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 Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 9:04 pm
Herryk was pretty much done with the whole talking thing. It only distracted him from what he really wanted to do, which was touch Freya. Grabbing the bag of leftover lobster that the waiter snootily dropped off at their table, Herryk took a mere glance at the bill before tossing the appropriate amount of silver on the table. The lobster he gave to Freya before he slid out from behind the table.
Standing next to their booth, Herryk towered over Freya as he impatiently waited for her to follow. There was only one other question he needed to ask.
"Freya's dorm or Herryk's?"
His voice was a low, almost feral growl.
Sex and intimates! Sex and intimates! Sex and intimates! Sex and intimates! Sexandintimatessexandintimatessexandintimates!!!
Welcome to the Danger Zone.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 9:43 pm
Freya had to lean back just slightly when Herryk loomed over her and growled the question. Who WAS this person? She felt like she had walked into this restaurant with one boil, and was now walking out with another. She knew she had an effect on him, but.. but he was starting to sound like..
"Uhh, we'll just.. goes.. to mines." She stammered out, as the worry started to seep into her voice. Sweet, precious, innocent Herryk. She'd awoken something in him, and far too late was she starting to feel the guilt of it. It wasn't that it wasn't sexy - it just.. it wasn't him.
She took the bags in one hand, and grabbed his hand with another, to pull him out of there before he bent her over the restaurant table and had them banned for life.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 9:52 pm
Herryk didn't understand this sense of.. of.. urgency that had set fire to him. He really wasn't feeling himself. There was something driving him that he didn't completely comprehend. He didn't care by this point, either. He just knew that being around Freya made it hard to focus on other things, and he just hoped that after they explored more of the sex and intimates that they'd discussed earlier, well, maybe he'd start feeling more normal again.
"Hurry," he grunted, clearly unhappy with how slow they were moving. Soon enough he was moving faster, long legs eating up the ground as he fairly dragged Freya along behind him. When she started moving too slow, he gave a small annoyed sound and turned to scoop her up in his arms.
"Herryk carry Freya. Faster this way."
He'd degenerated into a caveman.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 10:46 pm
"Herryk."
His big steps were covering so much more distance than she could maneuver, and then suddenly she was in the air, and pressed against his body.
"Herryk!"
Was he even listening anymore? She barely hung on, though she doubted he would let her fall even if she didn't. Still, they were storming the castle at a worrying speed, and while it was getting harder for Herryk to see reason, it was getting a lot easier for Freya. There was something truly not-sexy about the way she was being carried like meat to the slaughter.
Even if it was against this body.
They reached the dorms before she could really think on it, and the first thing she did when they got to her door was make sure Hel was not in the hallway.
"All right, puts me down." She whispered, and put her finger to her lips to indicate that he should remain silent.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 10:56 pm
Herryk was assuredly not acting like himself. After carrying her back to her dorm, he couldn't even make himself force words past his lips. The only thing he could do was make low grunting sounds, noises who matched the urgent expression on his face. Why wasn't she moving? Why was she talking? Why weren't they in her room yet? Why did they still have clothes on?!
Herryk plopped her down on her feet, his hands immediately moving to the clasps that held his furred cape in position. The fluffy thing fell to the ground, the runestones landing with a heavy thud. His eyes never left hers.
"Freya." The word was mumbled against her finger. What was taking so long?!
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:16 pm
Freya'd barely gotten in when she heard the thump of his cape on the floor, and kicked the door closed without looking away. She had almost gotten her senses back, she really had - but standing here, feeling his lips against her finger, and the sound of his voice, she realized that she was in big trouble.
"Okay, Herryk." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him back down to meet her lips. "Okay."
She kissed him with less of the gentle pressure she'd done in the restaurant, and more of the urgency he'd been exhibiting all along. At least now, they were in private. She only hoped she wasn't about to ruin something really special by going too fast.
Eh. Worth it.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:24 pm
Hel had spent a good portion of her day hovering over her loom, rapidly working without losing her focus on her newest weaving. She sung while she worked (of course), so any shuffling or voices in the hall went unnoticed until she finished. The reaper jumped up from her bench, grinning with glee as she stared down at her weaving. Ooh, she was rather proud of herself! This one had taken quite a while to finish, and she was done! There was only one thing a young ghoul did at a time like this, and that was go show it off to her sister for praise.
The valkyrie hugged the fabric to her chest as she nearly skipped out of her room and zipped right next door to Freya’s. Like a good sister, the younger valkyrie did not knock and just grasped the door handle and flung the door open. “Dearest sister, look what I have toiled over!” She called excitedly. Even before the door was open completely, Hel skittered into the room, only to bounce off of someone who was right near the door.
“Ack!”
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:31 pm
Sexandintimatessexandintimatessexandintimatessexandin -- oh, Miss Hel -- timatessexandintimatessexandintimatessexandintimates -- wait, WHAT?! NO!!? THIS... THIS WAS NOT HAPPENING. He'd just slid his fingers into the waistband of his loincloth and had been working it down his hips while his lips had toyed with Freya's when the door had opened behind him. His head swam as he realized exactly what had just happened.
Blue eyes widened in a mixture of terror and sexual frustration as Herryk jerked his loincloth back up in to position. Reaching down he grabbed his cape and clutched it to his chest like he was a ghoul who was half-naked and had just been walked in on by a curious boil. With a whimper, the hormonal haze that had been floating around him dissipated violently, leaving him nearly speechless.
