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 Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 4:33 pm
Hel was rather content to keep on dancing now as well; a similar smile on her lips as well as Mot took her hand once more and led them into another series of dances.
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Sif sat, poised and as regal as ever from the head table as she took a sip from her goblet. A fellow valkyrie who was chatting at her was not so subtly ignored in favor of watching her husband instead approach Freya and her beau, and a cruel smile pulled at her lips at the signs of obvious discomfort Thor’s presence was bringing them. The oldest Brynhildr sister took another sip, and then the goblet was lowered, her view was now replaced with a draugr.
Oh my.
What an interesting turn of events.
The bride was surprised by this, but all that showed was an arch of a finely sculpted brow as she studied the hand offered to her. Sif stood then, as elegant and poised as always, and slowly came around the table until she stood near Herryk, but her body and face were pointed at the dance floor. She raised a silk covered hand, but she did not place it in Herryk’s, no, she kept it raised, at her shoulder level. He would have to come to her if he wanted it.
“Yes, you may. I’ll do you the honor.”
She was never one to pass up more chances to inflict conflict upon her sister, after all.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 5:04 pm
Herryk very graciously (who even knew where he was learning this crap) placed his hand palm down beneath Sif's hand so that hers rested atop his. In this way, Herryk led Sif to the dance floor. He did not mind her words or the way that she forced him to make the move to reach for her hand. These sorts of things did not trouble Herryk.
What troubled Herryk was the way that Thor looked at Freya, even after he'd married her sister.
Lifting his palm skyward so that he now clasped Sif's hand with one of his own, he used his hand to place her other fingers against his shoulder. His free hand went to rest against her waist. Herryk leaned forward and posed a simple question to Sif as he moved her across the dance floor with a sort of grace that belied his broad form.
"Why does Sif allow Thor to dance with Freya? She is family, Herryk understands this, but," he paused as he maneuvered them around the floor, "does Sif not see the way that Thor looks at Freya?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 5:22 pm
Thor's sway was elegant, and almost regal. He took her around the dance floor, barely letting her feet hit the floor. She struggled to try and gain some distance between them, but she was a doll in his arms, and he looked like he was enjoying it.
"Are you having fun, Freya?" He murmured down, eyeing her with a feral and hungry glare. "Enjoying my wedding? The food is good, isn't it?"
Freya did not look like she was in the mood for chit-chat, as she was swung around like a rag.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 5:36 pm
Sif allowed herself to be guided into the dance, and just simply looked up at Herryk with a raised brow, waiting. Obviously there was a purpose to this; she knew that he wasn’t coming over here just for the sake of making an honest effort after all. Which she was more than fine with. Sif was all about the business, anyways.
“Why my dear Herryk.” Sif cooed, her tone anything but welcoming and affectionate. “Do you think me to be blind?” Of course not. It was a rhetorical question meant to belittle the boil guiding her around the floor. Her gaze shifted over to the said couple, and the ghoul did not miss the way Thor was eyeing Freya, or the way Freya just wanted to be anywhere else but there. Delightful.
“My darling husband is just gathering his…closure. I am kind enough to grant him that.” No, what she really meant was that she was enjoying the way Freya squirmed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 6:06 pm
"Closure, hmm?" Herryk shook his head and peered at Freya and Thor. If Thor and Sif were a handsome couple, Thor and Freya were even more so in Herryk's eyes. Most of that had to do with Freya being far more beautiful than Sif did. It was Freya's easy smile and flashing blue eyes that made Freya far more beautiful when compared to her older sister. Sif was just too ... icy. Cold.
"Sif," Herryk grunted, forcing his full attention back to the valkyrie bride he was dancing with, "Thor makes his bride look a fool to Herryk." He shrugged. "Thor should be giving all of his attention to Sif. She is his bride, after all. Instead he is dancing with Freya. The same Freya who turned him down when he did not get what he wanted." The draugr tilted his head as he peered down at Sif.
"It would seem that Thor got what he wanted with Sif, though, hmm?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 6:36 pm
Sif’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly as Herryk used the word fool and herself in the same phrase.
The oldest Brynhildr sister’s brow quirked, and her lips momentarily pulled into a light sneer before stretching out into a smirk. “Goodness…you don’t know your place, do you?” Sif tsked. “I honestly do not see why Freya did not give him what he wanted…you see…she’s already done so many other…special favors for many other boils…stopping from going all the way with one? Cowardly.” Sif tilted her head.
“ Dearest Herryk…you are one in a line of many of Freya’s conquests.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 6:48 pm
Herryk's features tightened perceptively, a muscle in his cheek twitching. He couldn't tell if Sif was saying what she said just because she knew it would upset him, or if the words she spoke held any truth at all. Herryk wanted to believe they were lies -- and even if they weren't, he didn't want to let it bother him. All of those things had happened before Herryk had met Freya. It shouldn't be an issue to Herryk.
He was having a hard time convincing himself of that little fact. Gritting his teeth, Herryk gave Sif a grimace of a smile. He would have to deal with those emotions another time. He had a more ...pressing question.
"Sif," he gave her hand a squeeze, his voice laced with saccharine poison, "tell Herryk, how does it feel to be second choice?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 6:57 pm
Hel had been rather caught up in just doing dance after dance with Mot. She was having fun. That smile that had stretched from ear to ear hadn’t gone away either! As they twirled though, she did happen to catch a sight that made her stomach clench. Thor and her sister. Freya did not look happy.
