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 Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 8:05 pm
He wasn't sure what to make of the ones that Freya pointed out though he did try to give it a chance by picking up at least the top and holding it over his torso as if trying to decide if he could really pull it off. Kettil stared over at Freya with a raised eyebrow.
"I dunno if this suits me," he admitted with a small chuckle. He saw a cute image on the top of a different set and pointed at them, "That's kinda cute, even if it isn't as patterned?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 10:23 pm
Holding it up against him made her squeal at how adorable it looked. But alas, it was not meant to be. She only looked a tiny bit crushed, until he picked out a new pair. She took a step closer to see the little owls, and the longest, most saccharine saturated 'aw' ever known to man broke free out of her. She clung to the shirt and nodded. "They are so cutes.. little owls in love. Ja, this is the one. Yeh buys this okays!"
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 10:27 pm
"We'll get them both," he said simply as he moved to drape the one she'd chosen over an arm and got the other one that seemed to please her as well, "Y'know so I can switch between them when one is in the laundry."
He might not have enjoyed the pink patterned owl-strocity she had picked out but if it made her happy he'd wear it for her no questions asked. Besides doubting how it looked on him the fabric felt very nice and comfortable to wear just by touching.
"We done in this place?" He asked after he double checked the size tags on both things.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 10:39 pm
Freya looked at her empty hands when Kettil took the pair that he didn't like, but she did. She then looked at him, checking the tags, and let out a sharp little sigh. Her arms wrapped around his middle and she buried her face into his chest.
"Yeh don't has teh buys them just because I picks them, Hooter." She murmured affectionately into his chest. "Yehr goings teh spoils me, untils I am rotten and expectings of everything. Buys the one yeh likes, baby-"
There was a hitch in her voice, and her heart clenched with a sudden, wrenching pain. Her head swam, and she leaned heavily on Kettil, trying not to crumple to the floor.
It hurt. It hurt so much she couldn't think.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 10:47 pm
There was a blink as he wrapped his arms around her being careful to place his arms up under hers in case she decided to collapse because of how she was leaning on him so heavily. He just rested his head on hers, "Freya Byrnhildr, I never once said I hated it, I just don't know if I'd look good in it," he corrected softly with a small chuckle, "if you think I can pull off that much pink then I will wear it until the threads go bear and then go out to buy another one just like it just for you."
He moved and kissed the top of her head, "Because that is how much I love you. That I would do anything for you and be anything you need me to be even if it is as simple as wearing a pair of pajamas you really liked at the store."
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:08 pm
"It's not about the pajamas, it's not about-" She mumbled this even as he continued to speak about them, as if not really listening while he tried to reason away his choice. But she silenced when he kissed her head, and her strength returned to her when he told her he loved her. She picked her head up, and looked at him guiltily. She didn't deserve someone so pure-hearted as Kettil. That soft, sweet loyalty that she could see shining in his eyes. Didn't he know what a mistake he was making?
"I almost calls yeh baby boil, Kettil." Her heart clenched in a dose of fear. Lie to him, it begged. Never give him a reason to turn cold on you, too. "That was Herryk's nickname."
There was never any room for lies.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:17 pm
He'd missed it, that much is true, but then again he wasn't around much when it was Herryk AND Freya together, he'd always dealt with them separately. Formspring? He didn't read it because at the time it hurt too much though he never once admitted such a thing to Freya, not for a single instant.
To say that this admittance that Freya spurted didn't hit him in the heart in some matter would have been a lie. It hit him in a sore spot but instead of withdrawing from her he just kept holding onto her, "Listen, okay, I'm sorry I'm not the brightest boil in the room," he said quietly against the hair as he started to pull the pieces of Freya back together or at least tried to after her admission, "but I never, ever once expect you to stop thinking about him and that includes...Saying or doing things that you have with him while you were dating Herryk."
He hugged her a bit tighter, "We'll build new things together, right?" As much as it hurt his pride that she still thought of Herryk, even while with him, he wasn't going to abandon her for it, pride was easily patched up.
Serious conversation in the middle of a store? Sure why not. That was just how they rolled.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:21 pm
Freya started to get angry.
