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 Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 6:04 pm
There was a look about her sister that told Hel that she had indeed pushed quite a button…but maybe there was something about that look that Hel sympathized with and understood as well. Getting the rug swept out from underneath your feet. When it came to a point that how you use to be wasn’t cutting it anymore, and that it was time for a change. She’d been there. How Freya regarded her though, it hurt her. It cut her deep in return, to be treated and spoken to as if she was a stranger…and maybe she was.
The Hel Brynhildr that stood before her sister was not the same Hel was stood before her sister a year ago, and that in itself was startling and frightening, but it didn’t mean it had to be a bad thing.
The younger valkyrie bristled as the older uttered her intentions and then swept to the door, and if Freya thought this was done and over, oh she was wrong. Hel was hot on her sister’s heels, where she then grabbed what she could of her older sister to keep her still in a bit of a frenzy. Hel grabbed the end of her sister’s long braid in both of her hands and dug her feet into the floor. “You are just running away again, you coward!” Hel cried. “You are still only thinking of yourself! It is not too late to change that, ya know! Ya know, the past is important, yes, it shapes who we are and what we become, but we can not let the past dictate or set in stone who we are or how we live! We need to focus on the present, and to lightly think about the future! Right now, Freya, you are troubled, hurt, and in despair, but it is not always going to be like that, not if you do not want it to be!”
She yanked on the ghoul’s braid.
“LISTEN TO ME!” Hel wailed. “Things can get better if you want them to! While I have experienced many hardships here at Amityville…I do not regret any of them! It was a tough road, and at times I did feel like…why did I even bother coming when it has brought me nothing but hurt and ache…but I have to look at the bright side! I have met so many people, I have made wonderful friends…I learned about myself as well…but I worked for them too! I worked for everything I am today! Have you!? Right now, all it looks like to me is that you are running away when things become too tough…you really think you will be better out of here!? Well you will not be, Freya! I guarantee it!”
She yanked on the braid again.
“You are just being selfish! You are not thinking of anyone but yourself! I can only imagine how much hurt Kettil and your friends would feel if they heard you just up and left without saying a thing! How can you live with the idea of disappointing them!? Do they not mean anything to you!? They are worried about you and you just want to throw it all away! I am worried about you and you just want to throw it away!” Hel had raised her voice at this point, and was trying to tug her sister back into the room, by her hair.
“Just because you are a disgustingly skinny and selfish b***h right now does not change that you are my sister and that I love you! I want to see you do better! I want to see you be better! I will do whatever I can to help you!”
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 6:17 pm
Freya let out one sharp scream when her braid was pulled, and she tried to pull herself back, but her sister's hold - and strength - were just stronger than her right now. So the tug of war worked in Hel's favor, but Freya never let up anyway. She fought, and struggled, growling with frustration until Hel tugged again to make her listen and she let out another yelp. It silenced her, for just a moment, and she listened to what her sister had to say. But it wasn't stopping her from trying to run, until she said Kettil's name.
This was the second time Hel had mentioned Kettil, and it worried her. Was this all truly coming from Hel, or was there really something to the words she said? Was she hurting Kettil, in all this? He didn't seem hurt.. in fact, he seemed to enjoy their time together just as much as ever.
Freya couldn't put together a memory where she thought Kettil was truly worried about her. All she knew was, he still cared. He still wanted her around. And he still-
"STOPS PULLINGS ME BACK!" Freya finally screamed, trying to rip her braid back. "IF YEH LOVES ME, YEH'D STOP HURTINGS ME!" The brief moment of actual thought had flown past her, and the wild, thoughtless Freya had returned with a vengeance.
She finally stopped pulling, hoping it would have her sister losing her balance enough to make a bolt for the small kitchen area. When she reached there, whether her sister was still holding on or not, Freya's intentions were now clear.
Her head was turned to look dead into her sister's eyes, her own crazed and wild with intent. In her hand there was a knife, and it was placed at the start of her braid.
