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 Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 4:32 am
Today, Freya had woken up at pumpkin sunrise, and watched the smiling face lift into the sky and kiss the world with hazy, lazy light. She had just pushed herself off her windowsill, and decided to get to the arduous task of combing and then braiding her hair, when an ominous feeling fell upon her.
The day had been so beautiful. The air had seemed crisp, and clear. Everything just seemed so right..
Something was bound to go wrong, wasn't it?
She tried to ignore the feeling, and plopped down on her couch, lining all of her unbraided hair up so that she could comb it out. It took a brushstroke of four feet to get from top to bottom, and each brushstroke had to go to the end or she wouldn't be satisfied. Needless to say.. the task took a while.
There was a whinny near the door, as her stunted sleipnir hoofed impatiently with all eight of its hooves, trying to get out.
"All right, all right. RELAX! Make sure yeh reach the outsides this time before yeh lets it out, little scamp." She opened the door, and it bolted outside.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 1:18 pm
Herryk had not really been looking forward to this day. He'd mourned over the fact that he'd not been able to participate in the eating contest for fear of actually winning. He'd never backed down from a challenge before in his life -- and Herryk had yet to come to a conclusion as to what it meant that he actually HAD stepped down from the competition. Freya was loud and talkative and boisterous and bossy -- he couldn't help but compare her to the only other female friend he had, Lattice. Lattice was sweet and quiet and so helpful. Herryk didn't know much about ghouls, really, but he could come to one simple conclusion -- ghouls were utterly and completely confusing.
He'd slowly made his way to Freya's dorm, each step causing the sense of dread in his chest to grow heavier and heavier until it felt like his whole body was made of stone. He might as well been dragging himself to the dorm with his hands, that's how heavy he felt.
Upon reaching the Valkyrie's dorm door, Herryk stood sullenly for a long, quiet moment as he merely stared at the door. After nearly ten minutes passed, he finally lifted up that big, ham-like fist so that he could knock...
...only to have the door open so that a little multi-legged horse could scamper past. A confused expression twisted Herryk's face as he watched the pet dart away, wrinkles contorting his forehead as he turned his gaze back to the now open door, standing there looking somewhat like an idiot with one fist lifted in the air.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 1:33 pm
She had meant to watch the little horse scamper off, but instead Freya found herself looking up, and up, and the boil who had been standing at her door. She opened the door fully, and her head tilted to one side. One brow rose up, and up, in a look of sheer disbelief.
Finally, she barked out a surprised, "Herryk?!", shaking her head as if trying to make sure she wasn't hallucinating.
Nope. The big guy was just standing there, at her door, fist raised as if he was going to knock her for a loop.
Still stunned stiff, she backed away and left the door open, keeping one eye on him carefully. "Yeh, ah, can come in, I guess?" Did she even want to know why he had been standing outside her door like that?
Maybe a little. Like hell was she going to ask, though.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 1:40 pm
Herryk peered down at Freya, an obvious look of disgruntlement darkening his features. Slowly lowering the hand that was held uselessly aloft, Herryk cleared his throat and hesitantly shuffled into her dorm room. It was a nice dorm, clean (unlike his own), bright (unlike his own), and comfortable (...unlike his own). His dorm room was utterly lacking in cleanliness, brightness and comfort.
He felt the urge to work on it if he lived through this lunch with Freya.
"Herryk hopes that Freya has not forgotten about their lunch..." he trailed off. He would be jack damned if he would call this a date. This was not a date. This was not even close to being a date. Just thinking about calling this a date caused the Draugr's brow to lower in a black, black frown.
Beneath thick, lowered brows, Herryk crossed his arms over his chest and eyed Freya.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 1:46 pm
Freya was long past her grudge against Herryk. No, at this point she had only been struggling with one thing - things she knew were bad. She reached over her bed to grab hairties, and stood back up, working her hands through her hair. It was difficult to do while standing, but she had to braid it now or it would never get done.
"Of course I haven't forgotten." She gave him a brilliant, high-watted smile. "I've been lookings forward to it. Buildings up appetites, hah. Hold this." She tucked the end of her hair deep down into the crook of his crossed arms, so she could see what she was doing. "But I don't wants to go with grouchy man, so stop makings that face! Yeh and me, we're goings to go eat someplace out of house and homes. That means smilings, or I refuse to go. Can you smile, Herryk?"
