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 Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 7:06 pm
The morning of the date, Herryk found himself a bundle of nerves. He'd fed his babies, showered and shaved and brushed his hair, rebraiding the sections that he usually kept braided. After brushing his teeth, Herryk had dressed in a black pair of slacks that he belted at the waist, a simple silken dress shirt and -- of all things -- a tie. Those pointy ghouly shoes he despised went on his feet while he packed a rather large duffle with boots, a loincloth, his favorite cape and his rune-chain. A few other neccesities went into the bag, then, and finally Herryk checked his phone.
Time to go.
Herryk was not entirely sure what the evening would bring. He had hopes on how things would go -- each moment that he had planned out was meticulously prepared. He had given Freya much notice so that she would have plenty of time to ready herself before his arrival. Herryk had asked her to wear the dress he'd purchased for her; he'd had a hard time getting the sight of her in that fluffy confection out of his brain ever since he saw her in it.
So much planning had gone into this.
Svella had been a huge help. Herryk was very much looking forward to introducing his beloved to the hag, and he could only hope that the two got along. It felt strange, really, that he'd never mentioned Svella to Freya. It had never crossed his mind, really. In all honesty he felt foolish now; she wasn't family, but she was the closest thing to family that he had. It wasn't until his most recent visit to her that he'd thought of introducing his Freya to Svella.
With the bag clutched in one hand and a small potted plant clutched in the other, Herryk slowly drew up to Freya's dorm room door. He knocked loudly twice and then stood by, waiting patiently for his ghoul to open.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 10:01 pm
Freya was so completely in the dark, that it was almost scaring her. She'd put on the dress Herryk had chosen, and she'd even decided to leave her hair out of it's braid for once. Instead, it hung free behind her back, the ends splaying against the fluff of the dress widely. She had been dressed for an hour now, and had spent the rest of that hour just sitting on her couch, fidgeting nervously. By the time the knock came at her door, she'd worked herself up into a frenzy, and she let out a screech in surprise at the sound, almost falling off the couch as she scrambled to get the door.
When she opened the door, however, it took her an entire second to register that the well dressed man standing at her door was Herryk. He looked similar to the way he did at her sister's wedding, except something about his overall look told her he'd taken a lot more care this time. That just made her even more nervous. Her lower lip slid in between her teeth, biting it while she held the door open for him.
"Hi, baby boil." She murmured with a waver in her voice. "Yeh looks very handsome." But why?
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 10:06 pm
Herryk wasn't sure what the screech had been all about, and he looked a little alarmed when Freya made it to the door. He dropped the duffle to the floor and hesitantly held out the flower that Tset had helped him find. The violet blossoms where pursed shut. He'd entertained himself with the flowers in the past few days -- they were even more pretty when they opened, and he only hoped that Freya would like them.
"This is for uh.. this is for Freya." He cleared his throat loudly and just stood there for a few long moments, staring at her. She was so stunning that it hurt his chest to look at her.
"And Freya looks..." He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and gave a small shake of his head. "Beautiful. Amazing." He smiled wryly.
"Does Freya have a bag ready to go? Herryk does not want to be late."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 10:22 pm
Freya looked down at the potted plant he held, and her hands rose to accept it. For a moment, her nervousness faded in place of the bright, cheerful smile she usually wore. She loved presents, and she loved flowers, and.. and she loved Herryk, said her thoughts, which made her look up at him with a giddy gaze. The intensity in his eyes captured her at once, and for the long moments when he just looked at her, her skin slowly started to flush pink. Pink turned to red at the compliments, and she slunk back into her room, giggling to herself.
The plant was placed right beside her window, and she turned to her bed, bending to grab the bag that was hidden underneath it. "Ja, I am all ready!" She announced, standing up straight and holding the bag up with a victorious flourish.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 10:31 pm
Ahh, that was good. Herryk beamed at his beloved and bent his arm at the elbow so that she could slip her arm through. So far everything seemed to be going off without a hitch. Then again, their day hadn't even started. Herryk was incredibly nervous, but at the end of the day it wouldn't matter. He'd still have Freya, and in all honesty that was the only thing that counted.