"Yeh lets go now." Freya demanded, one last time.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 6:30 pm
Hel hoped she was getting through to her sister…she went silent, and the ghoul was hopeful…well…until the mindless screaming one came back. Damn. “THEN STOP ACTING LIKE AN IMBECILE!” Hel screamed back at her sister. “I HURT YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE HAS THE BALLS TO DO SO! IF YOU TRULY LOVED ME YOU WOULD STOP THIS FOOLISHNESS RIGHT NOW!”
Freya’s little trick worked, and Hel stumbled forward now that there was slack. She fell to the floor, her hold loosening on her sister’s braid and instead she now held the deep blue ribbon in her hands. “Tch!” Hel held onto it tightly, rolling back to her feet as she dashed after her sister to the kitchenette. She slid to a stop though, as her sister was now brandishing a knife, and she froze, her dark skin going a bit pale, which was quite a feat.
No—
She wouldn’t…
…
Wait…her hair?
She was threatening to cut her hair? Freya…would really cut her hair? Her hair that she had loved and cherished for so long, that she took pride in? Having long hair was another proud tradition of being a valkyrie…it was something Hel grew up with, so she had never even considered cutting hers…
But as she stood there right now, watching her sister brandish a knife at her hair, trying to make some kind of point that had nothing to do with being healthy…Hel didn’t feel very threatened by it. Instead, the ghoul threw her hands up in a bit of a shrug and a ‘go right on ahead gesture’.
“Cut your hair, Freya. Do it. You think I care? It is not going to change anything, only except that you will not be able to braid it. It is just hair. It will grow back…but your health…that is something that needs to be tended to right now.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 6:52 pm
Freya's body heaved as she panted heavily, her hand pushing the knife closer, and closer to her braid. Her teeth ground together, and her face pinched in absolute agony, before a sudden groan of desperation left her, and she threw the knife down at the floor, embedding it in the rug. She let out a scream, and fell to her knees, tumbling back until she fell on her rear. She had nothing left. She couldn't even follow through on her threats, and she couldn't get her sister to give up on her.
"I DON'T KNOWS WHAT YEH WANTS FROM ME!" Freya screamed, pulling on her hair out of frustration. "I CAN'T STOPS. I CAN'T STOPS. HEL I CAN'T STOPS."
And then she saw it. A way out that had her free from her sister, if only temporarily. She looked at the knife, as a startled realization overcame her.
It was an easy out.
She struggled to stand back up, scrambling forward to try and grab the knife again.
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Lucyal rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 6:54 pm
As soon as Freya threw the knife, Hel was on it like a fly on potato salad. The ghoul dove towards it, her dark fingers wrapped around the handle as she then rolled back to her feet and easily out of the way of her sister who had belatedly tried grabbing for it as well. Hel stood, looking down at her sister as she then moved the knife to behind her back.
“I just want you to eat, Freya. That is all. I want you to eat like you use to, because you were fine then, and you were beautiful.” Her voice had leveled out. “Yes you can. You are just making an excuse right now.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 7:10 pm
"YEH DON'T UNDERSTANDS. Nobody understands." The knife was out of her grasp, and even that terrible freedom was stolen from her. Freya wanted to die, just to get away from this moment. She didn't want to think about any of this anymore, and all Hel kept doing was reminding her that something was wrong, something was wrong.
"Yeh keeps sayings yeh wants me teh eats, yeh wants me teh be the way I was, but it's too late, Hel. It's too late for that. I cannit eat. Is not that I don't wants teh, it just hurts me too much teh even thinks about-"
Her hands came up to her mouth, first one, then the other. They covered her lips, as she tried to bite back the urge to vomit, but it was harder this time. Fighting with her sister had weakened her, and everytime she considered just giving in to make the ghoul happy, her stomach wretched in disgust. She couldn't explain it anymore. If she opened her mouth again, the only thing that was going to come out, was bile.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 7:27 pm
“Do you even understand, Freya?” Hel turned it back on her, now moving to drop the knife into the sink, since the older valkyrie was a crumpled mess on the floor. “All I need to know is that you need help, and I will be here to offer it.” The ghoul then moved towards her sister, who looked like she was ready to throw up again, but Hel didn’t care. She flopped down onto the floor next to her sister, leaning against the cabinets as her hand came up to rub the older ghoul’s back comfortingly.
