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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 7:01 pm
After briefly chatting with Freya over groanspring, Herryk powered down his laptop and closed the top. Lid? Herryk didn't know. Computers were still pretty confusing to the draugr.
He'd asked her when he should stop by to help her pack. Freya had said now, and so here he was. Making sure that his poofs were secured and fed, Herryk straightened his cape and made his way to the Reaper dorms.
He hadn't seen Freya since settling her after the field trip. He'd missed her and yet Herryk was reluctant to bother her due to her weakened state. He knew she needed rest and relaxation and the draugr wanted to give her enough time to heal before stopping by for a visit.
Herryk had also had much to think about after his conversation with Hel.
Freya had wanted him to bring her things, and so Herryk made a quick pit-stop at a little shop. He bought four different types of spookies, six small bags of candies of various types, a few packaged cupcakes and two different kinds of crackers. Herryk didn't really need to eat, and so he wasn't sure what Freya would like.
From the shop it didn't take long for Herryk to reach Freya's dorm room. With a hearty knock at the door, Herryk reached for the doorknob and let himself in, clutching the hefty sack of junk food in one wide hand.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 7:11 pm
"THE DOORS IS OPEEEEEENSSSSSSSSSSS."
Freya had needed people to come in and out while she was incapacitated. The door hadn't been locked since she'd been put here the day they'd come home. So she was lying on her bed, a blanket covering her upper half since she was sitting up, smacking at keys on her computer.
Not typing. Smacking. And laughing at everything.
Herryk walked in and she turned towards him, grinning so hard it hurt. She held both of her arms out wide. "BABY BOIL YEH CAME! I thoughts yeh were jokings, and then yeh stops talking for such a long times I thoughts I dreamt the whole conversations, haha!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 7:18 pm
Herryk narrowed his eyes at the slapping and smashing of the keyboard. Easing closer, Herryk held out the bag of goodies in Freya's direction before leaning in to plop a kiss on her forehead. He didn't want to linger too close for too long -- it was obvious to Herryk that Freya was hopped up on something. Probably the painkillers she'd been given to take in order to ease the discomfort of the gash on her stomach.
"Of course Herryk is here," he grunted, pulling back. At least she was happy. That was good, even if it was a drug-induced happiness. He shook his head and moved to open the bag that contained all the sugary crap he'd brought. "Herryk is here and he brought things, just like Freya wanted." That's what good boilfriends did, right? He was really going to have to get advice from someone about this, and soon.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 7:49 pm
Freya's arms dropped when Herryk leaned in just to kiss her forehead, but she still seemed giddy with happiness at the effort. She curled herself closer down into her sheet, and poked at the bag. Then she started poking through it, her eyes brightening with delight. "It smells so good.. what did yeh gets me?"
Her hand smushed something soft and squishy, and she pulled out one of the packaged cupcakes. It was so colorful, she stared at it as if it had the secret to life in it.
Then she smushed it in her hand.
"Wooowww.." She breathed out in reverence. "That feels.. so nice."
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 7:55 pm
"Freya," Herryk reached out to grab the bag and the mangled cupcake that Freya held in her hand. "These are not for ... for smushing." Maybe this hadn't been the best of times to come over. "It is for eating, Freya, and ... tch, never mind ladybird." He shook his head and moved the bag of goodies far, far away from Freya's position on the bed. She would undoubtedly appreciate the snacks when she was a little more... lucid.
"Now," he began, as obviously a change in topic was direly needed, "where are Freya's bags?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 8:00 pm
Freya looked heartbroken when the cupcakes and spookies were taken away, and she channeled this heartbreak into her puppy dog gaze as she stared up at Herryk.
"But.. yeh broughts me those.. why cannit I has thems, I will puts them in my mouth I promise.." Her lower lip jutted out to complete the look.
Packing? "Freya has bags.." She pulled the covers over her head and covered herself. "Theys in here."
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 8:05 pm
Exhaling loudly, Herryk opened up one package of crackers. Removing one single cracker from the bag, Herryk turned to offer it to Freya with an outstretched arm only to find that she was under her covers. Completely.
"Freeeeya~" Herryk sing-songed. "Herryk does not think Freya sleeps with her bags." One single black brow lifted as he reached forward to make an attempt at tugging down the blanket. "There would be no more room for Freya in the bed, Herryk thinks."
"Now, Herryk will give Freya this cracker if Freya tells Herryk where her luggage is." That was a fair trade. Herryk was pretty proud of himself for coming up with the idea.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 8:13 pm
When Freya pulled the sheet back, her bright eyes blinked up in hope at the offering. When she saw Herryk holding out a cracker to her, however, the world tilted heavily, dizzily, back into memories that were very forcefully buried within.
"Polly want a cracker?" Jeremy sneered, offering a crumbling, lint-ridden cracker. It probably wasn't a good idea to ask why he even had one.
"Yeah. Polly wants a cracker." Freya seethed out of her clenched teeth. "Why don't yeh comes here and feeds it to me, hah?"
"Hrm..." The hunter hummed, tilting his head back to get a better look at the blonde. It was such a pity that she was a monster...she had a nice body (if you imagined everything else as cosplay). "Yanno what, I don't think I will." He decided, crushing the lint ridden cracker in his tanned fist. "Polly could stand to skip a few meals."