"A short train ride first," he began as he patiently waited for her, "and then a very quick stop to pick some things up, then Herryk has something very special to show Freya." His teeth flashed in a bright smile. Herryk's eyes drifted across her cheeks as he drank in the sight of her blush. He'd never get tired of the sight of her.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 10:40 pm
Freya slid her hand underneath his arm, curling her fingers around the thick appendage, and closed the door behind her when they walked out. She didn't seem very surprised at the idea of a train ride, but a stop for picking things up peaked her curiosity. "So much mystery, Herryk." She pressed her face into his arms and murmured the words into his skin. "What kinds of plans do yeh has in stores for me, I wonder! Or are yeh just stealings me away from this place for all time?"
She wouldn't complain. Amityville was just one disaster after another, lately. If anything, she was looking forward to this trip for several reasons, one of which was just to get away for a while.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 10:46 pm
"A special ghoul deserves a special time," Herryk said quietly as he escorted her from the reaper dorms. "Freya has shared so much of herself with Herryk -- Freya's family, Freya's secret place," Herryk paused and choked on that double entendre, the sound coming out as more of a laugh than anything, "in the woods. Herryk wants to share some things with Freya, as well." He fell silent, though a smile played about the corners of his lips.
Sliiiick.
"Herryk has been thinking of this date for a long time. Calder helped a lot. That kelpie is a good friend," Herryk added.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:04 pm
It wasn't hard (who are we kidding, it was impossible) for her to miss the way he choked at the double entendre of his innocent words. Reminding her of their time at her parents house made her flush, and she snickered under her breath. "I didn't knows there were things for yeh teh shares." She bounced slightly in her steps. "I am so excited teh sees what yeh has in store!"
The thought of Calder helping Herryk on the date made Freya even curiouser. Calder seemed to knowledgeable and wise in the ways of love.. there was no way for Freya to know what to expect from Herryk today. He could surprise her left and right. She was just a little more nervous, now.
"Well, if the day is good, I will has teh sends Calder a little present for helpings my baby boil make me feel good, ja?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 11:12 pm
Herryk paused briefly -- just long enough for him to press a soft kiss to her jawline. He had them moving again before he'd pulled away. After all, they had a train to catch. Herryk couldn't help but mumble a soft, "Freya has no idea," under his breath. Freya could take that however she wanted. No idea how much Calder had helped? No idea how good Herryk would make her feel?
It was hard to say. Okay, it wasn't really hard to say. The insinuation, while not completely obvious, was still there.
Soon enough they were boarding the train. As Herryk settled into his seat he straightened his tie and leaned back so that he could just gaze at Freya.
"Herryk likes Freya's hair when it is loose," he mumbled, reaching for a thick swathe of the honey-colored stuff. He lifted it to his nose, inhaled deeply with eyes closed and exhaled on a soft growl.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 12:03 am
Freya looked up just in time to see the dark face bend down, leaving goosebumps on every inch of skin he brushed against. She stumbled a step when he kissed her jaw, leaning in without meaning to until she realized what she was doing and caught herself. Herryk mumbled something, but her hearing had fuzzed out before she could collect herself once more. It was dangerous, how easily he could unravel her. She had no protection against his charms, no walls in the way. It wasn't natural, for her. Not in the least.
Her nervous feeling upgraded to full-blown anxiety.
Freya brought her hands behind her skirt when they had boarded the train, and flattened the back of her dress so that she could sit comfortably in the seat. She felt Herryk's hands in her hair, and let out a helpless little whimper, before turning to look at him. "Yeh knows I would wear it like this more, just for yehs, but it's too hards to manage. The braid is for practical reasons. So, enjoys it while yeh can."
