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 Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 4:22 pm
Freya hadn't really appreciated the short notice that she'd been given when Kettil chose to speak to Lark about what had happened. So, just because she was an adult about these things, she hopped over to Herryk's room, knocked on the door brightly, waited several seconds, and then texted Kettil. Text to Kettil Telling Herryk in 3.. 2.. She snapped her phone shut and smiled like an angel.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 4:23 pm
He hadn't finished dressing after he got out of his shower. There was a sudden door slam and an upset screech as across the campus a half naked Kettil ran through going, 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'LL GET YOU FOR THISSSSS.'
....Yeah.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 4:28 pm
Herryk flung his door open with gusto, a huge smile stretching his lips when he caught sight of his most perfect, most beloved and sweetest ghoulfriend. Every time he clapped eyes on her he felt a little breathless; she was just that beautiful to him. Bracing his forearm on the frame of his door, Herryk took a moment to just stare at Freya with a beatific expression on his face.
Approximately two minutes later, Herryk realized that he was staring at Freya while she stood in the dorm hallway like some sort of nordic angel. Shaking his head slightly he reached for her hand, half-pulling her into his dorm room before he slammed the door behind them.
His hands instantly went to her hips as he dipped his head, completely intent on makeout times.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 5:37 pm
Freya's bright smile greeted her beloved, and she stood patiently and waited for him to scoop her up into his arms. Instead, he just stood there and stared at her, and her smile slowly dropped down, down, down, until her mouth parted in a confused 'o' shape. Even as he confused her, the sight of him thrilled her; that silly lovestruck expression on his face, and the way the light from the room outlined his toned shoulders had her almost as distracted as he was. She was just about to ask him why she hadn't been invited in yet, when he silenced her by taking her hand, and pulling her inside. The confusion fled, and her smile returned in an instant.
The sound of the door behind her made her jump, and she tried to turn her head out of instinct, but Herryk had her attention locked with his hands on her body, and the way he came closer. Every part of her screamed with happiness, because it was just what she wanted. She rose her arms up and wrapped them around his big neck as it dipped down to kiss her, and soon enough, their lips met in a kiss that made her forget everything and everyone else in the world.
This. This was what love felt like. She hadn't known it until Herryk, but now that she did, there was no question. The searing heat that filled her just from one kiss, burning away any remainder of doubt and leaving her feeling whole once more; this was what love felt like. She answered in turn with her own kiss, just as passionate as his.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 6:52 pm
Herryk gave a pleased growl when he felt her soft arms lift up so that she could wrap them around his neck. He drew her into him; every inch of her warm skin was pressed against his own cooler flesh with an almost demanding urge. So silky and smooth, a pale creaminess that gave such contrast to his own darkness. He could hold her in his arms forever and it seemed that with each experience he could find something new about her to adore and cherish, something new that inflamed his passion.
Digging his fingers into her hips, Herryk broke the kiss with a wolfish smile, one that told of how much he craved her, how much he wanted to devour her.
However, in his eyes there was a softness that spoke of the utter and boundless love he had for the ghoul he clasped in his large hands. Never could anyone question the pure and fathomless love that the draugr felt for his beloved.
"Freya."
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 7:00 pm
Freya molded against him as if she were made of clay. How did she even manage to fit so well against such a hard, bumpy body? Every one of her curves found just the right nook, had just the right give, until she felt like he was just wearing her, a clingy garment made of valkyrie. She couldn't even feel the floor anymore, so her legs hiked up around his hips and she sat there comfortably, letting out a disgruntled huff when he pulled away. He was looking at her like she was something to eat, and she was never going to get a word in edgewise if he kept looking at her like that, unless screaming his name counted.
