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 Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 6:30 pm
Herryk shook his head.
"One being should not have so much power. One being should not be able to do the things that Medea does. She ... there is something more to this situation, Freya. Herryk.. this does not sit well with Herryk at all."
His mind was moving at a terribly frantic pace, skipping from option to option. He paused and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, shaking his head.
"Something is not right, Freya."
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 6:52 pm
Herryk's words sent a cold shiver down her spine. She couldn't argue with him, because everything he said was right. But she wanted to believe Medea was the key to their victory.. there was no other options left. She pouted thickly, and sat back on her legs, settling her hands onto her knees.
"Nothing has beens rights for a long times, Herryk." She whispered quietly. "Yehr the ones that convinced me of that. I don't knows if Medea is the answer, but.. what choices do we has?" Her eyes widened just slightly, as she looked up at the draugr; clearly hoping he had the answers.
Because she had nothing left but the absolute, and she was willing to go to extremes.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 8:52 pm
His shoulders slumped, and the draugr sat on the edge of his ghoulfriend's bed before lumping over, burying his face in his hands.
"Herryk does not know. Herryk only wishes that he could figure everything out, piece it all together. These horsemen do not have.. they do not look out for all of Amityville - the promise of power is only to entice those of us who might wish for.. more. For vengeance."
He fell silent and slid his hands down his face.
"Herryk cannot trust Medea yet. Not yet. And Herryk wishes that Freya would not trust Medea so completely just yet, either."
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 8:58 pm
Freya watched the lump of boil at the edge of her bed for a moment. She crawled over towards him, and then sat back down, letting her legs fall over the side of the bed, and put her hand on his back. Her head leaned in slightly to try and get a better look at him.
"I do not trusts Medea completely. I never says I did. I only says she has the same interests we does. But there is very few peoples I trusts completely, yeh know." She bent her head back, and placed a soft kiss on one of his biceps. "Like I trusts yeh."
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:04 pm
Herryk gave Freya a bleary, run-down smile. She was so lovely, and sometimes he was not quite certain what he'd done to deserve such a ghoul. He never questioned such a gift; to him, she was perfection.
Skinnier than perfection, but.. he would not bring that up. For now. He did not want to upset her, not when he was feeling so electric and irritated.
"Herryk trusts Freya, as well. So very much. It would.. if anything happened to Freya because of these horsemen, because of Medea? Herryk would go .. Herryk would go mad. If this mark on Freya's back… if it is not what it seems to be - if anything strange happens, Freya will tell Herryk, yes?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:13 pm
Freya always loved when Herryk got all serious and protective over her. She loved it even more when he sounded homicidal about it. She grinned feverishly and kissed his bicep again. "I promise. I tolds yeh already, baby boil. I will never keeps a secrets from yeh. So longs as I lives."
She reached back and touched the little mark, biting her tongue between her teeth as she felt it on her skin. "I don't knows. I thinks this is a good things. I hopes it is, at least. And besides! Whats is the worsts that coulds happens?" Her tongue slipped back into her mouth and she hopped up off the bed. "I can't sees it very wells, though. Is it pretty, at least?" She asked, as she pulled her pants down an inch and stuck her rear out at him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 10:38 am
Herryk glanced at the mark that marred that pretty expanse of pale flesh, his face pinching.
"No. It is ugly, and Herryk does not like it."
He was tense, his thoughts running rampant and he felt like there was nothing he could do to stop them from snowballing into bigger, more terrible thoughts.
"Herryk thought Freya was perfect before all of this happened."
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 9:25 pm
Freya turned around quickly, her mouth parting in surprise at the insult, and her hands planted on her hips firmly. "Oh reaaaally!" She huffed at him in mock offense, reaching out to push him on one shoulder. She didn't expect to move him, it was the effort that counted. "So just because I has a silly little tattoos on my back yeh don't thinks I'm pretty anymores. Is that it?"