She leaned her head against him, not so accidentally letting the bulk of her hair fall against his chest and lap. If he liked it so much, she was more than happy to let him have it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 6:40 am
Perhaps it was because he loved her so much, or perhaps there was a quaver in her voice when she spoke, or perhaps he noticed the way she'd stumbled when he kissed her, but Herryk could tell she was nervous. He sifted his fingers through the spun-gold of her hair, rubbing the silky strands between his dark fingers. It never failed to amaze him how pale she was compared to his darker complexion.
"Freya should not be nervous," he said in a soft whisper, just loud enough for her to hear. Once the train jerked forward in motion, Herryk grunted and lifted her into his arms, being sure to keep her dress properly situated. Securing her in his lap with a steady hand, Herryk carefully brought her hair across her chest so that he could brush his fingers through it.
"If Freya ever ... if Freya is too ..." Herryk grunted and fell silent, mulling over his rampaging thoughts. "Herryk will take care of Freya, always." He brushed a kiss against her temple, another along the upper curve of her cheek before he fell silent, lost in idle thought.
By the end of this day, Freya would have little doubt as to how dedicated he was to her. Only her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 2:34 pm
Freya would have crawled into his lap on her own, if she hadn't been so nervous already. When he pulled her up and settled her there, some of her anxiety faded, and she sighed as she melted against him. It was hard to worry, or care, about anything when she felt him all around her like this, the most comforting feeling she'd ever experienced. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her head bent down to drop under his neck.
"I'm not-" She started to protest, but his hands were in her hair and brushing down her chest and whatever the hell she was going to say flew out of her mind in an instant. All that was left was a soft sigh of content, one which repeated itself as his lips grazed the skin of her face.
It was hard to form a coherent sentence, but she tried. "Freya-" Nope, that was just his way of speaking catching on again. "I feels so happy, right now." Her voice was a dreamy, wistful exhale of breath against his neck.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 2:43 pm
Herryk made a content noise, a deep rumbling purr. He settled into his seat and brushed his hands through Freya's hair, along her hip, the curve of her knee. He loved touching her. Herryk felt closest to Freya when she was like this, in his arms with no outside interference.
"Herryk is happy, too, ladybird. Freya makes Herryk so happy." He nuzzled her ear while his hands were constantly moving here and there -- innocent touches and brushes.
The train ride was short and soon enough they were rolling into a little shantytown. Herryk didn't even know its name. The draugr waited until their car was empty before he pressed his lips to Freya's with barely restrained hunger. He couldn't help it. One large, dark hand rested against her collarbone while the other supported her back.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:07 pm
Freya loved being touched by Herryk. It was obvious with every little noise of content she made, that he made her happy. Her hands remained surprisingly still, if only because she knew her touches would spiral out of control too fast. They were on a train, and she tried, for once, to be good. So she left her hands on his shoulders, her fingers trailing the muscles there with light, tender touches. They were so big. Just like the rest of him.
One corner of her lips rose at the selfish thought of how all those muscles working under his skin were only hers to touch, when he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss. Her eyes widened in surprise, but it took no time at all before she reciprocated with a ferocity that might have betrayed how hard she had been holding back. She let herself go, just for this one kiss. She would pull back when it was done, she promised herself with a little voice in the back of her head, but right now, right now..
Nothing could stop her from pouring all of her love into this one kiss.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:14 pm
Herryk broke the kiss slowly, nibbling and nipping and the plump lower curve of her mouth. He forced himself to help her to her feet before he rose to his own, but Herryk couldn't help himself from brushing a long, errant strand of hair behind her ear. He couldn't help the way that his fingers trailed down her neck, brushed across her sternum.
Herryk smiled softly at his ladybird, bending to press one last kiss to the middle of her forehead.
"Come," he stepped into the aisle of the traincar, pulling their bags free. He held them with one hand while he reached out for her with the other.
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