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 Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 8:40 pm
Kettil got out his eyephone and sent a text to Lark. Lark's EyePhone Hey. I'm coming over in a couple of hours. I'm not gonna knock so be decent. : D
"What's wrong?" She asked curiously.
Kettil just grunted and resumed silence between them as his face buried into the pillow. It wasn't that he didn't want to go out with Lark or even double date with Herryk. The boil wasn't sure how he was going to take seeing Freya and Herryk interact together he was a little afraid of it. Once the time passed he got up, plastered on a smile and wandered out the door to wander next door to Lark's dorm and barged right in, "Hey! I'm here."
Everything is fine.
Everything is happy.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:03 pm
A couple of hours? Lark snorted as she set her eyePhone aside and crossed her arms across her chest. After the very awkward, very strange kiss they'd shared during the Christmas invasion, there hadn't been much interaction between the two of them. That had been fine by Lark because she hadn't been entirely sure what to say to him and she'd been far too terrified to ask him what the kiss had meant to him.
Freakin' boils.
Since he hadn't given her a direct time to expect him by, Lark found herself fussing and cleaning in the kitchen until she'd finally had enough of the fussing in the kitchen and had settled down to drink a hearty cup of tea with a few cookies as she waited for him to barge into the dorm. When he did finally make an entrance, Lark grinned and gestured for him to sit.
"Finally. Thought ya'd never show up," she fussed quietly, rising to her feet to grab another teacup and plate. "Havva seat," Lark ordered over her shoulder. "Y'really hungry? I can cook y'somethin' up if y'are. Might jest cook y'somethin' up anyway." She narrowed her eyes.
"Yer lookin' scrawny," Lark teased.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:10 pm
For now Endzela was in his room napping. She wanted to stay there to allow the two to talk about whatever it was they were going to talk about. They didn't need her barging in or talking over them.
Kettil closed the door behind him, of course, and then wandered to seat himself across from where Lark had been sitting, "Food would be great actually. I haven't been real hungry lately," he muttered quietly. All that peppermint in the air amongst other issues had left him a bit ... unsteady with food but he could always eat Lark's cooking.
"How ya been, Lar?" he was playing it cool for now. Just playing it all chill.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:38 pm
Ben was outside the dorms grazing and expending energy. She trusted him to watch after himself and so Lark had no issue with letting him explore the campus at his leisure.
Setting the teacup down on the table before Kettil, Lark immediately poured him a cupful of tea. She gave a small gesture towards a porcelain container filled with sugar cubes, figuring that he'd know what to do with the directions.
"Been good," she chirped quietly, seating herself to finish her tea before she started on dinner. "How've y'been? Haven't seen y'since... uh..." she rapidly cleared her throat and rose to her feet, gulping down her tepid tea before setting the cup in the washbasin with a sharp clatter.
"Y'want anythin' in particular?"
Nicely done. Nicely done.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 10:21 am
He started to fix up his tea the way he wanted. Two cubes of sugar and just a little bit of cream and then he stirred quietly as he listened to her response. The stirring only paused for half a second as she brought up what happened the last time they were together.
The gesture had been a quiet brush of his lips against hers the way it felt was...
Wonderful. I want more. I want...
Kettil squashed the thought quickly as she spoke up again and he beamed up at her, "Aw, anything at all really. Um. How about some burgers? You're awesome at those."
Then again Lark made awesome food in general. Kettil loved her cooking and considered it the best other than his Mother's. He set his spoon aside and took a quiet sip from his tea.
Just pretend it didn't happen everything is normal.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 10:51 am
Lark was a little obsessed with keeping a well-stocked refrigerator. The cook back home had always kept their icebox full to the brim, and since Lark had spent so much time with the staff growing up she'd fallen into the same habits when it came to her kitchen. Everything was always impeccably wrapped and dated before being shoved into the freezer or the the fridge. It was almost a little embarrassing, or rather, it would have been had her guest not been Kettil.
The only thing that was embarrassing right now was remembering that chaste kiss that he'd brushed against her lips. Lark willed away the sudden pink blush that bloomed across her cheeks, giving an awkward laugh as she stuck her head into the cool recess of the fridge.
"Burgers. I can do that," she said brightly as she rummaged around in the depths of the fridge, retrieving a package of ground meat, various condiments and a few fresh vegetables to slap on top of the finished product.
"So.. ah. What's goin' on, then? Y'got somethin' on yer mind, I can tell." As she spoke, she busied herself with preparing the ground meat with seasonings.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 11:30 am
If anything Kettil admired her very tight reign over what went in and out of her freezer or fridge. The way she was so organized with everything always gained a large portion of respect from him.
He didn't seem to notice the blush right now and it was probably better he didn't. He beamed happily, "That's what I want then," he said back at her just as brightly. Why did he feel so jumpy and nervous around her all the sudden? Why did he just suddenly want to run and hide from her and not even look at her? She never used to have that affect on him. Ugh. Kettil kept smiling and sipping his tea.
The boil froze a little at her observation and then looked up at her and then back down to his tea, "Oh! Um..I met with Herryk the other day and we had a talk, that's all."
Kettil was still in one piece so the meeting must have gone well.
"He um...invited me to come along on a double date with him and Freya," he said honestly to her as he tilted his teacup to the side a bit, "and I don't have a ghoulfriend but...I do have a best mate so would ya be willin' to tag along with me?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 11:44 am
Suddenly there was silence. The squishing sound of the meat Lark was preparing stilled for a brief moment before she went at it again, this time a little more forceful than she had before.
Her best mate.
She was starting to hate those two words. Her brow knit for the briefest moment as she struggled with her thoughts. So he'd met the mighty giant and had come away unscathed. Herryk must be stupider than she thought, unless Kettil did a fine job of hiding his feelings for Freya.
