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 Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 11:33 pm
Freya slid down the door of the dressing room, possessed with peals of laughter so hard they brought her to the floor. "HERRYK, I CAN'T-" She hiccuped and laughed some more. "BURN A DRESS I DON'T OWNS!" She rolled on her side back into the room, and finally got back up to try the dress he wanted. She was still laughing even as she squeezed into it, but once it was on, there wasn't a lot of room to laugh. "Ach," She sighed out. "This one.. I think this one will be my favorite." She came out wearing it, still plucking at the skirt happily. "It has the best little skirt here.. so pretty."
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 11:38 pm
"Herryk will buy the dress just so he can burn it," he rumbled after her, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the wall once more. Herryk grinned, shaking his head as she finally made it back into the dressing room.
When she appeared again, Herryk's brows lifted. It was a nice enough dress, not too long and not too short. It revealed enough of her neckline be almost demure (almost), and hid enough to keep Herryk wanting to see more.
"Herryk likes this one," he nodded as he tapped his chin. "Herryk very much likes this one." He still wanted to see her in the fluffy thing that he'd picked out for her, but ultimately it would be her choice as to what dress she picked to wear on their date.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 11:57 pm
Freya paused for a moment, before the laughter threatened to emerge. She really forced it back, and instead gave him a happy grin. "Good." She barked out with a sharp nod, reaching out to tap his chin even as he did it. "We both likes!" She needed no more convincing on the matter - this one was hers.
She hopped back in, and looked at the remaining two dresses. One was sequined and red.. and she immediately decided against even trying it on. She was even second guessing the last one, which was all.. fluffy.. and..
"Herryk?" She asked quietly, but even as she said it, she sighed and bent down to slide underneath the dress. He'd chosen it - she was going to try it. It didn't matter how silly she felt.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 9:00 pm
Herryk chuckled loudly when she tapped his chin and hopped back to the dressing room. "Yes, Herryk likes," he added once more in affirmation.
Despite the rough start that their date had taken, Herryk was having a blast spending time with Freya. The dresses weren't an issue because he liked to see them on Freya when she pranced out of the room. He never tired of the banter they shared. Never.
"Yes, elskede?" Herryk was idly removing a bit of fuzz from his loincloth, though he perked slightly when Freya called out to him. Her voice was quiet and it worried him slightly. What could be wrong?
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 9:25 pm
This dress was even fluffier than the one she wore for Sif's wedding - in fact, this was the kind of thing she'd expected to have worn then. It flared out around her so.. so.. she didn't know what to think. It wasn't ugly, she told herself as she swished back and forth and watched the dress move from the inside mirror. It was kind of like a flower. And that, perhaps, was why Freya did not often wear dresses like this. Pretty, fluffy things belonged on pretty, fluffy ghouls. She was sexy, sleek, contemporary, and kind of tough.. definitely not fluffy. She opened the door before responding to him, and the swish of the skirt as she moved out into the open was audible. If Freya could get anywhere near meek, the expression on her face as she watched Herryk carefully for his reaction was as close to it as possible. "Ah, what do yeh thinks?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 9:32 pm
Herryk's eyes fell upon Freya with a hunger that he couldn't understand. She looked so soft and feminine in the frilly thing. It was a modest style, cinched in at the waist in ways that showed off her lovely curves. Herryk rose to his feet, his expression unreadable.
This was the dress that Herryk had picked out. This was the dress that she would wear while he romantically fed her pieces of jerky, fruits and candy. This was the dress that Freya was wearing when Herryk thought about presenting her with his pin. This was the dress that Freya would wear when he served her the food he made with his own two hands, when he gave her the plants he'd found for her with Tset's help. This was the dress that Freya would wear when they danced under the dark sky, and later, this would be the dress that Herryk...
"Herryk is buying this dress for Freya."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:09 pm
Just the look on his face was making Freya's cheeks bloom in a blush that crept down her neck and even flushed the front of her chest. There was something important about the way he looked at her, right now, but she couldn't figure out what it was. She couldn't quite place why it felt so important, somewhere deep down inside, for him to still find her pretty in a dress like this. As if there was something broken that only he could heal. It made no sense to her.
But she liked the way it felt. She liked it a lot. The smile that bloomed, very slowly, on her lips, told him as much.
"Okay." She murmured quietly. That is all the dresses then. I will, ach, go.." She turned around nervously, and the dress went *fluff* all around her, making noise as it smashed against the door and wall. The sound made her giggle.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:28 pm
Herryk rose to his feet.
"Wait."
He fumbled for the small leather pouch he'd bought, one that he'd secured to his belt so that he could keep all of his belonging safe. Withdrawing his eyephone, Herryk mashed his fingers against the screen a few times until he got to the program he desired.
