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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:28 pm
Glancing up at Freya in the midst of tucking the bandages back under the bed, Herryk chuckled. "If Freya would like to sleep now, yes. Herryk can always come back another time to help pack shoes and other things." She wasn't leaving for a while yet, so they had plenty of time to finish getting all of her things together.
"Herryk ah.. was not expecting to sleep over so he has no pajamas. This belt, it is... not comfortable in bed." He cleared his throat. It was lucky for him that the cloth he wore was an intricately long swathe of fabric. "Turn away so Herryk can turn his loincloth into something more comfortable."
He really needed some new clothes.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:34 pm
As tempting as it was to get Herryk to take what little clothes he had off... he had a point! Her eyes opened to saucers. "SHOES." She practically screeched out, looking as though she was going to get up all over again. "I almost forgots I still has to pick out shoes!"
She wouldn't make it far, obviously, due to her own realizations coupled with Herryk likely stopping her. She pointed over to the closet instead, and let out a snicker. "Go takes off the tops of the boxes and find the ones that match with the clothes I had yeh puts in my bag, okay?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:38 pm
Ghouls. Herryk fought the urge to roll his eyes.
"No, back in bed with you!" He shooed her, only turning to face the closet one she'd settled back in bed. "Shoes... why does ladybird have so many pairs of shoes," he muttered under his breath, pulling down four or five boxes of shoes before removing the tops.
The task at hand was not a simple one for the draugr.
"Red with red? Uhh, Herryk forgot what other outfits Freya has." He held up a pointy-looking shoe questioningly. "This pair is good?" Sure, yeah, whatever. Shoes.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:40 pm
Oh.
Boil.
This was going to be harder than she'd thought.
"I has to look good, okay? Shoes makes my legs looks good. And no, those are not goings to go with me. Take the red ones, and the black heels, and the silver ones, and the blue ones, and the white ones.."
There were three white ones.
"Oh and my sneakers. Just in case!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:49 pm
Herryk chuckled. He was very certain that Freya's legs needed no help in looking good, but he didn't want to say anything. As she told him which shoes to grab, Herryk nabbed them and threw them in the bag. He grabbed the first pair of white shoes he saw, tossing those in with the others before grabbing the sneakers she wanted.
Why one ghoul would need so many shoes, Herryk would never know.
"Any others?" He kind of hoped not. Too many shoes. Never not shoes.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:56 pm
"Yeh, the hooked black boots. Yeh sees them, in the corner? Not in a box. Those are my favorites. Puts those in, and that's it!" She felt a sense of accomplishment fill her - even though she hadn't lifted a finger. "And then, that box on my dresser, if yeh close and clasp it, and put it somewheres safe in a corner of the bag so it doesn't opens up and spills everythings everywhere. Ja?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 11:14 pm
Squeezing the final pair of boots into the bag o' boots, Herryk closed it and set it aside. He wasn't sure what was in the box that she mentioned -- it was probably some kind of ghoul voodoo -- but he closed it and clasped it shut before wedging the box into the bag full of clothes.
Mission. Accomplished.
"Ahhh, it is done!" Herryk beamed at Freya as he made sure everything was secured. And then he just kind of ... stood there.
Hello, awkward silence.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 11:30 pm
Wow, that silence was a little awkward. Her content little smile dropped, and then she started to bite her lip. Ooookaaay..
"So."
What, exactly, did they have to be awkward about? He had been cuddled against her not five minutes ago, and neither of them seemed to have a problem. It just seemed like now, now that they were planning on it, it was..
For lack of a better word, yes, awkward.
She gestured him over with one hand. "Yeh puts me to sleep now?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 9:03 am
If he could make it through the mirror room, he could make it through anything. He kept repeating that to himself, knowing full well that this was all about control. He'd come to school to learn how to control his strength and to hone his abilities for battle. This could be used as a personal test.
Aw, s**t. He was fooling himself.
