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 Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 8:38 pm
Mot blinked, allowing the Valkyrie to move behind him. Having his hair up for so long and being unused to it made having it all come down much better. However, he couldn't help but note the pressure on his back. Was Hel leaning on him? Obviously, but her, ah, assets could be felt on his back, making the boil blush.
"Huh?" A hand reached to feel his hair, and the unfamiliar waves it had taken on. "Haha, we match~."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 8:39 pm
"It's my private place! No one has ever beens here but me, because I never tolds anyones." She led him through the darkened nook, until the trees parted and they walked into a sudden field of green. The grass was brighter here, partly due to the constant moisture of the ground it grew on, that surrounded the bluest of lakes. It shone in the moonlight, twinkling with secrets.
"I used to goes here whenever anyones ever bothered me. Nobody ever knew. We all needs a private places sometimes, and this one was mine."
She turned around, pursing her lips with faint embarrassment.
"Well, I mean, now is ours."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 8:50 pm
Hel chuckled, leaning back on her heels now as she pulled all her wavy hair around to the front and started to braid it. “That we did!” Once she was done braiding, she tied her hair up with the hair band, and then stood, moving back to the fire as the kettle started to steam. The reaper grabbed the iron rod, and took the kettle off of the fire. She then grabbed an oven mitt from off of the mantle, and grabbed the kettle’s handle. Hel then poured the steaming hot cider into the two mugs, grinning with delight. Once that was finished, she placed the kettle off to the side, and then put the iron rod and mitt back.
She grabbed one mug, and offered it to Mot, and after it was accepted, she grabbed her own, and sat next to the cowboil, cupping hers with both hands. “Heh…remember when we talked about the microwave versus the kettle? You’ll see the difference now…though I think it helps that this cider is home made too.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:01 pm
Mot took his cup, blowing on the beverage in an attempt to cool it. "Oh, that's right." He stared at his mug, waiting and wishing it to be not scalding before taking a careful sip.
"Wow!" Mot's complexion flushed as the warm drink warmed his body. "This is ten times better. Well now I'm spoiled for all other cider."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:22 pm
"It's so quiet here," Herryk stepped away from Freya, releasing her hand as he moved forward. "It is also very beautiful here." He'd never been to such a calm and peaceful place. He was utterly touched that she'd brought him here.
"What does Freya do here?" It looked like a good place to just sit and think while watching the ripples on the lake, or maybe throw pebbles to break the glassy surface of the water. Herryk didn't know, but he'd never seen a more beautiful place.
He turned around to peer at her over his shoulder.
"Herryk cannot express how much this means to him, Freya."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:27 pm
Hel gave a chuckled, enjoying the warmth of her mug for a bit longer before taking a sip as well. “Mmmm. It is very good! I think I forgot how good.” She took another sip, and then rested the mug in her hands once more. The reaper then turned her attention to the flames, thoughtful. She seemed to get a far off look in as the warm oranges and reds of the fire danced in the reflection of her eyes, and after some time, the reaper turned her head to look at Mot, her eyes lidded as she smiled widely.
“Mot…I’m really happy you came.” Hel uttered sincerely, her voice full of warmth. “You made this trip…wonderful for me. Thank you.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:29 pm
As Herryk took the scenery in, Freya had already been taking off her shoes, her jewelry, and was currently in the process of tying her hair back as tightly as possible. When he turned around to look at her over her shoulder, she beamed at him brightly - the question was perfect.
"THIS!" She squealed, running headfirst to the lake and diving in, dress and all. Normally, she would skinny dip in her lake - but considering this dress was bought by Sif for the wedding, Freya felt a vindictive thrill at splashing in while wearing it. When she surfaced, it was like a giant cream colored flower bloomed in the water.
"AHHHHH IS COLD." She screamed, giggling as she disappeared under the water again.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:33 pm
Mot's head turned to Hel, her expression and what she said to him made his heart skip. She seemed.. so appreciative. So happy.
The reaper seemed bashful at first, a flush of red covering his cheeks. Maybe that was just the warmth of the fire. Probably. "You're welcome. I really like spending the day with you here." He managed a shy smile, before hiding his face with the mug as he took a long sip.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:35 pm
Herryk burst into laughter as she dove into the lake. He quickly followed her lead, taking the time to unbutton his dress shirt before sliding it and the vest off of his broad form in one swift motion. He carefully folded them before setting them aside. Undoing his slacks in a swift motion, Herryk bent to take off his shoes and socks before removing the pants. Clad only in the black boxers he'd worn to sleep the previous night, Herryk dove into the water.
Herryk had to admit, he loved water. The almost weightless feeling was euphoric. He didn't have the urge to breathe so in essence the draugr could spend hours beneath the glossy surface of the lake. The temperature was of no bother to him, either.
Surfacing, he peered around for Freya with a smile on his face.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:49 pm
That wide smile and lidded expression stayed on her face.
“I’m really glad.” She murmured, bringing the cup up to her lips. “…At the start…I was…worried.” She took a sip. “…I thought maybe it would have been better to just not have invited anyone…that you wouldn’t enjoy it at all.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:56 pm
"Why would you think that?" Mot asked curiously. Was it her dad? Sure, he had been a bit scary, but overall he was a big teddy bear.. to his ghouls. Her mother was a lovely and kind woman. And while hr older sister seemed cold, and her other sisters... well he'd never even spoken to them let alone been noticed by any of them.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 10:03 pm
The weightless feel of water was.. not what Freya loved most. This was mostly because swimming never felt weightless for her. If anything, the longer she spent in the water, the more she felt weighed down. Staying down was never an issue for her, however. Freya was a dead weight in the water, as her wings soaked in.
She barely managed to scramble up to the shore she'd jumped in to, and pulled herself up, her hands digging into the dirt from the force she needed to use to keep herself afloat.
Floating. Definitely not something Freya would ever, ever be able to do.
"Ahhh, it feels so good!" She bobbed, still holding on to the edge of the lake and pulling herself up slightly so that she was sitting on the pebbled floor of the shore. "I wish I could stays in here forever." Her wings looked like dead animals hanging behind her, and her back already creaked in distress.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 10:06 pm
Hel rolled her shoulders.
“…You just did not seem pleased on the train.” She murmured, and then gave a short chuckle. “Heh…yes…I was….concerned about my family as well.” They…exceeded her expectations though, believe it or not. They took to Mot rather well…way better than she imagined.
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 10:14 pm
"The train?" Mot thought for a moment, chuckling. "It was a long train ride. I was tired. Besides, it's scary going somewhere new, right?" Had he acted differently then? He couldn't recall, honestly.
"Well, it's no matter now." Mot shrugged. "I enjoyed myself. And I would definitely visit again."
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 10:16 pm
Herryk allowed himself to float to shore until he felt the smooth pebbles rasp against his bare stomach. He pressed a kiss to the bottom of her foot, grinning up at her. His feet bobbed in the water behind him as Herryk anchored himself on the pebbled lake shore. The water lapped at his lower back as he slowly moved closer and closer in rhythm with the gentle waves.
Using his hand to push her long skirt up to just above her knee, Herryk pressed another kiss to her knee before resting his chin in his palm. The pebbles bit into his elbow, but Herryk didn't care. With a half-smile Herryk watched her silently. He didn't want to speak. The moment seemed too perfect as it was. Just Herryk, Freya and the silence. It was kind of intoxicating. Mesmerizing. Perfect.
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