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 Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 12:49 pm
When Freya dreamed that night, they were nightmares.
Her sleep was fitful, and she tossed and turned, mumbling and crying in the bed she slept in, so that when she woke up the next morning, she felt like she hadn't slept at all. But when she woke up, she couldn't remember any of her dreams.
Except one.
She dreamt Endy was sleeping beside her. She'd reached out and touched her little foot, and everything felt warm, and cozy. It was the only happy dream she'd had, and she remembered it vividly when she woke up.
"Mmmmm. Endy."
That was the first thing Freya said that morning, as she shifted in the bed and stretched her body out into a curve.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 12:56 pm
Oh, Kettil got some sleep when he wasn't being unintentionally punched and flailed at like some sort of low hanging piñata. Endzela on the other hand had a bit of a easier time snuggling up to Freya when she was still and then leaving when she got a bit too fitful for even the Familiar to deal with. As a result, if he wanted to or not, he was up early and was now in his kitchen making breakfast.
Endzela was creeper staring down at Freya as she awoke, "Morning~," came the chime from the Owl, "I am so glad you could spend the night!"
Kettil said nothing at the moment, he was too busy focusing on egg flipping so he didn't break the yolks.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 1:09 pm
Freya flickered her eyes open and stared at the owl in front of her. She blinked and blinked, expecting to wake up from the dream. Finally, she lifted her head just enough to prop herself up by the elbows, and stared face to face with Endzela.
"I thought I dreams yeh in my beds." Freya murmured quietly. "When did yeh gets here?" Her hair was wild, stuck up and fluffed with bedhead, and she hadn't yet registered that these weren't her sheets.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 1:14 pm
"...I live here?" Endzela chirruped back as she paused a moment to preen an out of place feather thoughtfully, "Kettil said your room was out of order so he brought you here to rest instead~," the Owl had a sneaking suspicion that he was leaving some things out but she didn't argue with him on it at the moment either.
Kettil flipped the egg over and upon it landing in the pan the yolk broke, "Son of a --," Kettil paused as he looked toward his Owl to whine at her to see that Freya had awoken. "Oh! Mornin'," he said in a chipper enough tone, "Sleep good?"
Endzela's body shifted from foot-to-foot, "You seemed awful restless."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 1:21 pm
Freya's head turned to the side, much like an owl, when Endy said that she lived there. But as soon as she explained it, Freya was up like a bolt, staring at her surroundings in surprise.
And there was Kettil, in his kitchen, his kitchen, making breakfast.
Freya couldn't remember what happened last night, but she was sure it wasn't this.
Still, despite how clearly she convinced herself that there was nothing here to worry about, her heart was beating as fast as a hummingbird's wings. Perhaps it was just from the rush of waking up so fast.
Sure, that was it.
"I didn't." Freya answered quite honestly, as her hands rose up to shake the terrible out of her hair. "I don't even remembers falling asleep." She turned to Endy, and half-smiled. "Sorry if I disturbs yeh."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 1:29 pm
Kettil let out a small quiet sound of concern and then stared down at his now burning eggs, "...Just gonna pretend that isn't happening," he said feeling kind of lame as he kind of wandered over to his trash can, dumped the contents of the pain, and then went about trying anew.
Endzela on the other hand let out a hoot, "Not disturbed at all, not one little bit! I was very pleased that you were able to visit even if you were a bit on the unconscious side," the Familiar giggled happily.
The Reaper was busy trying to cook and not have very many feelings all at once, "So, how do you like your eggs?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 1:32 pm
How did she like her-
Freya's hands wrapped around her stomach, waiting for the nausea. She was thinking too hard about the gooey, fatty yolk, and her throat closed up - she did not want to throw up all that eyescream..
Her brow furrowed slightly, and she pulled her arms away. One hand touched her stomach, and rubbed it, then started poking it. Nothing happened.
The lack of nausea made her heart hurt with loss.
"I.. scrambled, I guess." She mumbled, frowning as she stared at her stomach.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 1:37 pm
"Scrambled. I can handle that," he said cheering up a bit and set to working those up instead of what he was trying to do earlier for just him. Yes. He could deal with scrambled eggs and make enough for himself as well. Kettil noted her expression and echoed her frown with his own, "You alright, Princess?" he asked softly.
