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 Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 7:33 am
Herryk gave Mot a chagrined look. He wasn't entirely sure what had compelled him to fairly bellow what he'd bellowed, but it had felt good. It had caused a tiff between the sisters, but... Herryk had been ready to explode with joy. It had felt good, too good, to say what he had.
If Herryk had been a smarter boil when it came to the topic of love and relationships, he might have realized that Hel had wanted to be alone with Mot. He might have realized that Freya was trying to keep Hel and Mot from being alone with one another. He might have realized that he just helped Hel out in the best of ways possible. It was a sad thing that Herryk was unwise in the ways of love. 8C
"Herryk will be fine down in the den by himself," he grunted, wrapping his arms tightly around the balled-up valkyrie in his lap. "Freya needs to stop chewing on her pretty hair," he added. One hand reached out to start pulling hair from Freya's mouth. "Why is Hel so upset? What did Freya lie about?" Clearly he didn't know what a hypocrite was.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:41 am
"Herryk wills not be fines down in the dens by himself. Trusts me." As soon as he pulled her hair out of her mouth, she looked up at him mournfully, plucked another piece up, and planted it on her lips. She knew the question was coming, and it would be a painful, but easy way to get her mind off of what was going down with Hel, despite not really getting off the topic at all.
"Freya, er," She chuckled as she caught herself talking like him again, "I spent most of my life explaining to Hel my, uh, my stance on love." Her lips pursed. "Which is that it doesn't - didn't exist." Her amendment came with a quick look of guilt, immediately looking away. "I don't wants her to get hurts like I did."
Finally she looked back up at Herryk desperately, uncurling to put her hand on his chest. "Yeh has to understands, Herryk. Yehr the exception to a rule I still truly believes in. All boils wants is.. well.. yeh know. I can't watch my sister die inside when she realizes all her hopes are lies. I can't sees that light inside her die." The phrase like mine did was silently implied at the end of her sentence.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 12:02 pm
"Herryk is big enough and old enough to look after himself," Herryk mumbled, though that was the only argument he gave. Far be it from him to complain if Freya wanted to sleep in his arms. It was something he could get used to, and he loved watching her sleep. A dangerous habit to get into, but Herryk couldn't bring himself to care.
"Is Freya happy with Herryk?" This was whispered softly into her ear as he brought her hand up to brush his lips against her finger. "If she is, then why should Hel not be happy with Mot?" Herryk didn't even know if there was anything going on between the two reapers, but it wasn't his business, really. And though Freya loved her sister, Herryk wasn't convinced that it was any of Freya's either -- though he would never, ever say as much.
"And if the light in Hel dies," he continued whispering, biting back the words like Freya's had, "it is because Hel took a chance on something she thought would be worth it, hmm?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 12:30 pm
Freya was going to argue about being big and strong enough to protect himself from her sisters. She was. She even gave him that face that meant she was about to say something, but nothing came out. And she realized, as she closed her mouth, that she believed him. If any of her sisters came down here looking for a good time, she truly believed they would be rebuffed. And it made her glow with pride.
.. Until she remembered Fulla, and dug herself even deeper back into the crook of Herryk's body. He could be as big and strong as he'd like, but when a ghoul who looked exactly like Freya came down to court, accidents could happen. She wasn't going anywhere.
It was frightfully difficult to focus on Herryk's words when he breathed them against her ear, and his fingers danced on her lips. How was she supposed to comprehend anything when he made her head swim like that? She only sobered up when her mind registered the phrase if the light in Hel dies. Her heart seized in pain, and she squeezed her eyes shut to keep herself from tearing up at that one, single thought.
"I can't," She whispered out, her voice breaking as the emotion welled up inside. "Can't lets her go through that.."
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 12:41 pm
Herryk sighed. He couldn't bring himself to tell Freya that it wasn't her choice. It was sisterly love that made Freya want to protect Hel. Hel was the little crumpet, after all.
"What happens if Freya is preventing Hel from experiencing ... this." He lifted her jaw with a finger, brushing his lips against hers. He did not deepen the kiss -- that was not the point that he wanted to prove. Herryk did not want her to focus on the physical sparks that always flew when their lips met. He wanted Freya to see that what they shared was special and ran deeper than just the physical connection they had.
"Does Hel not deserve to feel the love of a boil? To be cherished like Herryk cherishes Freya?" He traced his finger up her jaw, "Does Hel not deserve to experience what Freya has with Herryk?" It was true, Herryk did not know Mot well, but the reaper boil did not seem like the type to go around acting like Thor.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 1:01 pm
As much as Herryk was trying his best to make her focus on the point of his kiss, he failed. Her heart fluttered like a hummingbird, and she let out a little sigh of content.
"Hel deserves all the happiness in the world." Freya whispered, finally opening her eyes to shine up at him brightly. "But Freya is the one who found it."
