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 Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 6:28 pm
"Just a few days." Freya muttered with a full mouth. She reached out and brushed crumbs from his lips, grinning after she swallowed. "Wills yeh miss me?" A crumb was flicked at him, followed by a weak laugh.
"The stitches are lookings better!" The sudden topic change was abrupt and sharp. "Do yeh wants to see?" She lifted up her shirt, where the entirety of her stomach was still covered in white bandages.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 6:43 pm
"Of course Herryk will miss Freya," he chuckled. Yeah, she was going to kill him. She was going to rip him to pieces and feel betrayed and it was going to be terrible. The smile faltered a little, just a little. It would all work out for the better in the end. Wouldn't it?
"Herryk is gla--" Herryk faltered when Freya lifted up her shirt. It didn't matter that her belly was covered with bandages. His mouth went dry and he cleared his throat.
"No, no no," Herryk cleared his throat again and clambered to his feet. "Herryk should get these ah... get these bags out of the closet."
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 6:46 pm
Freya looked a little hurt that he'd said no, but her shirt came back down regardless. "Okays.." She mumbled, curling back down into the bed. "Make sure yeh use the two small ones, I cannit carry the big one. Is too heavy for me! And is only a few days, so I can lives without my whole wardrobe. After all, my sister is gonna makes me wears a stupid big dress during the wedding too, haha!"
She reached out for the smushed cupcake, opened that package, and began licking the mashed pastry off the wrapper messily.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 6:59 pm
Augh, that hurt look. With a grunt, Herryk turned towards the closet. He did as Freya asked, hefting out the two small bags that she'd indicated. He let them hit the floor with a thud.
"Freya," he said softly, slowly shuffling around to face her. He could do it. He would make himself do it. It was going to kill him to see that gash across her skin, but as a good boilfriend (which Herryk was aspiring to be), well...
"Herryk has changed his mind. Herryk does want to see the stitches."
The things he did...
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 7:08 pm
Freya had dangerously started to hum while she licked the last of the cupcake off the wrapper, getting more of it on her face than in her mouth. The hum stopped when Herryk said her name, and she looked up slowly, licking her lips.
"What?" Her head turned several degrees to the right. "Why yeh suddenly change yehr minds, baby boil?" She balled up the wrapper and threw it to the floor. "Yeh don't has to see it, if yeh don't wants to. Really."
Her hand slid down to run across the white of her bandages, holding them in much as she had held them when she first got them.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 7:23 pm
"It is what a good boilfriend would do, yes? Show concern for his lady." He slashed a hand through the air, one corner of his lips turning up at the sight of Freya with frosting all over her face. He fought the sudden urge to lick it off -- the moment the thought erupted in his brain, he immediately reminded himself of Thor.
No, Herryk was not going to be like that one.
"It is good they are healing, hmm? Will it be too much trouble to take the bandages off?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 7:43 pm
"Concern, yes, but.." She was distracted from the worry by the question. "Oh, no, is easy! I takes it on and off all the times, because I likes to see how it's doing. And because everytime I moves I has to check if I broke stitches. I only broke five so far, but I cannit keep from moving all the times! I HAS TO PEEPEE SOMETIMES YEH KNOW."
Why did she just yell that.
After turning a shade of scarlet that bordered on bursting into flames, she shoved another cookie in her mouth to shut up, and started sticking her nails in the edge of her worn bandages. They did seem to easily come out, but underneath was a nasty pink scar. Still, pink was better than red, it was clear the skin had grown over the broken wound.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 7:56 pm
Herryk stared at that scar for a long, long time. His own flesh twinged at the same site her healing scar was, and Herryk reached forth to run his fingers over that pink scar. He glanced up at her, still resting his fingers on her stomach.
"Does it still hurt?" He had to assume that it did. She wouldn't be bedridden if it didn't. "And why is Freya breaking stitches?"
He had to admit, he was pretty proud of himself. More than anything he wanted to lean down and press his cool lips against that scar, but he refrained. The thought of losing control again, of acting like this fool Thor... well, that scared Herryk more than anything else.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:03 pm
A genuine smile lifted her lips when he reached out to touch it, even if her brow twinged slightly in pain. "It hurts, but is a good hurt. It means is healing, yeh know? Look, is a good color! And stitches won't breaks no mores now."
Her lips pursed at the tone of the question. "Freya didn't breaks her stitches on purpose, yeh know. I sneeze, they breaks. I gets up to pee, they breaks. I laughs, they breaks! But is okay, is okay." She patted his hand, and started to reattach her bandages. "I can start walkings tomorrow, maybe. My legs they hurts from lying downs so much. I wants to runnnn."
The idea bulb above her head was almost visible. "Herryk? Will yeh do me a favor please?" She pulled the covers off. "Can yeh stretch out my legs? They needs exercise."
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:12 pm
Nodding at Freya's words, Herryk crossed his arms over his chest as he took in the sight of her in her pajamas. Thank goodness she had bottoms on -- he would have had to just walk out if she'd been wearing a long sleeping gown. It would have ended him, all that soft skin and ...
For the love of all of the foxfires in Halloween, Herryk.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts with an exasperated sigh, Herryk unclasped his cape and set it at the foot of the bed. Slipping a hand under her foot, Herryk straightened her legs out for her, one at a time, stretching them in the process. He wasn't exactly sure how it felt nor did he want to fling her limbs about, hurting her in the process.
It took him a while to realize there were owls all over her pajamas.
Owls.
>:T
"Freya likes owls, hmm?" Was that a little jealousy in his voice? He'd seen who she talked to on groanspring.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:24 pm
The feel of her legs being straightened and moved was unpleasant. She made a face, but to retaliate for the feeling she simply shoved another cookie in her mouth. Her legs hurt - they needed exercise. Lying around for two days was really boring and annoying and painful and augh-
She bit her tongue when her leg spasmed at one particular straightening tug. She barely heard the owl comment, but tried to focus on responding to the question to get her mind off how uncomfortable she felt.
"Ja, I loves owls. My wings, they are more like owls than my sisters, a bit. Mottled, and a little darker, yeh know? Plus my friend has this owl, and I loves her forever and ever. One day I wants one."
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:32 pm
Herryk grunted. He did not want to talk about this owl. He did not want to talk about the friend who owned the owl, either. There was one topic that Herryk wanted to talk about, and he knew it wouldn't end well. It couldn't end well. He didn't have to tell Freya that he had talked to Hel about this forbidden topic. No, no. He shouldn't bring it up. He would just stand here, patiently bending and stretching his ladybird's legs until she --
"Who is Thor?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:39 pm
Freya's leg almost spasmed back when he mentioned the name, and she scrambled up slightly, immediately wincing when her scar and stitches pulled in protest of the quick movement. Her hand wrapped around her stomach, and she sat back immediately afterward.
"Who- owww, uff. Who tolds yeh about Thor?"
Freya had no recollection of her own crazed moments in the mirror room.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:44 pm
He might as well finish what he'd started.
"In the mirror room. Freya called Herryk Thor."
He slipped his hand up her calf, massaging the muscle there. Concerned, he turned his gaze up to Freya's. "Is Herryk hurting Freya?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 8:47 pm
Was he hurting her? No, no it was she who was destined to do the hurting around here.
She cringed when he explained why he knew the name, and pulled her head under the covers. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," She chanted, pulling herself back into a fetal position and balling up as tightly as she could without ripping her stomach open. She was rocking, just slightly, and the words 'I'm sorry' kept repeating from her lips.
It was the worst thing she could have ever done. She wanted to die a million times just to not think that she'd called Herryk Thor. Ever.
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