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 Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 11:36 pm
Hel wasn’t expecting the ferocity or the intensity in which Freya would come back at her. This…this wasn’t like her at all…even when they did get into spats. Being the stupid and stubborn ghoul she was though, Hel did not let go. She took the brunt of every kick, every punch, every scratch, every pull, and every bite. Her body registered each and every hit, every mark, every sting, and she was pretty damn sure Freya had split her bottom lip again as she felt the warmth gush down her front, but it didn’t matter.
She wasn’t going to let go, so she continued to hold onto her sister, her arms wrapped around her fiercely in a hugging hold as her sister beat down on her.
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 11:42 pm
Once, a long time ago, Freya had been so much stronger. She could have forced herself out of her sisters arms so easily, back then. Now, she was a weak and fragile mess, her own body creaking with discontent as Hel's arms tightened around her, holding her down. She continued to fight, despite her failure, a wildcat thrashing in her sisters arms until her voice grew hoarse and her actions weakened with exhaustion. In the end, the long and bitter fighting waned into a weak abandoned state of being, where her body just gave up.
It felt so good to give up.
Freya's eyes closed, and she hung limp in Hel's arms, her mouth hanging wide open as she clocked out mentally. She'd frothed herself into a state of comforting, familiar disconnection. Her mind shut off all the lights, and left her at peace.
This was home.
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Posted: Tue Mar 19, 2013 11:56 pm
Where as Freya went weak, Hel did not, and she kept her grip on the ghoul firm, until she went slack in her arms.
The reaper sighed as she shifted her sister, now carrying the ghoul bridal style. She stared down at her sister, the same sister she used to hold in such high regard, and she couldn’t help but wonder as well…when had the roles reversed? The ghoul she had thought invincible was nothing but a mindless rag doll in her arms right now. This was a mess. Freya was a mess…and Hel…Hel had no idea how to fix this. She seemed fine with Kettil…and hopefully they’d be together for ever. Hel really hoped so…because he seemed to be the only thing that’d keep Freya going on a healthy level.
Not her. Not this.
Hel carried Freya over to her bed and laid her down on it. She even went as to grab the covers and pull them over her sister, tucking her in. A dark hand, riddled now with a bite, bruises, and scratch marks reached out to smooth some of her hair from her forehead, and the reaper leaned to press a kiss to Freya’s forehead. She then went and retrieved the necklace and returned, pressing it into one of Freya’s palms before closing her fingers around it. Hel stood there for a bit, and sighed as the adrenaline of taking a beating started to wear off…and the pain and burn started to settle in.
Oh well. One day at a time…and tomorrow was a whole new day.
The wingless valkyrie collected her land documents and carefully stowed them back into her leather portfolio, taking great care not to crinkle or crease anything, or to get any blood on it.
She then quietly made her way to the door, and cast one look over her shoulder before she left, quietly closing the door behind her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 12:06 am
As she was set into her bed and fussed with, Freya felt nothing. She wasn't asleep, but she was as good as unconscious, floating in a hazy little realm of nothing. This was where she didn't have to think, didn't have to feel. This was where she'd spent so much time when she starved herself - why she'd starved herself in the first place. Her mind couldn't function properly. She couldn't put together a single thought, and there was no drive to try. She just laid there, in a stupor of blissful nothingness.
She didn't register when Hel finally left.
Hours later, when the pumpkin sun had long since set, and the room was casting long shadows in the glow of the moon, Freya finally emerged from the soft hazy world she was lost in, and her eyes opened to see the darkness. Instantly, the entire fight she'd had with her sister flooded back into her mind, re-opening fresh wounds and pouring salt into every one.
A quiet, but no less pitiful wail left the ghoul, as she laid there and curled up into a ball, losing herself once more - but this time, she was lost to the crippling pain that gripped her heart and refused to let go.
And once more, Freya found herself abandoned and alone.
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