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 Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 8:53 pm
This would not do! Not at all.
"You're injured, Hel. And you've done so much for me. Allow me." Mot nodded and spoke firmly, standing up and heading to the sink, filling it with hot soapy water.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 8:58 pm
“I’m not injured!” Hel oh so nicely protested, looking dismayed as Mot just went ahead and got up and started to fill the sink with water. “Hey!” She protested again, scrambling off of her stool and come and stand next to him, poking his side with her good hand. “Hey, I said I’ll do it!”
She poked his side again.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:05 pm
Mot winced as she poked him, many parts of the boil sensitive from all of his fights recently. "O-ow.. just let me do it, okay?" he asked, looking down at the ghoul with a worried expression.
"I rarely am able to do anything for you." Small as it was, doing the dishes would help! "Go eat."
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:24 pm
Hel’s hand hovered in the air as Mot ‘ow’ed. She suddenly looking very concerned, and it was compulsion and an act that she didn’t give any thought as she just lifted up his shirt to look. The reaper gasped, blinking in surprise. Ack, all those bruises and welts! “Mot!” Hel suddenly exclaimed, looking up at him, dismayed. “What happened!?” She still had his shirt lifted up with her hand, but that also reminded her.
“How is that wound on your chest!?”
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:33 pm
Hm.. It was suddenly a little chilly around his midsection. Why was that? It certainly could not be Hel lifting his shirt. Except it totally was.
"Ah--" Mot looked down, his mouth pulling into a thin line. "Um.. the pains of training." That's what happened. His hand lightly touched his chest where the wound from Hel's spear lay, humming thoughtfully. "It's.. still there. Not as fresh, I suppose." It wasn't as sensitive as it had been. He could move a little better now.
Still. It seemed like the last month or so was just an endless downpour of wounds.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:38 pm
Hel looked over the welts and bruises, her lips twisting. Well, she was impressed, first, because this meant he did a lot of training! But second…that was a lot of welts and bruises, and she knew they weren’t all from their battle! Who had been beating on her Mot in these past few weeks? The ghoul let his shirt drop, smoothing it out. “…Ah! Let’s look at that right now!” She announced.
“I need to redress it!”
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:53 pm
Right now? Mot had a feeling she was trying to distract him from the dishes. "But... how.. when you yourself are.." He motioned to her arm. Trying to dress his wounds while she was one handed? Mot was clearly more able bodied at the moment.
"I appreciate your help, I truly do. But I'd like for you to rest."
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 10:04 pm
Hel laughed, waggling her fingers at him from her arm splint. “You think this is the first time I’ve broken my arm, Motty?” She grinned. “I manage very well regardless, thank you very much!” Damn…he didn’t fall for her ploy…but she really did want to inspect the wound, and she scowled lightly. “I don’t need to rest!” She stomped her foot a bit.
“I will let you help me do dishes!” Oh look, Hel was 'compromising'.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 10:13 pm
Mot knew Hel well enough to know that she truly was compromising here. The fact she had bent even a little meant something. The ghoul was always quiet stubborn, after all. Mot smiled warmly, chuckling. "Okay. Deal." He'd let her help him with his dressings, and he would help her with the dishes. It was a fair trade.
"Dishes first." He stepped away to gather said dishes. "Oh, we should save this food." Too good to waste!
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 10:17 pm
She blinked, staring up at Mot as he smiled warmly at her, and rubbed her stomach a bit as the moths riled up a bit. Ugh. Since when did she have moths living down there? Little jerks needed to start paying rent or something.
“..Ah, yes!” The reaper turned to one of her cabinets, and pulled out quite a few things of storage containers, and started to put the food that Mot didn’t seem all that interested in into them. “Mot, feel free to take all the dishes you did like back to your room, okay?” She looked over at him, smiling. “I am more than fine eating what you didn’t prefer.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 10:24 pm
"Oh, okay. I will." Mot nodded.
As he worked alongside her, he couldn't help but glance down once in a while she Hel worked away. Often, it didn't seem like anything had changed between them, since they acted like themselves. But it was hard to ignore that they were no longer simply 'just friends'. They were a couple, after all. His stomach tied itself in knots, nervously packing dishes he liked into separate containers. Sometimes it was dizzying just thinking about the concept of a relationship.
Such a strong and beautiful ghoul was his ghoulfriend. How had he managed that, anyway? Out of all the ghouls who simply saw him as their big brother, this one saw him as more than that. He smiled warmly to himself, not being able to help his cheeks turning red.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 10:36 pm
Hel, at this moment, was content to work in silence, scooping different dishes into containers at Mot’s side. She noted that the boil seemed nervous though, and would pause to stare up at him curiously with a tilt of her head. Hmm…he seemed to be acting funny at times…like that one time when he was zombie like at the wedding! What had happened? The reaper’s brows furrowed as she thought about it. Let’s see…they danced, then she caught sight of Freya and Thor…they ducked under a table and Mot sniped him…Hel grinned widely at the memory. He was still acting like himself at the time…especially when she wanted him to snipe her sister…but he did…and then she was really happy and gave him a kiss to the temple!
Er…hey wait…Mot had acted funny after that.
Hel’s brows furrowed again and she paused once more, drumming her fingers on one of the containers. “…Hey Mot?” The valkyrie started, tilting her head back up at him. “…Do you not like kissing?”
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 11:01 pm
Mot nearly spilled the contents of one of the containers as Hel surprised him with a rather personal question.
Managing to catch the tub without issue, he set it down. The reaper looked downright scared now, pale...er..paler.. Widened eyes cast down to Hel's look, then averted to the side. "Uh.." He gulped.
He didn't wish her to misunderstand, so he tried to fetch his words. "T-to be honest, I'm um..." He rubbed his neck, having trouble keeping eye contact for longer than a millisecond. "K-kissing and.. physical things of a similar nature... they t-terrify me.." It was an awkward and embarrassing thing for Mot to admit, and trusted a rare few with the information. Namely Hel and Lizzy.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 11:11 pm
Hel’s eyes widened in surprise as Mot nearly fumbled the container at her question.
Uh oh.
This wasn’t good.
Where was before she had butterflies, now her stomach clenched with worry. It sucked how fast that happened. It was rather apparent that Mot was now terrified, and it tugged at her heart, especially after she heard that kissing terrified him. Hel looked…devastated. There was no trying to pass that look off. She was saddened. First, because she had kissed his temple and didn’t even know the effect it had on him…and then second…did…this mean he never wanted to kiss her? Ouch. Hel liked kisses to the cheeks and forehead! “…H…how come?” She voiced after a moment. It’d be good to know why….she wanted to know why…how such…gesture could be terrifying to someone.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 11:22 pm
Hel's devastation was clear as day, and it broke Mot's heart. He really didn't want to disappoint her. He didn't want her to be sad. "Why.." Mot turned red, feeling the spotlight burn on his personal issues.
"I-I just.. I don't know how to deal with it.." Mot admitted, holding his hands on the back of his neck to stop them from shaking. "It isn't that I hate it, or that I never want to do it, It's just that I.. I freeze up, my stomach starts to hurt, I feel dizzy and sick.. I don't know why it terrifies me but it does.."
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