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 Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 2:41 am
Freya's eyes widened when she felt those big, strong arms lift her up, and all of the weight of her wings relieved off her back. Her mouth fell open, slightly agape as she stared up at the vision of the draugr carrying her back to her home, glistening wet in the moonlight. He was like a dream, and she refused to pinch herself. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. He was.. he was perfect.
She closed her eyes when his head dipped in to nibble at her jaw, and her head fell back in pure, brilliant ecstasy.
Every moment in Herryk's arms felt like the best moment of her life.
When they reached the house, Freya craned her neck to see if the lights were on, and nodded to him to open the door and get them inside. She was dripping pretty bad, and she pressed her finger against his lips to signal silence, before climbing out of his arms. She pointed up the stairs, and then tiptoed up to go dry and change.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 7:46 pm
Herryk crept his way into the den they'd slept in the previous night. Setting his carefully folded clothes to the side, Herryk debated what to do with his obviously sopping wet britches. With a soft grunt, Herryk peeled them down his thighs, hoping that Valdis wouldn't get upset that her floor was wet.
Snatching up a nearby blanket, Herryk wrapped it around his waist before knotting it as best he could at his hip. His hair was a little snarled and damp, but sitting near the fire would help it dry. Pushing the biggest chair in the room closer to the fire, Herryk collapsed into it with a satisfied sigh. His body was exhausted but in a good way, and all the draugr wanted to do now was relax.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 12:04 am
Freya hopped back down the stairs in her owl pajamas, stopping right in front of the chair Herryk was lounged in, and one brow slowly lifted. He was wearing nothing but a towel, and his body was lit to one side by the fire. It was kind of beautiful, in a way. Freya wished she had a camera.
Oh wait. She did.
Freya snuck back to her bag, filched out her eyephone, and snapped a shot of Herryk sitting there waiting in a towel before he could complain. Then she skipped over, dumped herself into his lap, and started fiddling with her phone while snickering mischievously.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 12:11 am
Herryk snorted. He looked like he wanted to complain but thought better of it. Before Freya's return to the den his thoughts had taken a brooding turn. He couldn't help but remember over and over again the way Thor had grasped Freya's chin just before he'd moved in for a kiss.
Herryk still wanted to break the valkyrie male in two.
Falling utterly quiet, Herryk let his thoughts consume him while he stared into space.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 12:13 am
Freya had ended up becoming consumed by something else entirely. As the draugr she used for a chair sat there with his thoughts, Freya began chatting away mindlessly with friends on groanspring and then eventually HIM. She'd even gotten to talk to Lark for the first time! She showed him some of the chats, but it was clear he wasn't interested in small talk.
And after a while, as she threw her phone right over her shoulder, and got thoroughly distracted with just how pretty Herryk was, neither was she.
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