Oh he remembered why she was sad - especially now.
Endzela moved closer to Freya now leaning toward her for attention and hopeful for pets, "You are in a safe place~."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 2:01 pm
"All right?" She looked up and stopped poking herself, while trying to decipher what the actual answer to that question is. "I don't knows. Maybe? Is just, yeh talks about foods, good foods, real foods, and I-"
Oh. Wait. There it went.
Her stomach rolled with nausea, and she quit speaking to cover her mouth with her hands. She lay back down on the bed, closed her eyes, and tried to think about anything but food.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 2:07 pm
Well. That reaction was a bit disheartening but he wasn't going to cram food down her throat either. He hadn't exactly begun cooking the eggs yet as he paused staring down at the pan as it was being heated by the small stove. "Mmm...." He turned it off for now and quietly wandered over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, he leaned and tentatively and lightly laid his hand on her stomach.
"...Maybe it's too soon for that," he said in that quiet patient tone.
Endzela tilted her head a bit, "Freya want me to go catch her something?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 2:14 pm
Freya felt his hand on her stomach, and her eyes opened. She looked up at the boil leaning over her in worry, gently nursing her back to health, and her stomach settled at the touch. She put down her hands, and just stared at him.
Witchcraft.
Slowly, she sat up in the bed, giving Endy a quick smile at the offer before shaking her head. Then she put her hand on top of Kettil's, and patted it gently.
"Makes the eggs." Freya whispered quietly with a smile. "I'll try."
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 2:23 pm
He blushed a little bit when she stared at him but it was soon followed by a considerably brightened and happy expression when she said that she would at least try to eat, his fingertips wiggled against her stomach a little in a playful gesture as she patted his hand, "Don't worry if you can't eat it all at once, I'll finish it off. One small step at a time, okay?"
It seemed, in directly, Lark had taught him the value of patience and taking small steps.
Endzela gave a small hoot of acceptance of Freya's refusal of her offer and just closed her eyes a little. It felt so nice and calm in here for now.
"I'll work on the eggs then," he announced as he got up and started to head to the kitchen, "bathroom is free if you need it~," he chimed, he sounded so happy now.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 2:27 pm
Freya's nose crinkled when he tickled her, and she slapped his hand away, moving to try and slap him again as he escaped her. She only hit air, but it got her to move off the bed enough to stretch. She gave the bathroom a look, before looking down at herself - and the sight she saw made her suck her breath in a loud and startled hiss.
The poor, red dress was tattered. Ripped. Covered in dirt. Tears. Eyescream. And her arms and legs were scratched up from leaves and branches - she looked.. she looked..
Oh no. Kettil's bed.
She turned around suddenly to look at the spot she'd slept in, which was a Freya shaped outline of rubbed off grime. She whined in embarrassment, and got off the bed as quickly as possible.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Hooter.." She was too easily triggered, and her emotions had her running a rollercoaster of regret. She instantly started to cry at the mess she'd made.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 2:34 pm
The slapping was taken in good spirit and the missed swipe was met with a more of a laugh as he moved away. The hiss made him pause and then he watched her as she started to rush toward the bathroom muttering apologies along the way it wasn't until he looked toward the bed that he realized what she was all up in arms over with guilt.
He quickly moved to intercept her before she got into the bathroom hands reaching to grasp her shoulder to make sure she looked at him even as tears welled out of her eyes, "Hey. Hey. Freya. Listen to me. Okay? Look at my face and listen. It is not a big deal. Bedsheets are washable for a reason. You didn't do anything wrong, if I was so worried about you making a mess I wouldn't have brought you here to rest."
Indeed Kettil would have either put her in her tattered remains of a bed or at another friend's place; instead he brought her to his own bed. "It doesn't matter so long as you are okay, got it?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 2:47 pm
Her sobs still wracked her even as he held her, but they didn't last long. She sniffed one final time, and looked at him guiltily. Then she let out a pathetic chuckle. "Looks at me, Kettil. Do I looks okays teh yeh?"
She was dirty, scratched, torn up, and crying. She knew she looked like a nightmare come to life. So even as she asked it, one side of her lips tilted upwards. She was the most pathetic thing in the world.
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