Whatever. Lark had made a promise to try to get along with the stupid valkyrie.
The silence seemed to drag on and on as Lark formed the meat into two patties, setting them on a plate while she moved to the sink with the bowl. The reaper took her time in washing her hands and the bowl before she grabbed the towel, leaned back against the sink and finally gave Kettil a look.
"Aye, I'll go with ya. Y'really think it's sucha bright idea t'go on and do this, then?" A blonde brow arched as she looked at him before she moved to the oven and turned the knob to broil.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 11:52 am
The Look made his lanky form suddenly bend as if to want to hide behind his teacup to escape it. Every time she looked at him like that he wanted to squirm and hide somewhere so she'd stop and yet on a certain level there was something thrilling about getting her riled up to the point where she did look at him like that but this was not one of those times. He righted his cup and set it down his gaze flicking over to meet hers.
He shrugged.
For a moment or two it seemed a shrug was all she'd get before he spoke up, "Lar, it I keep tellin' you and anyone else that bothers to talk to me about my situation...I am just tryin' to take it one day at a time. I accepted the fact that..."
I'm going to have no one. I deserve no one.
"I was silver seed short and a day late," he cleared his throat a bit, "besides, what ya want me to do?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:29 pm
Lark shook her head and rummaged around beneath the oven, withdrawing the broiler pan. She set the pan down on the counter top and reached for the roll of tinfoil kept in a nearby drawer. Covering the pan in foil, she pierced the foil where the broiler pan had holes so that the fat from the meat could drip through and yet the pan would remain relatively clean. Flipping the raw burgers from the plate to the pan, Lark washed her hands again before she opened the oven so that she could set the rack up high. Once finished with that, the burger patties went into the oven.
Only then did she turn to look at Kettil.
"Y'deserve better, Ket. Y'always have, y'know?" She cleared her throat and reached for a knife before she grasped a tomato and set to cutting the fruit into thin slices.
"Someone what knows the things yer afraid'a, someone who loves ya fer who y'are. Someone what knows how lucky they are t'have ya."
Me.
"Yer gonna figger it out on yer own, I know but. Yer m' best mate and ah.. I hate seein' y'hurt."
Lark cleared her throat again and pushed the tomato slices aside before reaching for an onion and repeating the process.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:40 pm
He watched her quietly letting the silence just fill the air around them. Kettil really didn't have much else to say and do other than wait to see what her input was on the matter as he emptied his teacup with a final sip and then set it down. When she spoke he pretty much gave her all of his attention just staring at her as she spoke.
Kettil laughed lightly, "How do I know what is better unless I look around right?" he shifted his shoulders a bit. It seemed like all he had been doing was looking around, as if looking right at Lark was somehow going to burn out his vision like a bright light. One of his brothers advised him against dating best friends though at the time Kettil wasn't sure what his brother was on about other than usual slander and womanizing.
He still wasn't sure what his brother was on about.
"I know...Seems all I been doin' is gettin' myself hurt, no wonder why you worry about me so much," he laughed a little as if to dismiss it all and shove it under a rug. Just so he didn't see it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:51 pm
If the bitter tinkle of Lark's shattering heart could be heard, the noise in the room would be deafening. All Lark wanted to do was just scream at Kettil that she was right in front of him. Right ******** there, and all he had to do was look. Just look at her, look into her eyes and the adoration and the undying love that burned with a crisp green fire that was so, so obvious in moments like these where Lark was at her most vulnerable. When all she wanted to do was wrap her arms around those broad shoulders, clutch that one beaded dreadlock that dangled so temptingly against his chest so that she could draw him down for a kiss.
Her hand slipped on the knife and it clattered to the floor. It was all Lark could do to calmly pick it up, placing it gently in the sink before she reached for another similar knife. She sounded a bit breathless when she spoke next.
"Someone has t'worry," Lark bit out, checking the burgers. She refused to meet his gaze, terrified that she'd look at him and just burst into tears. She'd give herself some time to recover first.
"What y'want on the buns? N'where we goin' on this ... get t'gether?" Not a date. She refused to call it a date. It hurt too much to think of it that way.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 2:07 pm
He'd almost got up to help her pick up the knife but when she got it herself he simply relaxed into his seat again and stared at her quietly though it always seemed like he wasn't ... seeing her sometimes. It was a strange blindness that couldn't be explained it was the phenomenon of a stupid boil that just simply ... was afraid.
Kettil thought he feared nothing.
The boil noticed her words but couldn't think of what to add to them and quite simply it was adequately put enough and so he settled for answering her question, "Um, mini-golf maybe? Perhaps a dinner, too." He rubbed the side of his neck. No it wasn't a date at least not for him and Lark it wasn't but he didn't exactly want to drag another ghoul into this either at the moment but if he had to he would if Lark suddenly changed her mind on him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 2:30 pm
Lark lifted her eyebrows when the topic of minigolf came up. She'd played a few times but couldn't really consider herself a pro or whatever.
"Minigolf. Great." She chuckled dryly before turning to peer at Kettil. "Y'didn't tell me what y'wanted on yer buns. Same ol'?" Lark quickly started to take care of her own condiments as she busied herself.
"Where we goin' fer dinner. Y'talk 'bout that yet?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 2:41 pm
"Well, unless ya got somethin' better to suggest I am all up for it," he said as he noted her dry tone.
What did he want on his buns? He quieted down a rather perverse voice that suggested that perhaps he should request Lark on the buns. Either way he'd kind of forgotten to answer the question and now that she reminded him it was all he could focus on for a moment, "Umm...Y..Yeah. Same ol' is good. Just little less veg."
He scratched at the side of his neck, "Yeah we didn't really talk about dinner too much yet. So if you got a suggestion I'll text Herryk."
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