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 Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 4:17 am
"Sounds like a plan," he said softly. He let her do as she wished with his hair, he sat calmly still his eyes closing and enjoying the feel of her fingertips against his scalp and just everything in general. It felt nice after so long locking his hair up as he did. It was like...Freedom in a sense. It was almost unsettling and hard to truly describe.
Her praise served to make him blush and duck his head a bit, "Naw..."
Sometimes humility hit him at odd moments.
His fingertips wiggled a bit at his lap, "..Can I braid your hair one day?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 4:21 am
She'd gotten his hair as good as she could expect, with her fingers, and picked up the comb to begin very carefully detangling the hair. When the question came, she didn't pause to think about an answer. "Yeh can braids my hair anytime yeh wants, Hooter. Yeh can does anything yeh wants teh me, yeh knows that. Yeh don't has teh ask about things like that." She leaned in and kissed his scalp again. Just because she could.
"Why did yeh suddenly thinks about that? Is it because I keep playings with yehr hair today, and yeh wants some sweet revenge?" She tugged at a tangle with the comb, though it was mostly just to tease him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 4:28 am
An eye shut as she tugged at a tangle but he took the feeling as it came, "Mmm, not really. I just think it'd be nice. I miss it, kind of. I used to braid my youngest Sister's hair sometimes, because sometimes mom was too busy and my other brothers usually refused..."
He shifted a shoulder, "Besides, just because I can do anything I want to you ... Doesn't mean I shouldn't ask first. It'd be like..." Kettil seemed thoughtful for a long moment. "I dunno...I can't think of a proper comparison," he laughed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 4:12 pm
Freya grunted. "Fiiine, yehr right. But the answer is still yes. In fact, I'll let yeh braids it once I'm done here, if yeh really want." Her hands ran through his hair, then brushed the comb down it. She repeated that process over and over, through every strand, but now that braids had been mentioned, she was itching to make some. Once the comb ran through the hair without a single hitch, she put it down and started plucking small sections of Kettil's hair out. She made small, tight little braids in random areas.
"Yehr hair comes down teh here, by the way." She held an unbraided strand, pulled it taut, and pressed it against the side of his body. "In case yehr wonderings."
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 4:21 pm
"I'd like that," he said in response with a small smile. Naturally he would jump on the chance to brush and play with Freya's hair. Just for a little bit. She had so much of it, he wondered what it would be like braiding it all.
Kettil's mind was brought back to reality once more as she spoke to him and indicated how long his hair now was. He let out a small quiet humming sound in thought.
"Think I should cut it or leave it?" He asked curiously.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 4:48 pm
Freya's answer was quick. "Leave it." She wrapped all of his hair up in her arms, and cuddled it against her body. "Hair is a sign of fertility and strength. Teh more yeh has, teh betters."
She let the locks go, and got back to braiding tiny braids into it. She found it funny that she was doing this, after all the hard work they went through to to get it out of the dreads. "Plus teh more yeh has, teh more I can plays with." She scratched his scalp playfully with her fingertips, and then ran her fingers down the entire length.
"There. Yehr hair is combed, now. She handed him the comb. "My turns?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 5:58 pm
He gave a small laugh, "...You want me to be fertile?" Kettil teased softly, though he did like that it was a sign of strength. "I'll leave it," he assured for now.
Kettil let her do as she pleased. Braiding was, of course, different than dreading even if ever so slightly. "I do like when you play with my hair," he observed with a small goofy grin on his face as he enjoyed the feel of her fingertips against his scalp.
Once she seemed done and handed over the brush he shifted a bit carefully moving behind her so he could start brushing and fussing at her hair. "Feels nice." He cooed quietly. Clearly there was no boil happier than Kettil just then.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 6:06 pm
She hadn't thought about what she was saying when she told Kettil the importance of hair in her culture. As he pointed out the implications, Freya's face turned a bright, solid red. She was glad he was moving behind her, because she wasn't likely to get rid of the blush for quite some time. "Well, I means, is a good things. In case yeh needs it. Someday." She was trying to play it casual, but every time she spoke she felt like she was just making it worse. "In case yeh ever wants teh makes scarelings with someone I mean! Not that yeh will, or won't, but just in case. I mean just in case!"
Freya buried her head in her hands and let him brush her hair in silence.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 6:12 pm
Her words made him pause while brushing her hair. With someone. As if she was excluding herself from the future entirely. Yet, part of him understood.
Kettil simply leaned and kissed the back of her neck, "Well, I hope when I am ready for scarelings it is with you," he said simply and meaningfully. "Right now I am just happy with only us."
While he wanted many scarelings one day, he didn't want them right now. One day perhaps.
He simply resumed brushing her hair for a few moments, adoringly bringing the comb down over the length of her golden tresses.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 6:37 pm
All the nerves and tension and awkwardness that had boiled up inside of her the moment the topic had begun, melted away with that kiss. There were very few ways to broach the topic, during a new relationship, that wouldn't make things awkward. Kettil's perfect wording was one of those very few ways, and they were exactly the right words she needed to hear. As always, he was perfect.