“It is never too late, sister. You are just saying that because you are scared of trying. You have resigned yourself to something that is not permanent…just a hard time in your life right now…that is all. You will get through it. One step at a time.”
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2012 7:50 pm
She couldn't even respond. She was waiting, trying to let the nausea subside, but it wasn't going away this time. Hel's hands on her back made her tears well up, because all she wanted to do was curl up in her sister's arms and forget any of this had ever happened. But it was still coming, and she couldn't stop it, even if she wanted to, she couldn't-
Freya jumped up to her feet, barrelled away from Hel, and ran straight for the tiny kitchen sink. There she heaved up almost nothing, because there was nothing to heave - just the sickly droplets of bile that came with each body shaking heave.
When she finally managed to breathe again, she leaned down on the kitchen sink and just cried. It was a desperate, painful, quiet cry.
"Not.. scared." Freya's voice was harsh from the ache of acid in her throat, as she murmured into her arms. "I'm not scared, Hel." But it was a lie, she was scared, just not the fear that her sister thought she had.
"Crumpet." Freya whispered. "I think I'm sick."
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 8:27 am
Hel flinched as Freya suddenly leapt up and dashed to her sink, starting to dry heave. The ghoul pushed herself to her feet and quietly came over to her sister. She turned, leaning against the counters now and once again reached up to start rubbing her sister’s back again as she leaned over the sink. She didn’t say anything about being scared, and just kept on. “ Ya. I figured as much, Freya.” Hel replied softly. “ But you will get better. One step at a time. You will start eating. A bite here and there, and as time goes on, steadily you will do more and more. Small steps, Freya. We do not need to be accomplishing five course meals tomorrow, ya?” Her tone took a bit of a teasing edge.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:37 am
With every touch against Freya's back, Hel managed to soothe more than just Freya's nausea. Little tiny fractures, all along her heart and soul, threatened to break her every day. Hel's hands soothed one or two of the tiny cracks with each loving stroke, but the damage was too extensive at this point. So many years building up to this had taken it's toll on Freya's strong heart.
She pulled away from the sink, just enough to be able to turn her head and look at her sister. Tears still streamed down from her eyes - not from sadness, but from the strain of a body trying to expel something that was no longer there. She blinked away the tears that blurred her sight, and stared at her sister desperately.
Her voice was nothing but a tiny whisper.
"Will yeh helps me. Even after all this?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 10:51 am
Hel couldn’t help but wonder when the tables have turned. The youngest of nine…and maybe the most grounded…both figuratively and literally. How did that work out? Wasn’t she supposed to be a loose canon and not responsible and mature? Well…Hel was a loose canon, but she some how managed to be responsible and mature right now too. More so than the second eldest…and the ghoul found that amusing. She kept that to herself though.
The ghoul looked over at her sister when she turned her head to her, and she couldn’t help but smile softly at the ghoul’s tear stricken face. One hand kept on rubbing the ghoul’s back, while the other reached out, brushing her knuckles gently against the track of tears. “You are a mess.” Hel murmured, amused, and she chuckled softly. “Of course, Freya. You do not even have to ask. You are my sister, and I love you, even if you are a major pain in my a**.”
Hel trailed off for a moment. “…Ya know, what Mac said to me once? It was after I had my wings taken off…and I was being a stubborn a** and I did not want to be moved…I tried to get up on my own, but I could not…” She laughed a bit. "He said…” The ghoul’s tone went stern, and she tried mimicking the psychopomp. “Hel, it is not weakness to rely on someone who loves you.” The ghoul trailed off for a moment, and then smiled down at her sister. “It is true, too. Ask Kettil for help as well, Freya.”
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 11:01 am
Freya's entire body shuddered, for a few seconds, before she turned around quickly and gathered her sister up in her arms. Her embrace was hard, and her need was conveyed adequately within it. She didn't say another word, because she couldn't think of a single thing to say. She just held her sister in her arms like a lifeline, clinging to it with her one last hope.
That maybe, just maybe, things could be okay. Eventually.
But the road there was going to be long and painful. At times, she would stumble. And more often than not, she would try to run. She was far from cured, but she wasn't alone.
And for now, that had to be enough.
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