"No, no is not right, Hooter!" She squirmed, weakly trying to get out of his arms without any real force behind her movements. Somewhere deep down, she didn't want him to let go; but she didn't deserve to be there, either. "Yeh can't just be okays with this. Yeh can't! I'm hurting yeh and I knows it! I knows it because the idea of yeh callings me Newaka, at first, it hurts me too! I knows yeh better than yeh knows yehrself, Hooter, yeh can't just tells me yehr all right with this!"
Her voice cracked in the end, and her attempts to get away slowed to a stop. She wanted to feel like someone who deserved Kettil. She wanted to feel like the good ghoulfriend he was meant to have.
But right now, she felt like a pile of s**t.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:29 pm
Her anger was ineffective to him for the most part he didn't let her go but he didn't tighten his grasp either. His head lifted as he just stared at her quietly, evenly, "I have to accept it, Freya, because no matter what I do I cannot get time to turn back and make you mine from the start. I have to accept that he had made an impact on you and that I was just on the sidelines," his tone was low, not angry but firm, adamant.
"I can't just be angry because I wasn't the boil you were with the entire time, I just can't. I can be hurt by it, sure. Just like you can be hurt by the fact that Lar and I grew up t'gether but..." He closed his eyes and finally let her go his arms sliding toward his side, "Freya, we can't live in the past, I can't sit there thinkin' about how when you were with Herryk if ...he was more...than me when you guys were intimate..It'd poison me. It'd poison us."
His hands clenched into fists before they relaxed a bit, "I might not be an experienced boil but in my heart I do know that...That sorta thinkin', that sorta poison won't keep you there with me, than if I just accepted it."
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:49 pm
As soon as his hands dropped away, hers were in action, clinging to him to keep him from leaving. She listened to every word he said, and although her mind was never well tuned to logic, she tried, with every fiber in her being, to see things his way. To push away the jealousy, the fear, the loathing, the absolute terror, for just enough time to see that he was still here. He still wanted her. He was trying, harder than she ever could, to accept things as imperfect and move forward.
Her hands unclenched his poor vest, and her palms rested against his chest, brushing down softly.
"Can yeh really.. I mean... do yeh really.."
She pursed her lips and then managed the will power to look up into his eyes.
"Are yeh sure I'm even worth all that?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:55 pm
He'd stood still the entire time even as she clung to him as if afraid that he would turn and leave her behind he just stayed as he always did simply because that was how he behaved. His eyes met hers and with pajamas still draped over his arms he reached up to cup her face, "Freya, if I doubted I couldn't be strong enough for you I would never have asked you to start being with me as in more than just a friend."
His thumbs brushed over her cheeks as he just smiled a little, "My Freya, of course I think you are worth it. I do not spend time with those that I don't consider worthwhile."
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 12:04 am
It was exactly what she needed to hear.
Freya's arms wrapped around Kettil, holding him without the desperation she'd possessed earlier. She lost herself in his eyes, constantly awed at how he looked at her. She moved in, with a careful slowness, and got up on her tiptoes to reach his lips. This time, when she kissed him, her eyes stayed open and trained on him. At least, that was what she intended, until the soft warmth of his kiss made her eyelids flutter.
She pulled back just enough to breathe again, and took a shaky, staggered breath. Her eyes closed, and she whispered very quietly against his lips. "I loves yeh, Kajika. I don't knows that there was ever a time I didn't."
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 12:09 am
When she leaned up he more than happily leaned toward her and completed the connection, his eyes closed briefly even as the kiss broke and she whispered words against his lips that made his heart give a joyful beat or two. "I feel the same for you, Túkut," he murmured back using the word he had always used for her with no exceptions what-so-ever.
He leaned up and kissed her forehead now, "Come, let's get the shopping here done so we can get you a new bed and a good meal, hm?"
After all the sooner they got things done the sooner they could spend some time alone.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 12:21 am
All of her weight rested against Kettil again, but for entirely different reasons. "Mm." She muttered in agreement, though she didn't move, mostly because she was jelly melting against him. Someone was going to need a mop to get her out of there, soon.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 12:26 am
He just held onto her with a small laugh, "My ghoul," he said softly and nuzzled his nose against hers for a moment, "c'mon get yer wits," he teased softly, "I can make you melt more appropriately when we're back home."
Whether he was going to hold true to that promise or not was another matter entirely.
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