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 Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 10:02 pm
"Stop that!" The startling cry came out of her before she could control herself, and it felt like it was bursting out of her when she said it, before he came to her. He was saying all the wrong things. How could he even think, for one second, that anything was even remotely his fault? Couldn't he have just understood, for one second, that she'd been broken before he'd even found her?
Even as he stormed forward, and pressed forward, leaning closer, her breathing stopped and her heart skipped a beat. It frightened her how much she loved this man, who was glaring down at her with unrestrained anger. The gesture his hand made when referring to her body made her shudder, and she felt sick to her stomach with it. Talking about her body like that made her eyes narrow in stupid, stupid anger. But the questions that flew at her slapped the anger right out of her, and the frustrating confusion that had bubbled up from her a moment ago returned.
"STOP!" She cried out again, slamming her hands into the armrests viciously. "Why do yeh keeps blaming yehrself?! Yehr MORE than enough for me, and I DO trust yeh. That has NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!"
She wanted to run. Ohhh, how she wanted to push him out of the way and run, until she was out of the building. Then she wanted to fly. Fly, and never come back. That was her answer for everything. She sat where she was, her hands gripping the armrests as if it was all that kept her from launching away.
"I only wants teh be with yeh, Herryk." Her voice broke at the admission. "I only wants teh loves yeh. Teh be loved by yeh. But when I first found yeh, and when I first found Kettil, at the same times, I wasn't the ghoul I am right now. And yeh can't change all'a that." Her hands waved in the air wildly. "All we wanted teh do was put it behind us once and for all, so we can both be with the person we really loves. And that's what we did."
It wasn't enough. It was never going to be enough. Hadn't she promised herself that she wasn't going to hurt Herryk like this? Hadn't she promised herself, before she'd even met Herryk, that she would never let another man hurt her like this? Why couldn't she keep a damn promise to save her life? His face was broken, as he stared down at her. She'd done that. She'd done that, to her Herryk.
The fight left her in a heartbeat, and she sagged down into her chair, her eyes darkening until the light left them completely.
"Just asks me teh leave, and I'll leave." She muttered through lips that refused to move more than necessary. Her eyes stared unfocused at a point to the side, and waited to be sent away.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 7:47 am
His reaction at her outburst was instantaneous, eyes widening the slightest when she slammed her hands into the armrests with a vicious movement. That movement brought a surge of passion to the forefront of his mind. She was beautiful, breathtaking. Was he sick? They were having a serious discussion and all he could think about was the way her eyes lit up like fire when she spoke so vehemently. And yet he couldn't stop thinking about how those perfect lips had pressed against lips that were not his own.
It hurt. It hurt moreso that she'd kissed Kettil willingly, and there was some sort of stupid, stubborn part of him that didn't want to listen to her rationalizations. She kissed Kettil so that they could move on and be with the ones they really loved... Herryk was crippled by the doubt that surged in his mind. What if, what if, what if? But when she spoke of only wanting to be with him, only loving him, only being loved by him... the thought of living his unlife without her in it? The prospect of not belonging to this ghoul, of never loving this body that he cherished so much, the thought of never holding her in his arms again?
That hurt a lot more. He had the power to send her away, here and now, and she would go. She would go and she would never come back. That terrified Herryk, making him feel physically ill. Was he so weak where Freya was concerned? Yes. He was. There was no use denying this, just as there was no use denying the simple fact that he loved her too much to live without her.
The anger, rage and hurt slowly withered away. It took him a few moments to make any kind of movement.
"No," Herryk retorted quietly, moving to kneel in front of the chair that Freya was on. His hands reached for hers, his thumbs brushing against her fingers. He needed her, and if keeping her meant that he would have to let this anger and hurt go... Herryk would let it slip away. He had to. He could only hope that she wouldn't do this to him again. He could only trust her to always be honest with him, just as she had been today. Despite how much she knew it might hurt him, she'd been honest.
"Herryk does not want Freya to leave." He tugged one of her hands forward, pressing her fingertips against his lips. Though pain still lingered in his dimly glowing eyes, that small amount of physical contact assuaged the beast.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 8:22 pm
Her eyes blazed with life again when she felt him come closer, and she stared down at his kneeling form in bewilderment. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to be unforgivably angry, just.. just kicking her out and never wanting to see her again. But he was pluckng her hands into his own and brushing them against his cool lips, and it made little, painfully hopeful gasps of air suck into her lungs repeatedly. Her brow furrowed deep as disbelieving eyes stared down at him silently, and her lips pursed downward in the thickest of pouts as she tried not to cry.
"I don't understands." She barely managed to whisper out, the scratch of emotion still clear even in so quiet of a phrase. "I don't.. I don't understands."
And she didn't, but her lip quivered in need regardless. All she wanted to do was fall into his arms and bury herself against him, but she knew if she did, the strength to keep from crying would leave her for certain, and she would turn into a sobbing mess.
"I wants.. I wants teh be everything yeh deserves, Herryk." She admitted in a hoarse, but strengthening tone. "I know. I'm not. But I wants teh be."
She didn't know how to make things right anymore, but the well of emotion demanding her attention in the depths of her heart demanded that she do everything in her power to try.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 9:18 pm
He didn't understand either. He really didn't. The only thing that Herryk did understand without a shred of doubt was that even contemplating a future without this ghoul was so bitterly terrifying. Seeing her this upset, knowing that she'd done what she had only because it had felt like it was something that had to be done - knowing that she'd been completely honest with him...
"Herryk loves Freya. More than anything in this world." He idly rubbed his thumb against the ring that she wore on her finger, the ring he'd given her. The ring was a promise of their future together.