It wasn't a disagreement, but neither was she giving in. Mot would have some big, wonderful shoes to fill if he was to convince Freya that he was as good, as perfect and worthy, as Herryk was.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 1:30 pm
"Hel will find it," Herryk murmured against Freya's temple. He tightened his arms around Freya, hunkering down in the chair. "Just as Freya has."
"Freya should sleep now," he whispered softly. "Tomorrow is a big day for the sisters, hmm?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 1:33 pm
Freya groaned loudly, wiggling like an unhappy puppy in Herryk's arms. "Why did yeh has to go and reminds meee.." She whined, fighting to get back up and out of his lap. It almost seemed like she was going upstairs after all, to leave him lonesome in the chair, but she reached around and started to unbraid her hair in front of him.
A beat passed before she even considered explaining why she'd gotten up. "What? I has to go put on my pajamas. I'll come backs in a minute, okay?"
Without really waiting for an answer, she bounced off up the stairs.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 1:55 pm
While Freya was off doing whatever it was that she was doing, Herryk rubbed his face with his palms before rising to his feet. Off came his boots and after a moment of rifling through his knapsack, Herryk withdrew his pajama shorts. It was a purchase that he made specifically for this visit. They were plain black cloth, nothing special. A few twists and flicks of the wrist had his loincloth sagging and he swiftly drew the shorts on before unbuckling his belt and tossing it (and his loincloth) aside.
That done, Herryk flopped back down in the chair.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 2:20 pm
"Well, thats was funs to watch."
Freya was standing smugly on the bottom of the staircase, her head tilted to the side so that her braid fell against her shoulder. She took that last step with a hop, and moved to curl up back in his lap.
"Hmmm," Lidded eyes peered into his face, before she bent in to it. "Yeh smells so nice." The words were whispered quietly against his lips, before they met.
She curled up happily against him, warm and snug in her bear covered pajamas.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 2:38 pm
Herryk nearly jumped to his feet, eyes wide as he watched the ghoul bounce down the final stair. Relaxing back in the seat, Herryk allowed her to kiss him. Large hands went to her hips, fingers digging in to the giving flesh there.
"Mmm," Herryk mumbled softly, breaking the kiss before moving his lips to the soft skin under the valkyrie's ear. "But Fulla should stop being so forward with Herryk." He stood abruptly, not really giving any thought to whether or not she landed on her a**.
Herryk quickly put the chair between himself and Fulla. "Stay away from Herryk, now. Herryk loves only Freya and will not ever love another, so Fulla should go back upstairs before Freya comes downstairs. Right now, Fulla." He waved his hand in the direction of the stairs. "Herryk is being very serious." His eyes narrowed in something that might've been outright anger.
"Herryk does not like being played for a fool, sister Fulla, and Herryk knows that he did not pack that set of pajamas in with Freya's other clothes."
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 2:54 pm
Fulla did indeed land on her a**, and she let out a huff when she realized that he realized, and rebuffed her. She got up on her feet, put her hands on her hips, and regarded him with a narrowed glare.
"Yeh can'ts be serious." She whispered. "Yeh throwing me down, just because of the pajamas? When yeh could have gots away with a little bit of fun before yeh had to says anything?" She hopped on the chair, and reached out to touch his chest. "I mean, who's to says yeh can't just act like yeh dun know? Who's to say she didn't pack more than one pair of pajamas?"
"I'm to says." The growl came from the stairs, as a shadowed Freya glared at her twin sister with the hatred of a thousand suns.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 3:46 pm
Herryk groaned loudly. This was going to get messy unless he did his best to diffuse the situation.
"Fulla, upstairs. Freya, sit down." He was growing a little agitated with the situation. The large boil grew a few inches taller, a few inches broader. He knew Freya wouldn't fall for it, this show of intimidation, but he could hope that Fulla would.
With his luck he'd have a catfight on his hands.
"Please," he tacked on to the end of his order.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 4:16 pm
Poor, poor Herryk.
His efforts to stop the sisters from a noble and time-tested tradition between sisters would end up only fueling their rage. When Herryk grew, Freya barely noticed - but Fulla, staring in awe at the boil beside him, her lower lip trembling. She reached out, grabbed his arm, and looked imploringly at her sister.
"Please, can't I just has him for one night." She muttered, which was juuust enough to make Freya break. The valkyrie screeched as she flung at her twin, bringing Fulla down in a mess of feathers and hair.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 4:24 pm
Mot smiled warmly, the nodded his head. "Sure." Mot certainly hoped he could get some sleep. If it was as bad as Hel said it would be, he'd need the energy.
Mot took his hand away from Hel's back, and slipped under the blanket of his bed roll.
He then prayed silently to the gods of insomnia to catch him a break.
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