All the color, and life, drained from Freya's expression. She pushed her computer away, slid down and laid on her pillow, mournfully looking up at the boil.
"No." She muttered out monotonely. "Nevermind. I don't wants none of its."
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 8:25 pm
Herryk was perplexed beyond explanation. He'd seen the color drain from her face and it didn't make any sense to him. Was it because he'd called her ladybird? No, it couldn't have been. Herryk called her ladybird just as she called him a baby boil. They were just nicknames, weren't they?
When she looked up at him so profoundly sad, Herryk wasn't sure what to do. He had a suspicion that this had something to do with the field trip, but he didn't know what. Stupidly he'd just kind of hoped that they could put the field trip behind them, and right now he was feeling utterly foolish that the thought had even crossed his mind. They would never be able to put that ordeal behind them completely.
Upset at himself, Herryk rested the cracker with the rest of the junk food he'd brought along with him.
"Freya," Herryk said softly, moving to sit next to her on the bed. "What is wrong?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 9:11 pm
Freya curled around as much of Herryk as she could when he sat beside her, and buried her head into the black of his back.
"Herryk?" A tiny voice piped up quietly. "Do yeh thinks I'm fat?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 7:17 am
A strange stillness came over Herryk. He wanted to roll his eyes and scoff at her, even ridicule her for thinking for one stupid, silly moment that he might consider her fat. Fat? Hah. And yet as much as he wanted to do all of these things, as much as his first instinct told him to laugh directly in her face at such an insane question, Herryk paused. Their relationship was tenuously young. Freya was not feeling well. What would a good boilfriend do?
Herryk had no idea, so the next best thing would be to speak frankly. This called for some face-to-face action, and so Herryk quietly rose from the bed and turned before kneeling at the side of it. He merely stared at her for a long, long time as if contemplating what he should say.
And suddenly there was word-vomit.
"Herryk does not think Freya is fat. Herryk thinks Freya is perfect. Even if Freya was fat, Herryk would still think that she is perfect because Freya is Freya on the inside and this means that Freya is always beautiful on the outside no matter how fat or skinny Freya is not like it even matters because Freya is perfect to Herryk just the way she is now and always." Okay, that went well. Maybe he should start listing all the ways she was perfect.
Excellent idea, Herryk.
"Freya has pretty, soft hair that Herryk likes to touch and she has clear skin that is the prettiest thing that Herryk has ever seen. Freya's eyes are so ... blue, and her... her wings are so big and very ...feathery and Herryk likes them. As for Freya's shape, there is nothing -- NOTHING -- about Freya's form that Herryk finds out of place. Freya is perfect from the top of her pretty head," he pointed to the general area before gesturing at her feet, "to the tips of her pretty toes."
Take notes, Thor, Herryk thought to himself. This is how it is done. He was pretty good at being a boilfriend. No, he was probably the best boilfriend that ever was. Feeling pleased with himself, Herryk beamed at Freya.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 2:54 pm
Freya's head tilted to watch Herryk as he spilled his heart out on the floor. Her face turned all the shades of red it could, until finally she ducked her head back against his skin and tried to rub the color away. There was no way Herryk could have known that a simple 'no' would not suffice, after the trauma was relived. There was no way he could have known that every soft, sugary compliment was soothing the scars left behind by a single phrase. All that he could have known was that she needed him, and he'd delivered.
Her hands clenched her covers into bundles, and her face was wet with big, sloppy tears that fell without her knowledge. They flattened against the skin of his back when they reached it.
"I'll takes that cracker now." She whispered, almost too faintly to be heard.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 3:09 pm
Herryk felt the tears and he sighed softly. Had he messed up? Had he said something wrong? It wasn't until he heard the quiet whisper of Freya's voice that he pulled away so that he could look into Freya's eyes. With the pad of his thumb he wiped away the tears that fell down her cheeks, a soft smile on his lips.
Pushing away from the bed, Herryk reached for the entire bag of snacks.
"Freya can squish all the cupcakes she wants," he said fondly. Quite frankly it didn't matter to him if she smeared them all over everything. As long as she was smiling while she did it, that's all that mattered to Herryk. He returned to his kneeling position next to the bed, chin cupped in his palm as he watched Freya.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 4:04 pm
Freya choked down a laugh when he told her she could squish cupcakes, and she reached around to filch through the bag again, pulling out a box of spookies and tearing into them with the ravenous nature of a starving animal. She cuddled into him like a child and gnawed away, letting out a giggle once in a while.
"My bags are in the closet, silly baby boil." She murmured, stuffing another cookie in her mouth before taking another one and pressing it against his lips.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 5:56 pm
Herryk flashed Freya a charming grin before making a 'nom-nom-nom' noise as he chomped down on the cookie that Freya offered. He was in a pretty good mood and it was obvious by the playful gleam in his eyes. Honestly, he would be content to just sit there watching her get crumbs all over the bed, but he had come to her room with a purpose.
...maybe he'd just sit here for a little while longer.
"Herryk will pack in a while," he snagged another cooking from the bag, tossing it in his mouth. Herryk watched her quietly as he chewed, opening his mouth to speak only after he'd swallowed.
"How long will Freya be gone?" He asked conversationally, reaching for another cookie. As if he didn't already know how long she'd be gone. He felt kind of bad for fibbing (even though he hadn't really fibbed yet), but in his heart he felt that it was best for Freya.
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