Her lips pursed wryly to one side, and she folded her hands in front of her, waiting for the answer. She had no idea just how serious the situation was, that much was clear.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 7:29 am
Herryk's face pinched, his mouth twisting with serious upset. She didn't seem to be taking him as serious as he'd like, and it irritated him greatly. He wasn't sure how to handle it, but there was one thing he knew for certain.
He wasn't going to watch her waste away before his very eyes.
"This is not what Herryk means. Herryk believes that Freya was perfect before the tattoo - and before Freya got so skinny."
He scowled, irritated and utterly cranky from all the stress he was under - all the worries that troubled him. He gave a manful grunt.
"Too skinny, in Herryk's opinion."
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 12:46 pm
Freya's bright and cheeky attitude fell like a rock, and her face darkened in dismay. "Don't." She whispered, ducking her head in and curling back up beside him. She didn't know what to say, and she knew if she pressed her distress over the topic, he would just get more upset. But Herryk wouldn't tease her so cruelly, which meant Herryk just liked big ghouls. She should have known that, considering his size and their.. strenuous activities. But she hated how fat she was, she hated it. It was disgusting, and she couldn't live this way. Herryk loved her.. he would love her no matter how fat or thin she got.
... wouldn't he?
A shudder ran through her as she tried to reason with herself.
Distraction. She needed distraction, to get away from the darkening thoughts that plagued her mind. She climbed up onto his knee, and sat there, facing him. Her hands poked at his chest muscles idly. "Hay, baby boil." She teased weakly. "Yeh knows what we hasn't done in a whooole week?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 1:14 pm
If he could read her thoughts, he would have stopped - long enough to shake some sense into her. He would have called her crazy, absurd, foolish - to think that she was too fat? To think that he wouldn't love her because of her weight? It would have depressed him.
He didn't need any help in that department. His thoughts were loathsome enough.
Tenderly, he placed his palms against her cheeks. He had his own concerns to worry about - but hers were important, too. He ached for her. For them. For everyone. It ate at him each and every day.
He couldn't read her thoughts. Couldn't see the turmoil that plagued her mind. He could only see how she looked on the outside - and things were getting dire, as far as he was concerned. Brushing his thumbs across the apples of her cheeks, he merely waited for her to continue, brows lifting as a sadness crept into his eyes.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 4:59 pm
Freya's impish smile couldn't hold when he looked at her that way. She slumped just slightly and poked him again, while her lower lip jutted out in a helpless pout. "Wells I'm not goings teh try teh beds yeh if yeh looks at me with those big sad eyes, baby boil." She whispered, before bending in and butting her forehead gently against his.
Her pout disappeared, and she tried to smile. "Things aren't as bads as they seems, Herryk." Her voice remained hushed as she tried to soothe him. Fingertips brushed lightly up and down the curves of his arms and shoulders. "Yehll see. It'll all works out." She wasn't used to consoling Herryk, but she hoped, somehow, she was doing some good.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 10:34 pm
"Herryk hopes so," the draugr mumbled softly, pressing his lips to her cheek as she butted her forehead against his. "Herryk hopes so - because Herryk does not know what to do at this point." His voice was sad, lost, and perhaps even a little frightened. It was a difficult emotion to feel, this not knowing what to do about a situation that seemed to be spiraling out of control at a rapid pace.
Even his rock, his beloved, his Freya - even she fought battles that were hers and hers alone. All he could do was support her and hope to Jack that she didn't try to push things too far - that she didn't make herself sick, or worse. All he could do was make her understand that he loved her as much as a boil could love his ghoul, and then some.
Desperate to lighten the mood, Herryk dropped his gaze to Freya's lips.
"What was Freya saying about bedding?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 10:59 pm
Now that was more like it. Freya's lips grinned as he stared at them, and the mirth in them finally reached her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pushed and pushed, in hopes he would get the message.
"Oh. Not sayings. I just shows yeh."
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 12:58 am
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