldn't help but feel a deep, unabiding sense of remorse. Why hadn't he gotten to know Riley better? Did Riley leave behind a boilfriend or ghoulfriend of her own? What sort of agony must they be going through if she did? Just the thought of losing Freya permanently left Herryk feeling rattled. Would he even be able to survive it? Would he even want to go on?
Lifting his hand, he brushed his fingers along Freya's temple, curling them downward so that he could trace the line of her jaw. He couldn't stop thinking, too, about the weight of a weapon in his hand - an extension of himself. Another crashing wave of depression washed over him, intensified by the rasping whisper of voices that had yet to fade completely.
"A cool bath," the draugr mumbled softly, running the tip of his index finger down the bridge of Freya's nose. "A cool bath and then perhaps Freya will brush Herryk's hair?" She was so beautiful, staring up at him like she was. He'd missed this perfect face.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 12:43 am
Even though Herryk was really starting to worry her, Freya just kept looking up at him, waiting for an answer. Her eyes fluttered, threatening to close when his gentle touch grazed over her features, but she refused to lose sight of him. She watched, and waited, ever vigilant even in the face of the numbing sadness that weighed heavy on the draugr before her. Her hand reached up and pressed against his wrist while he touched her nose.
But then he gave her purpose, and when Freya was filled with purpose, she was a woman of action. She blossomed, grinning brightly as she climbed off of the bed and hopped over to the bathroom. "I will! I will brush and brush, until you falls asleep in my arms." She was practically yelling this out from the bathroom, as she'd already gotten inside to fill the tub. Her voice was echoey from the tile as she called out to him.
"Yeh sure yeh wants a cool bath?" She knew he didn't have heat running through his veins, but warm baths always seemed to make sadness ebb away from her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 3:51 pm
Herryk gave a hearty grunt, kicking off his boots before plucking at his loincloth. It felt to the ground with a loud rustle-thud. The cape came last, landing on the floor next to the loincloth. He gave a massive stretch, working the kinks from his tense muscles. Everything truly ached with exhaustion; bruises littered his body, scars and marks from the plants with the blood-red blossoms.
"Cool, beloved. Not so chilling, just.. cool, hmm?"
He shoved his clothes aside with a large foot before meandering into the bathroom, scratching his chest with an idle hand as he set to disentangling the braids from his hair.
"Herryk does not so much want to cook as he wants to relax."
Once the braids were finished, Herryk turned around and leaned against the sink, watching Freya.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 4:08 pm
Freya was sitting on the tub, her body leaning in as one hand as the water cascaded against it. Every so often, she reached up to change the faucets, and then went back to feeling the temperature with her water. All the while, a tiny little hum was slipping out of her, some unknown tune that, for once, actually didn't cause depression. It did nothing, in fact.
When she finally thought the water felt cool, but not cold, she straightened back up and shook her hand out. "Okays, yeh wants cool, yeh gets- NAKED-"
Freya had sat up into a position that put her square in inappropriate territory, and while it wasn't anything she hadn't seen before, she was still surprised to see it at that very moment, and toppled back into the tub in surprise. The water was only a few inches, so there wasn't much of a splash, but that didn't stop her from getting soaked from the waist down. She looked up at him sheepishly.
".. Is good temperature, I thinks." Her voice hitched in embarrassment.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 9:08 pm
In all honesty, if Herryk hadn't been so exhausted he would have assuredly reached out for Freya with a more intimate purpose in mind. Had he been feeling more himself, there was little doubt that they would both be naked, right here and right now, and a proper fade to black would have been in effect. As it was, Herryk merely reached forward and grasped Freya about her waist, his large hands easily bracketing her waist as he pulled her out of the tub.
"Freya is supposed to undress before she goes into the tub," he chuckled quietly, ignoring the way the water from the tub pooled beneath their feet. The water felt nice against his skin, cool and refreshing, and the white noise from the rushing water blended into the hushed whispers that echoed throughout his mind. Being around his beloved helped; the words were almost easy to ignore.
With a grunt Herryk moved into the tub, leaning back against the angled edge of it. He closed his eyes briefly before opening them again, lifting his eyes to meet those of Freya's.
"Join Herryk?"
If it wasn't obvious yet, it soon would be; the draugr, at this moment, was not interested in the more passionate side of physical interaction. Just having Freya near him, skin to skin, would be enough. For now.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:24 pm
Freya let out a startling laugh when Herryk picked her up out of the tub as if she weighed nothing, despite the sudden dampening of her wings and the end of her hair. She wiggled in his arms until she was set down, and immediately shook herself.
"Oh, I will remembers that next time, thanks yeh so much for teh helpful tip, my love." She drawled sarcastically, wringing her hair out while he slid into the tub. He called to her, and every part of her answered that call. She even took a step forward, but her impish grin defied it all.
"No." She denied him, choosing instead to walk past him and grab the brush. She climbed up onto the edge of the tub, scurried around until she was behind him, and moved his head to sit on her lap. Her legs extended on either side of the edge, and she started to run her fingers through his hair. "I brush yehr hair instead. Yeh gots me wets enough for one day."
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 2:12 pm
Herryk chuckled huskily, leaning his head back when she seated herself on the edge of the tub. He'd have preferred her in the tub with him, but just the touch of her hands in his hair was more than welcome.
"Wet enough for one day," he shook his head, tilting so that he could get a good look at her before shaking his head as he turned back around. He was silent for a long, long time, his voice serious when next he spoke.
"Did Freya know Riley? The class president?" He paused briefly before continuing. "Herryk.. Herryk is not sure what happened, but Herryk thinks that Riley is dead. For ... a permanent death." The water swirled around his shoulders as he adjusted his position in the tub, falling silent again.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 7:26 pm
Freya snickered at the comment, leaning in to kiss his nose when he bent his head back to look at her. She started pulling the comb through his hair, finding just as much comfort and enjoyment in combing it as he might have gotten from having it combed. When he asked if she knew Riley, she shook her head and let out a little 'nuh-uh' sound, but let him continue. The word dead didn't strike her, but as soon as Herryk said permanent, Freya's hands slowed, and stilled in his hair, as she let that sink in.
"Wait.. yeh says someone died, but is not comings back?" She tried to wrap her mind around it. "Did she get reaped? Maybe she comes back as a ghost?" Sure, that had to be it.
"What happened to her?"
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