She gave him a c**k eyed glance, as if challenging him to do it.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 1:55 pm
The snarling expression that he'd harbored since entering her dorm faded slowly after she tucked that soft hair into his crossed arms. He carefully grasped the ends of her hair in a meaty fist, pulling the silken strands out of the crook of his elbow. The only hair he'd ever purposefully touched was his own, and Herryk wasn't quite sure how to act. Her hair was so pale against the darkness of his skin, and the way the golden strands glinted in the bright light of her room was somewhat transfixing. Pretty.
That thought was instantly smashed out. He turned his attention back to her face.
"Herryk can smile," he grunted, holding her hair away from his body. He offered her a smile that looked more like a grimace before saying, "Why does Freya have so much hair. It is even longer than Herryk's own."
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 1:59 pm
Though it wasn't meant as such, Herryk's comment on the length of her hair almost sounded like he was insulting it. He was certainly questioning it, at the very least. Being that her hair was her pride and joy, Freya's face fell instantly as though crushed under the weight of his words. She let out one, two, three sharp breaths, pouting childishly, before she wrapped her hands around her hair and slowly pulled it away.
"I likes my hair." She muttered under her breath, turning her back on him to finish braiding it. "I grows it all my life to be this long. Sorry if it upsets you."
Her fingers ran through it one last time, before deft movements finally worked three sections until the long, loose braid she always wore.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 2:09 pm
Exhaling harshly, Herryk watched the spun-gold of her hair trickle through his fingers as she pulled it away. "It does not upset Herryk," he fussed, crossing his arms over his chest again. His fingers itched and he wasn't sure why he wanted to touch her hair again, but he did. He hadn't wanted to touch Lattice's hair. Freya must have some sort of magic hair. Herryk narrowed his eyes.
"Herryk likes long hair," he offered as some sort of apology for somehow hurting her feelings. "Freya ... " He trailed off, driving his fingers through his own long hair. This was frustratingly awkward, and Herryk didn't know how to fix things. He wanted to fix things. Herryk wanted to make friends and the thought that he'd upset someone really bothered the Draugr, just like it had when he'd left the eating competition.
"Herryk is sorry for all of the mean things he said at the Terror Warrior and to Hel and he is also very sorry for upsetting Freya because he didn't really mean to upset Freya especially about her hair because her hair is pretty and long and soft and smells nice."
Wait, what?
If his skin wasn't so dark, the blush that lit up his face would shine like a beacon. Herryk looked utterly horrified.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 2:16 pm
The fingers that had been twisting hair into a braid stopped, one of the sections dropping right out of her hand. He couldn't see her face, which was good. Very good. She didn't want to be seen right now. She tried to salvage the moment, picking the dropped section back up and returning to braiding her hair. After a long moment of silence, she answered - and hoped her soft voice wasn't betraying her.
"Is okay. I thinks we started on the wrong foots, ja? I'm sorry for mean things, too." She said all of this while still turned away, because it gave her just enough time to let the blush that kissed the apples of her cheeks fade. When she was confident she didn't look like a fool, she wrapped the hairties around the end of her braid and turned around quickly. Her face was lit up with a friendly grin.
"See? This much better now, we can go and eats without sadness." She hopped up a step, leaned up on her toes, and her own arms dropped to rest on top of his crossed ones, resting her full weight there. "I still order four lobsters though, okay? I makes it up to you one day though. One day."
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 2:25 pm
Herryk wasn't sure how to react beyond clearing his throat and offering her another smile, this one much more genuine. He was glad that she hadn't laughed at him. That would have sent him running, never to speak to her again. He'd just started talking and talking and talking. Talk about getting carried away with himself.
"Yes, wrong foot," he said under his breath, staring down at her for a few long moments before nudging away slightly. He didn't want to pull away completely for fear that she'd fall flat on her face. Besides, he liked the way her skin looked in comparison to his own. She was so pale and small -- kind of like Lattice, but he hadn't felt the urge to toss Lattice over his shoulder and haul her away. It was confusing to Herryk, but he couldn't help it. There was something utterly familiar about Freya, something he couldn't put his finger on. All he knew was that it wasn't Freya that was familiar it was just ...
