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 Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 8:07 pm
Herryk paced outside the front entrance of the mall. The boil kept checking his eyePhone's clock. He'd asked Freya to meet him here at midday and it was nearly twenty past. What was keeping her? He was going to take Calder's advice to heart -- he wanted to buy Freya something pretty -- but he was too nervous to go out and pick something out on his own.
This would be the dress that she would wear on the date that he'd been planning since their arrival back home from Sif's wedding. Everything had to be perfect, and the thought that something might go wrong was enough to cause Herryk to panic.
Nothing could go wrong.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 10:56 pm
Freya was late. Do we even need to discuss why she was late? She's a ghoul, of course she was late. She had to pick out the right outfit for her outing with Herryk, and then she had to brush all of her hair - twice - until it gleamed brighter than the sun. Then she had to feed her pets and change her outfit, because by this time it had gotten old and she was disgusted by it. Then she brushed her hair again, and THEN she walked out of her dorm and headed to the mall.
When she finally reached the front entrance, her nose was pink from the cold, the fur was pulled up tight around her neck for warmth, and her legs were frozen stiff because no amount of chill made Freya wear pants on a date.
"Tada! I am heres, baby boil!" She couldn't feel her legs anymore.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 6:28 pm
"Herryk has been waiting for a long time," Herryk grunted as he opened a door for Freya. He followed in behind Freya, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he moved up alongside of her. That was as close to a complaint as Herryk would get. He was far too nervous to badger Freya for making him wait.
"Which store does Freya wish to visit first?" He was already planning on buying the ghoul whatever she wanted -- within budgetary reason, of course -- though he would have one stipulation. She had to buy a dress. One dress of her choosing.
He kept his arm wrapped around Freya's shoulder, drawing her closer. It was times like these that he wished that he had heat she could leech from. It saddened Herryk that he did not have warmth to offer her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 7:43 pm
Freya responded to his complaint in the maturest way she could manage - by sticking her tongue out and climbing all over him for a hug. He held the door open for her and she hopped off, choosing instead to curl under the arm that he offered around her. While Herryk might have been worried that his body did not possess the warmth to chase her chill away, what he didn't realize was that the thrill of being in his arms again made her blood race. Her body flushed with warmth just by feeling his tender touch, and where his skin rested, her own blazed with a lovely heat.
"Hmmm.." She put her finger to her lips, and looked around with glittering eyes. She was in her element - and she was practically shaking with excitement.
"Oh, oh, let's go to the toy store! We can has a little funs before we shops for clothes, yes?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 8:02 pm
The.. toy store. Herryk blinked a few times.
"If.. if Freya wants to go to the toy store.. then Freya will have what Freya wants."
He was having a flashback to his first time in the toy store. That was where he'd met Zurine, and where he'd purchased the owls for Freya. It wasn't quite what he had in mind when he'd told Freya to meet him at the maul, but he wasn't going to argue with her about it.
He would just much rather see her trying on clothes.
With a heavy sigh, Herryk made his way to the toy store. Far be it from him to deny his ladybird.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 9:11 pm
Freya squealed in delight, hopping up and down as she dragged the draugr in. "We'll only stays a few minutes, come on."
She went straight for the dolls aisle, and started picking up little headless dollies in lovely gothic dresses. When she turned the doll over, it coo'd.
"Awww, isn't it cute!" She giggled, handing Herryk the doll and tucking it gently into the crook of his arm. She took a step back, and tapped her finger to her cheek, pondering on the look of it for a moment.
"Herryk." No one could get too mad while holding an adorable headless doll, right? "I wants teh tell yeh something. But yehr not gonna like it. Do yeh wants to hear it now, or after we're done shoppings? It's not important, it can waits."
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 9:33 pm
Herryk gave a very, very heavy sigh when Freya placed the doll in the crook of his arm. He stared down at the little headless thing while Freya spoke about needing to tell him something. She said he wasn't going to like it and yet at the same time that it wasn't important.
That meant that it was obviously important, and he was probably going to be very upset. This was not the way that Herryk had planned this would go. He was already so nervous that he could choke, and now Freya wanted to tell him something that he wasn't going to like and yet it wasn't important -- at the same time.
The draugr narrowed his eyes and reached for the doll.
"Tell Herryk now."
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 10:06 pm
He already had that look on his face. That look that meant he was going to get all intense and serious and.. gods, but that face tore her in two. She couldn't decide if she was worried or aroused. She focused on the doll, tweaking the dress slightly.
"Really, we can just goes and tries on some dresses first, Freya will model all the dresses for yeh, and yeh can picks anything yeh wants me teh wear. This can waits until later. Really."
Her eyes flickered up to him, and then down again, as she reached into the doll's middle and picked it up in both of her hands. She held it in front of Herryk's face, squeezed it, and grinned childishly as it cried out "Mmmaaama."
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 10:11 pm
If Herryk hadn't already been completely stressed out about planning this perfect date, he would have laughed, tapped his beloved Freya on her nose and agreed to her wishes. However, he knew this stalling tactic. Herryk had dealt with this before. It usually meant that he was not going to like what she had to say.
Reaching for the doll, Herryk gripped it in one massive fist. The doll gave a "Mmmaaammfmfghhghghhhhhhheeehhhh" sound, garbled and twisted. An audible crunch soon followed.