The camera.
"Herryk wants a picture of Freya in this dress." As an afterthought, he added softly, "Please?" This picture would remind him how badly he wanted this date to be perfect whenever he started feeling too frustrated about how things were going.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:45 pm
Freya had just managed to close the door behind her skirt when she heard his voice, and let it slide back open while her head tilted back to blink at him. He wanted.. wanted a picture?
Herryk had never taken a picture of her before. Never.
She turned around to face him, her chin dipping down lower, as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. Her hands clasped in front of her body. This was, quite notably, not a very Freya-like pose.
"Yeh cans.. if yeh wants."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 10:51 pm
Herryk smiled softly, happily, when Freya agreed to his request. It struck him suddenly that he had no pictures in his room of this ghoul, no pictures on his phone. None saved to his computer. Nothing. It made him feel a bit sheepish, a bit foolish.
The camera made a soft sound as it captured Freya standing there before him in the dress that he'd chosen for her. She looked like a dream, honestly, and Herryk never wanted to wake up.
"Done," Herryk mumbled quietly, peering down at the picture that was displayed on the screen. He fell back to the bench, his eyes never leaving the image that he'd taken of his Freya.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 12:25 am
Herryk seemed more interested in the picture than the real thing that stood there in front of him. Freya let out a tiny snicker, and her hands rose to her hips as she watched him.
He was so very cute. For the millionth time since he'd first kissed her, she was reminded of just how lucky of a ghoul she was, and she let out a wistful sigh.
She slipped back into the dressing room quietly, changing out of her dress. Her old blue one felt almost.. boring, after wearing something so fancy. The smirk at the mere idea of it left her face.
With Herryk, she felt like she could be anyone or anything she wanted. Even if that meant defying all the labels that had been placed on her since the day she was born. He had the power to wipe her slate clean, just by looking at her. When she opened the door again, with the four dresses they were going to buy, she squeezed them in her arms, and stared at her boilfriend adoringly.
"I'm ready teh goes now, baby boil."
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 1:25 pm
Locking his eyePhone, Herryk tucked it back into the pouch he'd grabbed it from. He wasn't sure if Freya would want to keep shopping -- Herryk wasn't entirely sure what a ghoul would need to go with the dresses she'd picked out -- or if she just wanted to return to her dorm room. He would find out soon enough.
Rising to his feet when she came out of the dressing room, Herryk's face brightened. She was so beautiful. It was incredible how she'd consumed him entirely. His every thought seemed to revolve around her. When he was with Freya, nothing else mattered to Herryk.
"Mmm," he rumbled, holding one arm out for the dresses. He reached out to her with his other hand, intent on twining his fingers throughout hers. "Does Freya want to do any other shopping, elskede?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 1:50 pm
Freya eyed his arm for a moment, and smiled at the gesture. She settled the collection of dresses on his arm, and let out a wistful and content sigh. Her body leaned against his after he'd taken her hand, and rested her head on his arm. She could feel the strength and power hidden within his bicep even as she pressed against it, and a thrill crept up her spine.
"I don't knows." She murmured, turning her head so her lips moved against his skin while she spoke. "Maybe? I just.." She sighed against his bicep. "I don't wants this to end. We shops forever, okay?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 2:35 pm
Herryk pressed a kiss to the top of Freya's head, lingering to enjoy the way her hair felt against his lips. Everything about her was so soft.
"Forever?" He chuckled quietly as they approached the cashier. He didn't pay much mind to the number that the cashier recited. Quickly, and with surprising efficiency, Herryk paid the amount due before tucking the remainder of seeds back into his pouch. Once the cashier was finished packing the dresses in various boxes, Herryk scooped up the bags and turned back to Freya, reaching for her hand once more.
This would be the perfect opportunity for Herryk to fine-tune a few things for their super special, super secret date.
"What is Freya's favorite food?" He asked as he led her out of the store. "And does Freya need anything? Herryk does owe Freya a few pairs of shoes, does he not?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 4:46 pm
"YES! Forever. I don't cares where. Just as longs as it's with yeh."
She heard the cashier and winced, guiltily looking up at Herryk - but he didn't even seem to register it. Freya tried not to shudder with happiness. She took his hand and grinned giddily, ready to answer any question he threw at her if only because she wasn't thinking anything other than best boilfriend in the world best boilfriend in the world best boilfriend in the world~~~
"Freya's huh..? Oh, Freya loves meats! Jerky is favorite, but I loves every kinds of meats there is. I also loves the veggies but ONLY WITH THE MEATS! Together they very tasty, and the veggies are goods for yeh. Makes yeh strongs, makes yehr hair shines. Like mine!" And the braid went swish~
"Freya always needs new shoes. When would I ever says no to shoes?"
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