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 Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 6:29 am
What? Cute? Since when was he cute? Mot stared down in befuddlement at the ghoul, her hands on his face as if attempting to push his words back inside him.
He smiled as she insisted she share more of her future plans, patiently letting her get it all out.
"Oh, you mean Salbei?" Mot spoke with interest, "I have met him. I am not fond of Horsemen or their methods, but I must say he is very.. charismatic?"
"But I'm glad to hear you will give the World a try. I'm sure if nothing else you will find some form of enlightenment. A ghoul of your ambition is sure to find it."
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 11:15 am
“Yes. Gramps.” Hel repeated, idly pulling on Mot’s cheeks gently. Yes, Hel knew his name was Salbei…but really, his names was Gramps…or Grandpa…or Old Man. “Oh?” The reaper perked up considerably now. “You met Gramps?” She grinned now. “Ya! He does not seem like the other Horsemen…I mean, he was even at Battle of the Bands, watching! That is where I met him! I was surprised he could hear anything going on, given how old he is. I should make him a hearing horn…” Hel trailed off, musing at this. “Oh! He sent me a Scaretines as well!” Man, the ghoul was just on a chattering role right now. “He says I am a problem child, but I think that just means I am the favorite.”
Hel let go of Mot’s face, and then rolled up into a sitting position. She took a spot next to the Grim, sitting cross legged and resting her hands on her ankles. “…Heh. Thanks!” She replied, looking over at him. “I still think you will have a promising future, Mot. Though I have had many changing thoughts about the future…I have never doubted that for you for even a moment. It is a gut feeling.” She patted her stomach, and then idly rocked on her bottom.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 9:30 am
He was at Battle of the Bands?
:I
Mot did not have the best memories of that event. A lot of knocks to the head and a very public announcement about his lack of competence in bed.
Yeah...
"The favorite, huh? Well, keep at it, Trouble." Mot would attempt to persuede her not to favour a Horsemen too much, but he did not believe his opinion on them would sway the proud Valkyrie. Just how many little fans did Salbei have?
Mot chuckled softly, his gaze flicking away from Hel, out onto the water instead. "A gut feeling? Who am I to question that? I guess I have no choice but to keep at it then." However it was he was supposed to go through with it, he wasn't sure.
"Other than that cottage, what other dreams do you have, Hel? Since you say they often change."
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 9:44 am
“You know it.” Hel replied with a grin, and then laughed a bit. “Mhm. One does not doubt or ignore gut feelings…”
At his question, Hel gave a thoughtful hum, and then sprawled out, resting back on her hands and stretching out her legs in front of her. “…Well…when I first came to Amityville…my plans, hopes, and dreams included getting married, having more friends than I could shake a stick at…and funny enough, I had no career in mind, really. There is not really anything to aspire towards where I come from, aside from being the best of the best of…whatever. Now though…” She sighed a bit, and smiled wryly as well.
“Marriage leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I am trying to tell myself that I can make it just fine all by myself...” Something about the way she said that hinted that she knew she couldn’t, no matter how much she wanted to believe she could. “…I want to nurture and keep close the friends I do have, that I can count on one hand…and I want to become a Trick or Treater. Causing havoc and getting paid for it sounds right up my alley.” She grinned a bit. “I do not care to be rich…but I will make sure I secure enough funds to want for nothing of material value. Somewhere in there...I want to find..." Her voice grew a bit soft. "...Happiness and...peace.” She nodded her head a bit. “Those are my hopes and dreams now.”
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 9:52 am
Poor Hel. Mot never understood the obsession with Marriage. Perhaps it was because of how she was raised. The women of her family aspiring for power and the fate that eventually they would be married to someone just as strong or more? He didn't know much of the details surrounding her traditions. He could only speculate based on what he'd seen.
"I think those are beautiful dreams, Hel." Mot murmured, looking down at his hands as they fidgeted. "Even the part about causing havoc, since it is so very you." He gave a chuckle at that.
"I don't know how you'll find it, but I know you can. Keep your heart open, Hel. I believe in you."
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 10:04 am
Hel was silent as she went over Mot’s words again and again in her head. Keep your heart open. I believe in you.
Probably…probably the best advice and encouragement she had received thus far, hands down.
It made her heart swell, and she looked over at the grim with the utmost grateful expression. If Hel had been a lesser ghoul, she’d probably be weeping like a b***h right now, but she was Hel Brynhildr, and Hel Brynhildr made it a point to not cry, so she didn’t.
“Thank you…” Her lips twisted a bit as she tried to express what she was feeling. “Thank you for…just…letting me stumble.” She grimaced. “No…no, not like that…well…ya…like that.” She drummed her fingers on the rocks. “…Thank you for…letting me stumble along the path I want, without any criticism or judgment. I truly appreciate it.” She smiled a bit then, and nodded her head, because that sounded right.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 10:07 am
Mot smiled widely, a sparkle in his eye at having helped Hel, even a little. For her to thank him so dearly truly meant a lot. While he usually defaulted to accosting her or nagging, he truly always wanted her to be happy. And even if she stumbled, he'd be there to pick her up, keep her going on the path that her heart insisted she take.
"What are friends for?" He grinned.
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 10:15 am
Hel couldn’t help but grin back, because really, it was true. So true. That statement never felt so true until this moment. “Also, remember Mot, name your first born after me!” She laughed at that, and then perked up.
“Neh, Mot? Sing something with me again! Like that one time on the train.”
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 10:18 am
Mot laughed loudly at her request, shaking his hand in lieu of his head. "I'd have to talk that one over with my non-existant wife."
Mot tilted his head at her request, giving a smile and a nod after a moment. "Certainly. Anything you'd like."
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 10:21 am
Hel chuckled, and wiggled when Mot catered to her request. Okay…song…song…ah ha! She knew one she had been very fond of as of late.
“I don’t like walking around this old and empty house~”
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 10:23 am
Mot smiled softly, leaning back on his hands as he settled his gaze out onto the lake once more.
"So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear."
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 10:29 am
Hel just had to grin, pleased, as Mot already knew which one she was singing, and it really made her day that he indulged her in this little request. Her favorite parts were definitely when they sung together. At the end of the song though, the ghoul was quiet for a while, because there really was nothing more to say at this point in time.
“…Thanks for coming out here today.” She finally uttered. “It has been wonderful.”
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 10:30 am
Mot smiled warmly, glad he'd come out here as well. "Sorry I was irritable at first. Today truly was a pleasant day."
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