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 Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 10:42 pm
The glare was returned with one of his own, the flared wings replied an audible hiss and bare of sharpened teeth. "Don't touch us," he growled, green eyes flashing. Thor was not currently worn, but for a moment the skeletal arm that was there instead sparked, less in warning and more from last minute restraint. Freya was not the only one who could be set off at a moment's notice, at least in this point in time. Not when whispers agitated and a crystal called for revenge.
It was easy to put those feelings away when things were simple. Here and now, however, Mort's fragile control over those boiling impulses was shown.
He had had words, but they were lost to him every time he tried to grasp them, sand in his hands that fell away into nothing. He wanted to move, act--
Strangle something. Crush in his death grip until it was ground into dust that also left him. Anything to stop the noise and pain so he could go--
Calm down.
Mort made an exasperated sigh, slid his glasses off, and began to rub his face down wearily; he wasn't aware of his pronoun slip up. "Have a lot on plate right now," the zomboil rumbled in a tired voice. "Last thing want t'hear is old friend now works with enemy." The glasses were slipped back on with another sigh, this time through his nose. "How d'you communicate anyway? Did Herryk say anything 'bout hunters?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 9:49 pm
For once, it was Bella's response - and not Mort's - that had Freya's anger and betrayal flaring. It wasnt that she thought for a moment Bella was being cruel.. she knew better than anyone how protective a lover can get. But she was irrational; she wasn't thinking straight, and hearing Bella scold her for voicing her anger was.. why was it so much more painful than Mort's quiet judgemental tone? Maybe she was just reminded of the way Hel spoke to her when she judged. Maybe she was just so used to Bella being impartial. Maybe the opinion of a ghoul just mattered more to Freya. For whatever reason, it was Bella's words that had the simultaneous reaction of shutting her up and bringing her close to tears. She pulled away, backing up into Kettil and curling her body inward protectively. "If yeh really has teh asks that question, then yeh has no idea how much I loved him." Freya whispered out, keeping her eyes averted to the floor. "Just because he's .. different now, it doesn't change how I feel. Even if this didn't happen, or even if he'd died; Kettil gets it. I don't just stops lovings someone because I'm not dating them anymore. I'll always loves Herryk. And I cares about what happens teh him, even now." Kettil understood. Kettil always understood how she felt, because she knew he would always feel the same about his best friend, too. She looked up at him, and pressed her hand to his cheek. The boil was no longer in love with Lark, but no amount of adoration would ever change the fact that he loved her. And perhaps that was why he stood by Freya's side, even now. They were two sides of the same coin, their hearts too big to ever stop loving someone completely, no matter what. She refused to look at either of her friends anymore. She just kept her eyes focused on random things nearby, barely managing to speak. "If yehr so busy, then I shouldn't have even brought this on yeh. I'm sorry. If yeh wants teh forgets I said anything, then do it. I can takes care of everything on my own." Her arms wrapped tightly around her body, ready to pull the burden up into herself fully once more. She remembered the exact moment Herryk had asked her to talk to his old friends, and the trepidation she'd felt at the prospect. She knew that seeing Herryk like this had taken a toll on her soul. She should have listened to her first instincts, and kept that burden to herself.
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 10:19 pm
It seemed the only neutral party in this conversation was Kettil. He didn't admonish Freya for her thinking but he did try to calm her when she was flaring up with anger and indignation and now it all lashed out back at her as Bella took to Mort's defense. He didn't feel anger toward either of them but there was that urge in him to just lash out and protect Freya but he simply stayed quiet and was tense.
His arms for the moment wrapped around her, "Sometimes it is hard to just drop people from our loves. I was not happy when Herryk showed back up. I am not happy that she talks to him or still has feelings for him, but I can't tell her not to. It would be unfair because Lark also still has a place in my heart." He leaned his cheek against Freya's hand for a second or two, "Freya went through a bad spot, she needed help and I helped her. She did the same for me when I was suffering heartache. It just happened around the same time and we grew closer because of it, but we still cannot stop caring for our prior lovers. We can't stop wanting the best for them even if they hurt us."
He and Freya just weren't that vindictive at the end of the day. It would take a lot for the pair to feel unending hatred for someone.
Kettil's lips turned into a frown at Freya's words, "No. I will take care of it with you. Don't you dare exclude me and build up a wall. Give Mort and Bella some time to take this all in," his voice was gentle and urging, a quiet reminder that while he still didn't approve? He was still at her side. AyeAvast AkA: EVERYONE. I am le lazy.
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 4:28 pm
There were a number of things that made the witch feel uncomfortable on the couch. Part of it was the hostile environment that had entered her room, normally a safe haven from such feelings, especially ones she usually had the option of letting past the threshold. Another part was the distinct feeling of separation from Freya and Kettil, as though they had previously decided this was to be a versus rather than a group effort and had simply failed to relay the message to the other couple. But what finally had the witch stumbling to her feet was Mort's hiss and then his wrongly spoken sentence. That 'us' was enough to knock the witch back down, but the lightning sparks had her struggling up to cross the space between the couch and him. She stopped before she got there, frightened and angry at everyone and no longer feeling like a mediator but a nuisance. Carefully the witch turned so that she could see both the couple and Mort, wondering who would snap the hardest first. When Freya began to tear up the witch found herself feeling terrible, but also very confused. Maybe she hadn't ever known how much the Valkyrie had loved Herryk, maybe the witch had been so blinded by all her own heartbreak that she couldn't see another's... Or maybe she just didn't understand. But it was Freya's last statement and Kettil's additional words that made the witch bristle once more. "Do not dare act as though we are abandoning you just because we are... Shocked and confused and surprised by what you are telling us. And do not for one second think that just because he is gone that we have kicked Herryk out of our lives." Alright, so maybe the witch wasn't speaking so much for herself as she was for Mort, but whatever. It had to be said. "I do not think my caution over the situation nulls my previous statement. I am here for you Freya, I am here for both of you." Suddenly feeling very hurt the witch frowned at them before she heaved a heavy sigh. "I just... We cannot trust the Hunters... Even if they have our friends." This was not the first person she knew lost to the other side. This was just someone who was far too close to those she cared about. Even when the Hunters had their weaponry and sneaky tactics, they also carried the emotional bond left over and that could be used. That most likely was being used and oh, what depths of depravity would not be exploited by those awful people? Ol-j-man The lazy infects us alllll
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 4:32 pm
Kettil was right: he was going to need some time to digest this, moreso than usual. It was the combination of the witch's touch and the sight of Freya's watery eyes that made the zomboil take a step back and consider himself. Anger, yes, there was still anger at the betrayal even though it was months ago, and sadness, and a reluctant but solemn knowing that it would have led to this anyway. He had just hoped that not thinking about it meant it would go away.
Lashing out wasn't the answer. Mort's face tightened in concentration, fighting to shrug off the gray shroud over him.
"Wrong words t'choose," he said, fisting his hands into his pockets with a small sigh. "M'busy, yes, just . . . Mrrr." Belladonna basically said it for him anyway, so what was the point? His initial reaction had been bad, yes, but he did not want to lose more friends at this point--nor did he feel like rifling around in their past connections when he had enough to keep himself busy.
Anger and rage could build in him all it wanted, but in the end Mort wasn't an angry person; it subsided into a gentle seething he could look at later.
"Look, just--just give time t'understand full meaning've what you're saying," he said to Freya more levelly. "Is lot t'take in, 'specially if kept correspondence . . . But imagine can't do this alone, like others said. Would rather know than not know 'bout friends. Is busy, yes, i-is stressed, yes . . . but doesn't mean won't stop t'help."
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