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 Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 6:10 pm
…Vrrr. It was kind of chilly sitting here without all those layers on, Hel just seemed to realize. The ghoul rubbed her arms a bit, frowning at the wall as a sudden rush of paranoia and hushed whispers washed over her as she sat there. Hel made a soft sound as he disinfected the wounds, rolling her shoulders to ease the discomfort before settling still again. “Is it…?” She murmured back, a bit distracted as she glanced at the corners of her room, until she felt that Mot was starting to wrap the bandages around her…wait…was he really?
Wow. She was sort of impressed, and sat there quietly for a long moment as she let him wrap up the bandages. “…Mot.” The ghoul started her voice still hoarse, soft. “…I…” She stared at the corner, pausing, before shaking her head a bit and sighing softly. “…I am sorry.” Her voice dropped down to a whisper now. “…For…those things I said…and did…when…that evening…”
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 6:17 pm
Mot found it easier to do this task as it got closer to being done. He supposed most boils would jump at a chance to feel up someone with a body like Hel's. Too bad for him he was too nervous to enjoy it.
He lifted his head a moment as she spoke his name, turning back down his gaze to finish the task. Her voice, he'd noticed, was sounding kind of rough.
He had to strain to hear her as she whispered her apology, his actions slowing as he tied up the ends of the bandages. "Oh.." He remembered that day. It had been painful to hear someone he loved say such things to him, and more painful to let himself run away like that.
Mot cast his gaze to the side sheepishly, resting his hands in his lap. "It's alright."
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 6:28 pm
“…No…it was not alright.” Hel murmured, letting out a deep breath once Mot finished tying off the bandages. She turned around on her stool, brushing her bare knees against the cowboil’s as she looked up at him. She looked like she wanted to say more, but the whistling of the kettle caused her to stop. “…Ah…I suppose you should get that…” She mused, and stiffly climbed off of her stool to go and dress.
Don’t mind her Mot as she let her towel drop in front of her dresser and started to dress right there.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 6:33 pm
Mot frowned as she seemed so downtrodden. At least she felt sorry for the way she treated him, but lately he felt as if he deserved such words. The sound of the kettle distracted them both, and Mot got up to tend to it. He looked back to ask Hel something, only to be greeted by the sight of a two-tone bum.
He turned away swiftly and rushed to the kitchen.
Mot distracted himself from knowing a naked Hel was in the other room while he busied himself with making them both a tea. He knew how she liked it by now and had it ready for her by the time she was likely done dressing.
Mot moved back into the room with the teas, his eyes set on the cups in case maybe she was still naked.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 6:41 pm
The reaper toweled off her hair once more, tossing it into the hamper once she was done. Oh. There went her other clothes! She was wondering where they went…
Now clad in another oversize tunic top and bloomers, the ghoul climbed onto her bed. Oh sweet relief. Her own bed. That thought saddened her at the same time. The horsemen…they wouldn’t get that feeling anytime soon. Hel stayed quiet for the time being, waiting for Mot to join her on the bed, where she held her hands out for a cup. While she usually didn’t like tea, when prepared the right way, she could tolerate it…and something hot to drink just sounded really good right now.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 7:03 pm
Mot smiled and handed Hel the cup, sitting beside her on the bed and taking a sip from his own cup. He didn't want to talk about the trip. he knew it was bad. And he knew if he had to talk about Riley he might break again.
"You know.." Mot started, fidgeting with the cup. "I haven't had a coffee in a whole month."
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 7:12 pm
Hel sipped her tea, letting the cream and honey soothed her throat and she sighed, pleased, at the warmth. While nursing her cup, she stared over the rim of it at Mot, content to…not talk about the trip for now. At his words though, she paused, her eyes going a bit wide as she lowered her cup.
“…You…have not…?” While her tone was still soft, her voice was a lot less horse after having some tea. “…How come?”
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 7:16 pm
Mot smiled bashfully and swirled his cup a bit in his hands. "Well you always seem put off by it. So I thought you might be happy if I gave it up." He admitted. Saying it aloud made it seem like such a dumb thing to do. How would his lack of caffeine make her happy anyway? He really only did it for her. And it had not been easy.
"On a related note, I've been sleeping better..." He trailed off and grimaced. "Though maybe not as well anymore..." All things considered.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 2:33 am
Hel just kept on staring. Eyes wide, her mouth pulled down into a small uncertain and disbelieving frown. Sure, it may have been silly to someone else, but it wasn’t to her. She knew how much Mot had been hooked on the stuff, and she was sort of convinced that it was just something she was just going to have to deal with it. She was also sure he even got coffee to spite her sometimes…but…he gave it up. For her. Because she didn’t like it when he did it…and…and apparently he had been sleeping better.
It was a small thing, but it meant so much, even if she was the ridiculous one for wanting him to stop in the first place.
The cup trembled in Hel’s hand as her vision went blurry. The corners of her eyes felt hot, and before she could even will herself to try and stop the first tear rolled down her cheek. The reaper clumsily fumbled the cup onto the dresser and then moved her hands up to cover her face.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 4:25 pm
Mot stared at Hel as she seemed in disbelief, wondering if she might call him a liar. But then.. she seemed to start looking like she might cry. Mot felt a little panicked, setting his cup on the floor and leaning in to check on the ghoul. "Wh-what's wrong?" He asked with concern, worry spread over his features. "Did I say something wrong?"
Was the field trip bothering her?
Was he bothering her?
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 8:36 pm
No, she was not crying. Hel Brynhildr did not cry! Those hot tears welling up in the corners of her eyes were a lie!
The reaper pressed her hands against her face as if she could stem the flow or stop them. “W-why would you do that?” She choked. “I do not understand why you would give up coffee.” It really shouldn’t have been a big deal, but something about it just touched her on a certain level.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 8:44 pm
"It... it wasn't that big of a deal. It was just a habit.. a deliciously wonderful habit.." Mot reasoned, rubbing Hel's shoulder, unable to hide a small smile that was forming on his lips. His ghoul was being especially strange, in an endearing way.
"But if it means you won't glare at me so much, it's worth it." Mot managed a short chuckle.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 8:54 pm
But if it means you won't glare at me so much, it's worth it.
It's worth it.
Hel choked, and as much as she tried to fight it, the tears escape from behind her hands and rolled down her cheeks. It wasn’t just the coffee thing. The coffee thing had been a portal for weeks worth of pent up sorrow, frustration, anger and hurt. “Mot.” The ghoul choked, sniffling as she buried her face harder against her hands. “I am never going to fly again.”
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 8:58 pm
Oh no..
It was only just now hitting her.
Mot's heart fell. His heart hurt so badly for her then. There would be nothing that could ever replace Hel's wings, her freedom of flight. The hardest part was admitting there was nothing he could do.
Mot grimaced and wrapped Hel in a hug, a hand petting her hair while his cheek rested on top of her head. "I know..." He uttered softly, trying to keep his voice even. Be her rock.
"I know..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 9:06 pm
Hel leaned into him, her shoulders shaking.
Her voice was muffled by sobs and her hands. “The sky was so painfully blue at the Isles, and I could only look at it from the ground…” The ghoul sniffled, and slowly her arms lowered, only to wrap and cling tightly to Mot as she buried her face against the crook of his neck. “I know Nurse Cricket could have tried re-growing them…but…but what if they did not come back the same? It would have been a waste…” She sobbed again, shaking, and rambling. “Am I even a valkyrie still? How am I supposed to protect you if I can not even protect myself?”
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