She settled down against him, and sighed blissfully, finally able to enjoy the feel of his fingers and the comb running through her hair. "Me too." She murmured hazily, closing her eyes.
"Hooter," She coo'd out a few moments later. "Yeh can combs my hair every day for teh rest of my life if yeh wanted." She was in heaven.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 6:54 pm
Kettil smiled a bit as she began to relax and enjoy the treatment. He reached up and gently rubbed her scalp with his fingertips as she had done with him before he brought the brush through it again. The process was repeated a few times, he was brushing the hair until it shone for him.
He seemed satisfied after several passes pausing a bit, "I'd like that a lot, Freya." Kettil smiled as he began to portion out her hair for braiding. Freya had a lot of hair, this much was certain. It was quite a challenge to get the hair separated properly so he could begin the braid, but once he managed it he was set for the most part.
Kettil took in a quiet breath and began to sing softly, "I watched you sleepin' quietly in my bed. You don't know this now but there's some things that need to be said. And it's all that I can hear, it's more than I can bear," his voice was soft and quiet as he focused on it rather than the repetition of braiding. He liked this song when he heard it the other day, "What if I fall and hurt myself? Would you know how to fix me? What if I went and lost myself? Would you know where to find me?" His tone held a quiet emotion behind it. "If I forgot who I am, would you please remind me? Oooh..Cause without you things go hazy..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 7:04 pm
Her eyes were closed until his gentle singing voice started to creep its way directly into her heart, flushing her body with the sound. Her eyelids fluttered and then opened, and her body swayed, of its own accord, just slightly back and forth.
She knew this song, she realized, as he continued. She heard it in her head now, the soft, dulcet tones filling her with an aching she didn't quite understand. Her heart squeezed painfully. It was the lyrics.. she thought back on them, and then, suddenly, her voice intertwined with his, curling around his warm voice with her own cool, breathless sound. "What if I fall, and hurt myself? Would you know how to fix me? What if I went, and lost myself? Would you know where to find me? If I forgot, who I am, would you please, remind me oh.. 'cause without you things go..."
By the end, when he stopped, her body curled up tight and her arms wrapped around her knees, in a position of sudden inhibition.
"'Cause without you things go hazy." She repeated the last line alone, her song chilled and broken.
"Hooter, I wants teh tells yeh something." She whispered.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 7:11 pm
He enjoyed when she sang with him, it was wonderful. By the end of the song he was about midway through braiding her hair. Her movements and her words made him pause only a moment before he resumed, "You can tell me anything Princess," he said simply to her in response. "What is on your mind?" Kettil asked a few moments after as his fingertips trailed over a bit of her hair. There was something about her tone that raised a few unwarranted alarm bells within him, as if he felt she was going to say something bad.
Irrational fear was the worst kind of fear in a fledgling relationship, especially when the other person wanted to admit to something. Imaginations ran wild and free, unhindered by the collateral damage it preemptively caused within a heart.
Kettil only swallowed it down and continued to braid, he didn't want to assume the worse from this.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 7:21 pm
Her hand rubbed across her belly repeatedly, and her eyes darkened as memories haunted her mind. "Is about why I didn't eats anymore. I thinks, I mean, I still don't knows why it happened, but I knows why I wants it." Without realizing what she was saying, she was speaking in the present tense. The urge hit her even now, but it was muffled, and easily ignored. There was nowhere else she wanted to be than where she was, feeling Kettil's hands in her hair, and his song still ringing in her ears.
"There is this place. No.. not place. Is like.." She was struggling to explain. "A state of existence. If I don't eats, and I exercise, really really hard, until I feels like I'm goings teh pass out, then I can lays there and everything just goes away. I can't thinks, I can't feels, there's no more pain, no more fear, nothing."
Her hand clutched at her stomach, nails digging into the skin.
"Everythings is okays, there. Nobody can hurt me there. Nobody can makes me cry."
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 7:32 pm
He listened to her quietly as she spoke his fingertips not faltering for a moment. Kettil just continued to braid and let the words sink into him and he let the words tell him of her condition. He sucked in a quiet breath and let it out in a sigh. He'd gotten to the end of her braid and he quietly moved to tie it off so it'd stay in place.
Kettil had said nothing even after she fell quiet. Ever since they had started dating he'd grown quieter and thoughtful. It showed that he was taking careful consideration with each moment they had like this. Quietly his arms slid around her from behind though his torso was careful to arch away from the rather sensitive portions of her back. His legs moved to wrap around her as his chin rested against her shoulder.
"...I should have paid a lot more attention to you, Freya," his tone held no guilt, mostly because he could do nothing about it now. "I worried when it first started, agonized over it. I just let it go thinking you'd run to me when you needed me. I ended up waiting so long that Hel had to give me advice on what to do. I was lost and worried about losing you."
He tilted his head down and kissed her shoulder, "If you are doing it to run away, please stop. I can't hold your hand if you aren't next to me so I can help face your fears. If people make you cry? Tell me. If you hurt let me hold you. Just don't go away from me. It hurts my heart too much when you do that. I can't promise I'll make the hurting stop but I can promise to help it heal."
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