Hel’s eyes widened, and she seemed to be doing some quick thinking before she grabbed Mot’s wrist, breaking them out of their dance as she then dove underneath a covered table with him. The reaper then rested a hand on Mot’s shoulder, hurriedly explaining to the reaper. “Mot, I am in need of your sharp shooting skills.” A terrible grin spread across Hel’s lips now. “Thor? Get ‘em, cowboil.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 7:04 pm
Lalaa~ Dancy dancin----AAH WHUT!
Mot almost yelped as he was pulled under the table by Hel. About to be very vocal with her for scaring him until she seemed to have an idea. Sharp shooting? She needed him to shoot Thor? For what?
Get ‘em, cowboil
That phrase had his heart skip, lips parting as he stared at the Valkyrie in bewilderment. Soon, his lips pulled into a smug look. "You got it, little lady."
The Grim Reaper laid himself down on his stomach, summoning his weapon. He leaned flat down, pointing his gun at Thor's ankle. Being a year one student, he knew it wouldn't do much more than be an annoyance to the much bigger reaper. That wasn't the point. The point was... well, Hel told him to do it.
He squinted one eye, waiting for an opportune moment and then.
Click.
Bang.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 7:18 pm
Hel was just still grinning with delight once Mot agreed to her request, and despite wearing a dress, the reaper rolled herself onto her stomach next to him as he summoned his weapon. Hel held her breath as Mot waited for the opportune moment to peg Thor, and once she heard the satisfying sound of a click and a bang, she squealed in delight. Luckily with how loud it was because of the music and the guests and the chatter, no one could hear the sound of the reaper’s weapon.
“Perfect shot!” Hel cooed to the boil next to her, and had another wicked idea in mind. “While you’re at it friend, we should be fair. Peg my oldest sister as well, eh?” Hel’s grin was a Cheshire’s grin. “Her left wing.” She offered helpfully, which was pefect, considering that Sif’s back was to them.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 7:25 pm
Mot smirked proudly at his victory, glancing to Hel. Her next request had him looking a bit taken back. "Really, Hel? You'll have me shoot a ghoul? A ghoul who is not expecting an attack of all things?" Mot tsked, sighing as he laid his head back down. "Bother bother.."
. . .
"No."
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 7:27 pm
Freya felt the slow of Thor's movements, and looked up, catching his gaze - which was off to the side. She followed it, and blinked at the sight of Sif dancing with.. Herryk?
What.
Just what.
There was an unnaturally painful pang of jealousy in her heart, as her sister, undeniably lovely in her white wedding dress, contrasted beautifully with the dark boil. Her eyes widened, just slightly, and she felt them a second before they happened - tears threatened to fall.
It was just too close to the heart. Sif had already taken Thor, and to see her with Herryk, even for a second, even though Freya knew, she KNEW better.. just the sight made her heart hurt enough to cry.
"Wow." Thor breathed out in awe, staring down at the ghoul in his arms. "I've never actually seen you cry."
Freya pushed on him angrily, her eyes blinking away the threat of tears that refused to fall. "Yeh shuts up. I'm not crying. Now lets me go, this dance is over."
Thor pulled her back into his arms, and scooped her chin into his hand. He held it up forcefully, far too close to his own for her comfort. His growl was persistent, and dangerous.
"No, sweetheart. This dance doesn't end until I'm done with you."
Freya felt like she was going to throw up. In fact, that wouldn't be a bad idea.. she considered it for just a second, but as it turned out, she didn't even need to. Thor pulled away, hissing as he held his foot.
"SOMETHING JUST BIT ME!" He screamed, making several young ladies nearby scream and look for bugs or rodents on the floor.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 7:32 pm
The reaper was deliriously pleased, but her mood was quickly killed as it was snapped back to her attention that Mot did not attack ghouls.
She forgot.
She jack damn forgot!
“Mooooot!” Hel whined. “I’ll have you know, that she would not hesitate to run you through on her halberd if you were in her position!” The reaper pouted at him. “If it helps, do not think of her as a ghoul! Think of her as a terrible being that needs to be vanquished! Look how uncomfortable Herryk is!” Hel clasped her hands together as she pleaded with the cowboil. “Please Mot, please? For me?”
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 7:37 pm
Oh yeah, something bit you alright. My bullet, sucker!
He kept his head down, staring up at Hel as she pleaded with him. His terra cotta gaze lingered for a log while.
. . .
Mot heaved a heavy sigh. "I'll look at it as training.. for you." Mot put his chin back up again, squinting an eye as he aimed his revolver at Sif's left wing. Wait... wait...
Bingo.
Click.
Bang.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 7:48 pm
Oh Herryk. Oh Herryk.
Who knew what was about to come out of Sif’s mouth next, and it was a probably a good thing that things went down when they did. The oldest Brynhildr’s attention snapped over to Thor as he screamed, and before she could gather her wits about her to retort back to Herryk, she felt a quick, sharp pain peg her in her left wing. The bride’s knees actually buckled from the impact, and a hiss left her lips.
It was a rather ungraceful moment, as she was now half hanging off of Herryk.
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Hel? She was back to deliriously happy again and nearly choking on her laughter at seeing her sister nearly go down.
It was one of those ‘in the moment’ things, that one of Hel’s hands reached out to cup Mot’s cheek to keep his head there, and the ghoul leaned over to press a kiss to his temple. She then moved her hands to wrap them around his arm, and laughed with full blown delight, her shoulders shaking. “You are my hero, Mot!”
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