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 Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 11:54 pm
Freya nudged his convulsing body with one toe.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 11:54 pm
...He reached up and suddenly grabbed her ankle.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 11:57 pm
Freya screamed the moment her ankle was at risk, and she tugged her leg away, trying to pull it out of his grasp. This failed to work, of course, so she instead tried to walk away. She dragged Kettil across the floor as she hobbled, one long and troublesome step at a time, until her other ankle gave out and she fell in a crumble onto the floor, right on his head.
"ACH, HOOTER!" She tried to scramble off of him, confident that she had broken his nose with her knee.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 12:01 am
He stayed grabbing onto her even as she dragged him along and after a few moments she fell on top of him. This would have hurt a lot more if she had probably been a lot heavier but it didn't exactly feel that great either. Kettil let out a sound (and let go of the ankle) as he curled up on his side and covered is face rubbing it vigorously as if that made it better.
..It also smeared blood on his face but let's not get into that.
The worst thing that seemed to happen was that she managed to bloody his nose and make it tender, "Owowowowow..." He hissed under his breath, "why am I so Jack damn stupid?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 12:04 am
"Oh GODS, yehr bleeding!" She screamed, bent down and fussing as she tried to see if anything was broken. This of course meant she was trying to touch it, which was probably the last thing he wanted from her at the moment. She scrambled up to get a dishtowel, and brought it back, trying to wipe away what blood he'd smeared on his face. Every time she got near enough to try and feel the nose, his hands got in the way and she fussed and made noises in frustration.
But finally, when she decided that the nose wasn't broken, and it looked worse than it was, she just handed him the towel and pushed his head back. That was what people always did, with bloody noses.
What was even.
Freya stopped to survey her life, and the situation she'd found herself in, and just started giggling.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 12:08 am
"I am," he said in an almost mournful tone even as she fussed at him he sort of begrudgingly let her though he still felt like trying to hold onto it or hide his face in some way even as she fussed at him with dishtowel in hand. Suddenly his head went back and his hands were free of his face and he just laid there for a moment.
..She was giggling.
"...Keh..Heh.. Whuuf?" He said sounding rather stuffy.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 12:12 am
"Oh, Gods." His horrible attempt at speech just made her laugh all over again. She waved her hands in dismissal, and tried to get a hold of herself. "Just.. shhh, don't says nothing. Just lie back and waits until it stops bleeding." But as much as she really wanted to, she was still giggling here and there.
She helped settle him down onto the floor, so he could lie in peace and wait for the bleeding to stop. Then she made sure he kept the towel on his nose, and settled down beside him.
"Ach, Hooter." She let out in a long, chuckled sigh. It felt so good to laugh.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 12:15 am
"Buh Ah wand tuh," he protested stuffily and then after a few adjustments he held the towel himself and just stared at the ceiling waiting for the bleeding to stop obediently. Other than that one bit of speech he made he stayed quiet.
He let out a small laugh of his own. Only him and Freya could manage this sort of thing together.
Only they could be sad and crying one moment and suddenly goofing off the next.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 12:18 am
Hearing Kettil trying to talk just made Freya start up in hysterics again. So she was glad when he finally quieted down, and she just waited patiently, drumming her fingers on his chest, for the blood flow to stop.
He'd better not get any on her rug.
After a few minutes, she crawled up to get a look at it, pushing his hand and the towel away. Her eyes thinning critically, and her finger brushed under the nose to see if there was any fresh blood there.
"How's it feelings?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 12:24 am
Hearing her laugh was wonderful.
He let her do whatever she wished to help the process along and when she moved to check on his face he let her towel and hand moving away so she could do what she needed to. Kettil was busily staring at her face and watching her.
Was he needy? Was it right? Was it wrong? Was it too early for both of them? Either way as he stared directly at her lips as the question formed out of it and before he could stop himself he gave her a semi-bloodied kiss as a response.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 12:30 am
Freya was busily staring at his nose when it came closer than she'd expected. The first thought that went through her mind, as his lips pressed against hers, was worry. The worry that he was about to hurt his nose by smushing it against her face. She tried to cross her eyes to see if he was doing so, which of course meant Freya was crossing her eyes while Kettil kissed her.
But it only took a few seconds for the actual event to register. Bloody kisses tasted metallic and warm, and her eyes uncrossed as they flickered up to look into his.
He was kissing her for all the wrong reasons. And when her lips parted in a surge of desire, she kissed him back for all the wrong reasons, too.
Her palms planted on the floor, on either side of him, to hold herself up. The day was about to take it's final toll on her heart, and she knew by the sway of her body that she wasn't going to be conscious for long.
But for a few brief seconds, she just kissed him. And nothing else got in the way.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 12:36 am
He reached up and touched her cheek for a moment as he kissed her even fighting back the urge to laugh when his eyes opened and he saw her eyes cross. Kettil pulled out of the kiss when he noticed her swaying he wasn't sure what to make of it but still he needed to make sure she was alright. He and his bloodied nose would be fine.
"You alright?" Kettil asked quietly as he noticed - or rather felt - her body give a bit of a sway.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 12:37 am
Freya's answer was a goofy smile, a huffed out chuckle, and a pair of eyes rolling back into her skull.
She lost consciousness, and slammed her face right into his neck.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 12:46 am
"....Guess so," he said softly.
He started to shift a bit carefully so he could get up while also attempting to carefully collect the thinned out Freya in his arms, she didn't feel like she'd gained the four pounds she claimed she did. Light as ever he gazed around her room - he'd been about to place her in her bed but ...
...Her room looked like a tornado hit it still despite any intervening help.
Kettil clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and then simply carried the Valkyrie out of her room (with some minor juggling with the door) and then to his room (more door juggling) where he was met with a very surprised Familiar.
"She ... had a very rough day, her bed is broke, and she tried to break my face, the face breaking was my fault," he answered both possible questions on the Owl's mind before she could even ask them. She watched as the Reaper placed Freya on his bed and covered her up before she flew over to keep a watchful eye on the ghoul.
Kettil? He wandered off to clean the blood off of his face and very tender nose.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 12:52 am
It was a little known fact that a person did not dream when they were unconscious. Dreaming required REM sleep, a state that required time to arrive at. Freya was not dreaming. But she thought she was.
After the room stopped spinning, Freya slit open her eyes. She saw a beak. A soft, breathy chuckle left her when she saw it, and her eyes closed again. Her body shifted, just slightly, for comfort. Then she lifted one hand, and flopped it at Endzela's feet. Her fingers flexed just enough to brush against the surface.
"Hmmm." Freya's eyes fluttered, and her face turned to press against the pillow. Now, after a day filled with crying, and heartbreak, and anger, and loss, and suffering, and longing, and sheer shock - Now, she was ready to sleep.
"Gnite, Endy." She whispered, before her lips parted and her jaw slackened. She slowly drifted off, content in what she thought was her dream.
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