"Everything that Freya is... it is exactly what Herryk needs." Herryk was being completely honest. Everything about his posture made it blatantly obvious that each word he spoke was said with honesty, pure and simple. He wasn't trying to make her feel better. He was just trying to make her understand. Herryk had been... incomplete before he'd met the ghoul that sat before him. Since meeting her, things had just come together with blinding speed, but Herryk wouldn't have changed anything that they'd been through - for better or worse.
Even this.
He looked frustrated as he watched her closely. What else could he say? He could think of nothing more. Herryk hated seeing his beloved like this, he hated feeling upset and out of control. He hated thinking about her kissing another boil. There was a bigger picture that he needed to think about - and the bigger picture meant that Kettil was no longer a threat.
Bringing her hand up to his lips, Herryk pressed a kiss to the ring on her finger before reaching forward to cup her cheek. He drew her towards him, eyes intent on her lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth before he rested his forehead against hers.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 9:59 pm
The words cut through the invisible cords that had been holding her heart and lungs captive, keeping them from functioning fully. She took in a staggeringly deep breath and almost swooned from the oxygen, and her heart throbbed painfully as it pumped hard and fast in response to those three little words. Herryk loves Freya. The way he'd said it made her want to cry. Why did he have to be so perfect? So utterly lovable? Freya had never met a boil like Herryk in her entire life, and even the ones she liked very much couldn't hold a candle to his glory. He was unreal, and a little part of her worried that she still didn't believe he was going to be hers forever.
And then he kissed her ring, and she did give in, the sobs taking hold of her like a force of nature as she sank down off of the chair and into his lap. He'd tried to kiss her gently, but she hadn't let him pull away; instead, she melted into him like a gelatinous mess of a ghoul, and wrapped herself around him, clutching him with needy recklnessness. Her face bashed into his chest and stayed there as she racked with sobs, heaving violently and getting his chest wet with her tears.
When the storm had ebbed, and she was only hiccuping and sobbing alternately, she managed to utter a few choked out words directly into the skin of his chest.
"I loves yeh, Herryk. I needs yeh forever."
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 4:23 pm
All Herryk could do was clasp the sobbing ghoul against his chest, fingers gently pushing back errant strands of hair. He kissed her temples, the apples of her cheeks, the bridge of her nose; all small, light touches of his lips against her porcelain skin. Her hurt pained him, and when the tempest had passed Herryk would've sighed in relief if he'd needed to draw breath. Herryk drooped forward slightly when she mumbled those tear-choked words against the smooth, cool skin of his chest.
"Herryk will be Freya's forever," he mumbled against her jawline, teeth bared the slightest. "Herryk knows that Freya is ... that Freya shows affection freely. It is hard for Herryk to understand this, but... Herryk trusts Freya. All Herryk needs is Freya's love, Freya's honesty. Everything else is not important. Herryk will try to learn how to accept Freya's shows of affection for boils if this is what Freya wishes. It is just... difficult. Herryk hates the thought of Freya touching or hugging other boils let alone kissing them but... if these things make Freya happy, Herryk will do his best to understand."
His pleasantness sounded choked and forced, but he didn't want to start another fight. He didn't want to try and make her understand how he felt. All he wanted her to do was be happy. Content. And if this meant sharing her with other boils - or other ghouls - because blatant shows of affection were not something to be ashamed of in Freya's family, Herryk was going to have to come to terms with that. He didn't want to change her, morph her into something that she wasn't simply because it made him more comfortable.
More than anything, Herryk just wanted Freya to be happy.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 1:20 am
"It DOESN'T." She practically screamed into his chest, her fist rearing up to slam against the hard plane of muscle. "Doesn't.. I just wants yeh. I don't wants yeh teh understands, I wants yeh." She lifted her head up, rubbed her eyes with her fists childishly, and stared at the boil with red, owlish eyes accompanied by a little pout. "Herryk, yeh makes me happy. Nobody else. Nobody has that power but yeh."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to tug him down, with a gentle force that knew it had no right to ask for kisses, but enough yearning in her embrace to declare that she still wanted them, so, so very badly.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 11:08 am
The thrill he felt at her words arched through him like lightning. Her reaction to him, to his words. That pout, the jarring contact of her fists against his chest. There was nothing about this ghoul that Herryk could find fault in, nothing about her that didn't inflame him in some way. Even her reddened eyes, the demands she made on him for physical touches...
With a harsh groan, Herryk took her lips in a rough kiss. His dark fingers tangled in her soft, honeyed hair and he let his needs take over.
Wrapping one arm tightly around her hips while his other remained anchored in Freya's hair, Herryk rose to his feet and moved towards the bed. No pretty words, no gentle touches. He sat down for a moment before settling Freya atop him, finally breaking the kiss. His eyes lingered on the tear-tracks that zig-zagged down her cheeks, the puffy red eyes. Resting his head on his hands, Herryk stared at her for a long, long moment before whispering softly.
"Show Herryk how happy he makes Freya."
There was no rhyme or reason to the words, but there was little doubt as to what he meant. Perhaps it was his way of saying that all was forgiven.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 5:10 pm
Freya felt like she was burning up inside, and with a content sigh, she realized the only thing that would ever have the ability to soothe her was the rough, cold press of Herryk's lips against hers. Whether or not she deserved it, she knew this was exactly what she wanted, what she needed. She let him carry her around, raining desperate little kisses all over his face until he finally pulled her into his lap and demanded a show from her. His words made her body shudder with delight.
So she did exactly as he asked, in every way possible.
And none of you get to read about it.
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