"Miss HEL," he groaned, "What are YOU DOING HERE?!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:40 pm
While Herryk was reacting like he'd just been caught watching tentacle porn, Freya stayed where she was, blinking the haze out of her eyes. She looked at her sister, and chuckled.
Then Herryk yelled at her, and Freya went on instant alert. "Ach, don't be yellings at her now, she didn't know!" Freya patted his arm, trying to calm him down, but her face looked stern - there would be no yelling at her sister.
"Sorry, crumpet." Freya murmured back to her sister, giving her a guilty smile. "Bad times, I guess. What's that you made, now?"
Hopefully her calm facade would rub off on Herryk, because as it stood, he looked like he needed a time out. She was standing between him and Hel, for.. obvious reasons - to save his dignity just as much as saving her sister from being scarred for life.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:49 pm
Hel shook her head as she recoiled off of a body, and then stood in the open door way and stared at her sister and Herryk.
Dear Jack…what…what did she stumble into? What was Herryk doing in her sister’s room? Why were they against the wall? Why were they kissing? Was he about to pull his loin cloth down? Was that almost romantic? Why did Herryk seem so embarrassed now? Were they….about to do…something?
Sadly, the reason she had barged into her sister’s room was all but forgotten now, as she stared at the two, scrutinizing them. “…Sister, Herryk.” She quietly greeted after a moment, a dark brow arching high as she continued to stare at them. “…I’m not…interrupting anything, am I?” Oh, but she was pretty sure she just did.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 6:55 am
"HERRYK IS NOT YELLING," he said, loudly. The despair and utter embarrassment that filled his voice would have been comical if it wasn't for the very distressed expression on his face. He felt like he could just fall to his knees and sob into his very large hands. So close to discovering the utter bliss that Freya promised. So close.
That didn't matter now. He was more than slightly horrified that Freya's younger sister had walked in on them. It was obvious that Herryk had some apologizing to do. And then he'd leave and stomp off to his dorm, never to emerge again.
"Herryk is very sorry for what Hel has witnessed." He cleared his throat and turned to face her, though he kept behind Freya. The length of his cape would hide anything ...out of place, and Herryk kept yammering.
"Herryk was just leaving," he continued, gripping Freya's shoulders and using her as a shield as he slowly shuffled around Hel and made his way to the door. He was slowly becoming himself again, and he was completely and utterly mortified.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 3:53 pm
Freya had been holding a cool, calm attitude, with perhaps just a tinge of amusement, but Herryk's reactions were starting to get to her. Sure, he was embarrassed, but - she couldn't put her finger on it. Something felt wrong about the way he inched towards the door, the way he said he was 'just leaving', everything just felt like it was suddenly going painfully wrong.
And she wished she didn't care.
She turned her head around to look at him, confusion evident in her face. "It's all right, Herryk." She tried to console him. "Hel understands. Just please relax, okay?"
If one could hear a heart flip flopping, there would be a terrible and wet sound coming from Freya at that moment.
Turning back to Hel, her brow furrowed down low. "Is okay. Herryk and I were just gettings to know one another better, ja? Maybe yeh gives me a minute to say goodbye, then I comes over to yehr room and yeh show me what yeh made."
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 4:16 pm
Hel’s brow stayed in its arched position as she looked back and forth between Herryk and Freya, though in the end her gaze lingered on Freya, and her look said it all.
What did you do?
The younger valkyrie did not doubt that someway, somehow her sister had a hand in this little scene she had walked into, but she had yet to find out the full extent of it. Oh, but she would! For the sake of helping things along right now, Hel grinned, in an attempt to lighten up the atmosphere. “Alright.” She agreed, “I’ll be waiting for you in my room!” So you’d better not try weaseling out of it, was implied. “It was good seeing you, Herryk, I will see you around, yes?” She gave a wave, and now moved around the undead boil and through the door first, where she returned to her room.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:02 pm
Herryk exhaled shakily after offering Hel a relieved smile. He had been terrified that she was going to start asking millions of questions, all of which he was not currently prepared to answer. After Hel left, Herryk immediately turned to Freya and gave her the most apologetic look he could muster.
"Freya," he began, shoving his fingers through his hair, "Herryk apologizes for the way he treated you today." Dropping his hand to his side, he shook his head. His eyes never left hers. Herryk looked more than slightly mortified. "Herryk does not know what came over him. He only hopes that Freya can forgive his terrible behavior." He really did.
"Let Herryk take Freya on another date. A real date. After the field trip? Please?" He wanted to prove that he could do this right, that he wouldn't turn into a monstrously testosterone-laden monster.
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 7:43 pm
Freya knew well enough that Herryk's 'behavior' was her own fault. He was blaming himself, and that just made her feel worse. She backed up until she hit the wall, and flattened herself against it guiltily.
"Is not. Your fault." Her voice was halting, and choppy. "No apologizing." She finally looked up to meet those eyes that begged for her forgiveness, and felt two inches tall in their gaze. "Yeh can take me on as many dates as yeh want, Herryk. I just don't see why yeh'd want to, at this point."
She felt pretty confident she'd ruined something really nice. She didn't know what, but really, she was good at ruining things. Everybody was good at something.. Freya clearly excelled at ruining all that was good in the world.
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