"Freya."
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 10:16 pm
Freya's grin turned into a look of look of absolute terror when she watched the doll get crushed, and she let out the tiniest of squeaks before a nervous laugh escaped her.
"OKAY I TELLS YEH, but yeh has teh promise not teh over-react too much." She sort of wanted him to over-react.. just not enough to ruin their date.
Which she was doing perfectly well aaaall on her own.
"A very bad boil kissed me yesterday. His name is Mac, and I thinks yeh should teach him a lesson."
Nobody ever said Freya was nice.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 10:24 pm
It took a few long moments for Herryk to realize exactly what Freya was saying.
A boil kissed his ghoul? A boil kissed Freya?
Lips that did not belong to Herryk had pressed against that pretty mouth of hers?
Herryk blinked once. Twice. He reached for another doll.
"Mmmaaaammaaaahhhghhhhhhfpppthhhpp." Crunch.
Mac? The same Mac that Lizzy pined for? This Mac? Another.
"Mmmaaaammmaaaarrruuuruuruuuppp." Crrrunch.
Kissing HERRYK'S FREYA?! A third.
"Mmmaaammmaaaaaaaaa." Cruuuunnnch.
Herryk stared at the four dolls he'd mangled an instant before he spun on his heel and stalked towards the cashier.
"Herryk hopes Freya likes these stupid dolls," he spat over his shoulder. Teach this Mac a lesson? Yes. Yes, Herryk would teach Mac a lesson.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 10:40 pm
Herryk turned away from Freya, and her heart dropped like a stone.
"Wait. WAIT." But he wasn't waiting, and she ran to catch up. She waited politely, if not nervously, as Herryk paid for the dolls he'd just crushed in his grip, and then continued to wait until they left the store before rounding on him and putting both palms on his stomach.
"Now, Herryk, yehr mad. I can tells that. But I tolds yeh I didn't wants this teh ruin our date, and I still don't. Yeh has every right teh be mads, but I needs yeh here right now."
She bent her finger, gesturing for him to come closer, and rested her chin against his chest. "Because yeh has teh kiss me and make me all yehrs again. Or else I don't feels right."
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 7:40 am
Herryk slammed down a fistful of seeds, waited for the cashier to take what was owed and then promptly scooped up the remainder. He wasn't really thinking clearly about the situation, and that was made obvious by the way that he turned his back on her once more and stalked out of the store.
If Freya had gotten angry at him, if she'd raised her tone, Herryk's silent fury would have ignited then and there. An explosive fight was just what Herryk was itching for. And yet, there were no angry words. She was letting him be angry, and that meant something to Herryk.
It was almost sickening how quick Herryk's expression changed when she leaned her chin on his chest. The rage and upset that had soured his features just moments before slowly melted away. There was still an unsettling fury that roiled just beneath the surface, but it wasn't directed at Freya. The draugr sighed, gave a slight shake of his head. Of course a boil kissed Freya. She was the most beautiful and perfect ghoul in all of Halloween. These things were going to happen.
He lifted a finger to trace along her lower lip, head tilted and eyes locked on her mouth. There was just one thing he needed to know before giving her that kiss she demanded.
"Was Freya alone with a boil? Where?" More importantly, "Why?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 12:33 pm
There was an intensity in Herryk that captured Freya, trapping her helplessly in its grip. Would Herryk ever know just how much power he had over the willful ghoul? She felt weak, leaning heavily against him as that look focused on her lips, burning her with its gaze.
And then he had to go and speak.
"What..?" She struggled to comprehend, blinking away the glaze that had fell over her eyes and focusing on him with a furrowed brow.
"Freya is alones with boils all the times, Herryk.. Freya has friends that are boils. Freya- I thoughts this Mookey was goings to be a good friend, in fact." Her lower lip jutted out, discomforted by the loss. "I can'ts be afraids teh be alone with people, Herryk. I am no helpless maiden."
Just the idea was laughable.
"Besides. He gots what he deserved. Socked him one right in pow-" She reached up and punched Herryk's chest with her little fist even as she made the sound effect.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 1:19 pm
Herryk reached up to cover her fist with the palm of his hand, slipping the thumb that brushed against her lips to rest on Freya's chin. Drawing her up as he leaned down, Herryk pressed a soft kiss to her lips. His cool lips lingered for just a moment before he pulled back. Herryk's brows were drawn down in worry. He did not mind that Freya had boils as friends. He had to assume that they all knew she was a taken ghoul, but this Mac had kissed her anyway.
That made Herryk angry. Freya had been honest with him, which was important to Herryk. Even now he could see no trace of dishonesty, could sense no hidden truths. Coupled with Lizzy's tears... this boil Mac would not escape unscathed.
Once more Herryk leaned in for a kiss, his thumb pressing against her chin. The gesture effectively parted her lips, allowing for Herryk to kiss his ghoul deeply, almost harshly. He wanted no trace of Mac to linger on Freya's lips. The hand that clasped her hand to his chest clenched -- carefully, he did not want to bruise her pretty skin.
Freya was his. She was Herryk's, and he would not tolerate another boil touching her in such a way. Kissing her. It enraged him.
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