"Move over," he grunted. His previous plan had been to remove his belt and form his loincloth into something more comfortable. Right now it didn't seem like the wisest thing he could do. While waiting for her to make room for him, Herryk sat on the edge of the bed and removed his boots.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 2:46 pm
Freya thought she had already moved as much as she could, but..
"Boil, yehr needy!" She piped up at him, snickering as she smushed to give him even more room. "Goings to wakes up and has a draugr crushings me one morning, I can already tells. Flat as pancakes. Poor Freya, died of being smushed. That is what my tombstones will say."
She turned on her side, and reached out to brush one finger down the lines that the muscles made in his back. There were so many muscles. How did one boil get that many muscles, anyway? Where did they all come from? They moved and shifted as he took his boots off. "Yehr very handsome." Freya whispered. "Yeh knows that, don't yeh?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 5:05 pm
At her soft touch, Herryk glanced over his shoulder at her. He paused for just a moment to look at Freya. Everything was in that one look -- everything that he couldn't say, everything that he'd already said. He smiled softly before turning away. With a soft thud he set his boots alongside the bed. Herryk cleared his throat, clenching his fingers against the side of the bed before swinging his legs up.
"Herryk would never crush Freya," he mumbled, rolling to rest on his side to face her. "And... Herryk had never thought of himself as handsome." He shrugged, bracing his head in his palm so he could peer down at her. "He is big and bulky, but handsome?" He shook his head, smiling. "Herryk is glad Freya thinks so."
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 5:22 pm
Freya settled in, both of her hands flattening against one another and slid under her head. She grinned when they were face to face, but her eyebrows both rose when he told her what he thought of herself. Freya knew she was pretty. She just assumed people as .. well, people like Herryk knew how yum they were, too.
"Yehve got to me kidding me." She breathed out, chuckling quietly. "Herryk. It's kinds of funny yeh don't realize.." One hand pulled away from her head and she brushed the back of her hand against his cheek. "Herryk is the hottest boil Freya has ever met. Ever. Yeh makes me feel all funny when yehr around. Like I don't thinks straight. It's.. haha. It's silly, I knows. But yehve got the most amazing body, and yehr so strong, and beautiful, and then yeh have to go and have the sweetest heart in the world too, and- and it's just not fair."
She'd started to stutter slightly in frustration at her inability to properly express just how perfect Herryk actually was.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 5:37 pm
"It just... was never that important to Herryk?" He shrugged again and slipped his arm under the pillow, crooking it at the elbow before resting his head. "Herryk is proud of his muscles, yes, but... Herryk has never thought about his looks before." He grinned at Freya. "Herryk is glad that Freya thinks he is the hottest boil. Why is it not fair?" He looked genuinely confused for a moment. "After all, Herryk belongs to Freya."
There was nothing unfair about that, right?
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 6:13 pm
"Yehr right. yeh do belongs to me. And don't yeh forget it." She scratched her nails down one of the flat planes of his upper chest when she said it, and made a very possessive face. "But it's not fair that yeh has that.. power. Makes me feel silly. Like I'm not worth it." Which she was, of course. Even as she said it she realized that wasn't quite what she felt. "Or like.. I need to be a better person. Because yehr the best person, and yeh wants.. me. So. I don't know. I'm not making sense, am I? I'm sorry."
She rose her hand up off his chest and put it on her mouth, effectively shutting herself up.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 6:49 pm
Herryk chuckled softly, reaching out with his free hand to grasp her wrist before pressing a kiss against her lips. He then drew her fingers to his lips, pressing teeny little kisses to each fingertip. Only then did he bring her hand back to his chest, keeping it there with his own hand.
"Freya needs sleep. It has been a long day, hmm?" He grinned, squeezing her hand where it rested against his chest. Her skin was warm against his and Herryk took a moment to marvel at it.
"How... does Freya want to sleep? This is Herryk's first time in a bed not by himself, and so ... Herryk does not know what would be most comfortable for Freya."
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