He didn't know. It was frustrating, the same kind of frustration that he felt when he looked at his runes and drew a blank.
"We should get going," he said gruffly, "so that Freya can order her four or six lobsters." Or ten. He didn't care.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 2:35 pm
"HAH! You says that but you don't want to watch me eats six lobsters. It won't be pretty." And eating four lobsters.. will?
Freya was observant enough to notice him pulling away, and she dropped off of him, looking at him critically. "Does Herryk not likes when people touch him?" This was an important question for her - because she knew, above all, she was a very physical person. In fact, she was going to prove once and for all just how much Herryk did, or did not like being touched - by getting behind him and jumping on his back. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders - which was hard, they were so big, and strong, and -
Don't focus on that, Freya. Don't you do it, she told herself.
"Yeh take Freya to lunch now!" She sounded like she was trying to get him to move. She might as well have been saying 'mush' or 'yip yip'. But really, this was just a test of his boundaries. She had none, this much was obvious.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 10:11 pm
Herryk doubted that anything Freya did could be taken as anything but pretty.
That thought made him feel a little uncomfortable. He really wasn't sure what was going on with his brain, but it was allowing his thoughts to take him places that he really shouldn't visit. It was almost panic-inducing, really, the effect that she seemed to have on him -- and they barely knew one another, in all honesty.
"Herryk doesn't mind being touched," he squeaked out, his voice breaking on the last word. He wasn't sure what to make of her next action, but the feel of her soft skin against his was enjoyable, to say the least.
Maybe too enjoyable.
Giving a strangled sound, Herryk did as Freya ordered. To keep her from sliding off of his back, he wedged his hands behind her knees in typical piggy-back style.
"Herryk is not sure where we are going," he said, his voice taking on that high-pitched prepubescent tone again. He hoped she didn't make fun of him; he was already mortified.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 10:44 pm
Herryk was strangely cooling to hold. It was nice, because a warm body would feel uncomfortable smashed together with hers. Sweating would occur. Blech. But Herryk felt like hugging a giant, toned, muscle- stop that, Freya, she warned herself sharply.
"Good. I thinks it's important, touching. I grew up with many, many sisters. We were always touching one another. It means we loves each other and aren't afraid of silly things like taboos or such. Do you has any family, Herryk?"
As for where they were going.. she was sure he had some sort of plan. When he admitted - in that precious little voice, what was even happening there - that he didn't know, she dropped her face into his shoulder and snickered.
"You said you were taking Freya to lunch! That means you should knows where we go! We finds a place, okay?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 10:55 pm
Herryk shook his head, more than mildly distracted by Freya's body pressing against his back. He cleared his throat loudly before answering Freya's question.
"Herryk does not have family here." That was all he had to say on the matter. He remembered 'waking up' in Halloweentown and that was pretty much the extent of his memory. It had been unsettling. Almost as unsettling as the feel of Freya's --
Nope. Stop it. Right now.
Exhaling loudly, he quickly banished all thoughts of how soft Freya's frontparts felt against his back. Herryk did not like being confused about things he was feeling. Not one bit. He hadn't felt like this when Lattice touched him and it was starting to get worrisome. Maybe he needed to visit the school nurse.
"Lunch, yes. Herryk does not know where to find lobsters." He gave a little bounce, settling her more firmly against his back. He didn't allow himself to think about the way her skin felt against his. Okay, maybe for just a second or thirty, but that was it.
Making his way out of the Reaper dorm, Herryk paused as he glanced around. "Which way should Herryk go?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 11:00 pm
.. he really didn't know where to go.
And neither did she.
They were going to walk around aimlessly for hours until one of them ate the other out of starvation, weren't they?
"Uhhh, goes outside, for starters." That seemed a little obvious, but.. "And close my door behind yeh, please? I would do it but I likes it up here. Good view." She dropped her chin right on his shoulder and looked onward to the doors.
"Maybe.. when we gets outside, you go left?"
Yep. They were going to wander aimlessly.
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