So she leaned up and bumped his forehead gently with his, to get his attention. "Yes, baby boil. I missed yeh too. Believe it or not, I came teh talks teh yeh abouts something, and not just teh be ravaged like an animal." She placed special emphasis on the word just, so that he was clear she still expected that. Later. It was important to be clear about things.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 7:12 pm
Herryk chuckled roughly, securing her against his hips as he moved them towards one of the large chairs that were littered about the living area of his dorm. The poofs were all secured in their little pen so that they wouldn't be an issue. Of course he couldn't help but wonder what she might need to speak with him about but he didn't let his mind wander too far. No, he was much too enraptured by the ghoul in his arms for his mind to stray.
As he settled himself in the nearest chair, Herryk got both of them comfortable. Once he found himself situated, Herryk turned his gaze to Freya's. Of course, his eyes lingered on the dip of her hips, the curve of her breasts, the slope of her neck... and finally her eyes. He had his priorities.
"What does Freya wish to speak of?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 7:26 pm
Freya didn't mind letting his eyes wander. Right now, Herryk was allowed to stare at any part of her body he wanted; it kept him in a good mood, and she wasn't above using her body to distract her boilfriend from getting upset. In fact, she was definitely just exactly that awful. She snickered softly and leaned in to kiss his neck, nibbling on the cool skin before pulling away and trying to straighten her expression out.
She should be more worried, she realized. Or at least, more serious. Herryk would not be happy about this news. But it was so very hard to be anything but blissful and, let's face it, heavily aroused, when she sat on his lap like this. It wouldn't stop her from the topic, but it would certainly hinder her ability to be serious about it.
"Well." She cleared her throat and put on what she hoped looked like a serious face, but probably just looked like her lips pursing outwards and her brow furrowing childishly. "I has teh tells yeh something that happened. Now, yehr not goings teh likes it at first. But if yeh lets me finish the whole story before yeh reacts, I bets yeh'll see the good in all of it. In fact, I wants teh says right now, I'm very happy with the end result. So yeh don't needs teh worry, even if it sounds bad in the beginning."
She patted his chest, her hand lingering on the cool skin and brushing down the hard lines of his chest. Gods in Valhalla, why did he have to be so irresistable. She faltered, but shook her head to concentrate. "So. Will yeh promise teh hears the whole story?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 7:48 pm
Every-jacking-time she asked him to promise anything, it usually ended up being something horrible.
Promising to play a joke on Hel had only ended in horrible things. Promising not to be mad about this or that or the other... while they hadn't always ended horridly, they'd usually ended with Herryk's fist being smashed into a face or a wall or a ...face.
And then she made that face that meant she was making every attempt at being serious or kind of serious at the very least. All Herryk knew was that when she started talking about promises... the story wasn't going to be one that Herryk enjoyed.
Narrowing his eyes at her, Herryk withdrew his hands from her hips. He looked very distraught by the action, but he knew that it would be for the best. Maybe. Hopefully. Honestly he just wanted to hike her up, toss her over onto the bed so that he could take his time with her...
"Fine." He sounded resigned to listening to what she had to say. Resigned, apprehensive, and almost like he was already getting upset.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 8:16 pm
He was already getting upset. This did not bode well for the situation, and she stuck her tongue out childishly at him, then used it to lick the tip of his nose. "Ach, yeh silly boil, already worried. Okay, so I will starts from the beginning. Because yeh'll like the beginning, and the end." She shook her hands back and forth. "Just the middle is echh. So, Kettil went to see Lark, yeh remembers Lark, right?" As if to trigger his memory, Freya fisted her hand up and punched herself in the eye very, very softly, before grinning. "Well, I already knew they were a bit taken with each other, and it turns out, they finally figured it out as well." She beamed brightly. "They were havings quite a bit of the kissing times, or so Endzela tolds me when she flew to get away from them." Her body bounced in laughter. "It was so cute, and then Kettil, he came teh tells me what happened, and yeh could really tell he was smitten with her, yeh knows?"
Touchy parts were coming up, and Freya made haste to wrap her arms around Herryk and brush her fingers against his skin playfully. "So they're datings, now." She announced finally, nodding as if in agreement with their decision. "As they should be. Yeh knows Kettil was confused about me for a while. Well, he's not anymore."
That was true. But as to why he wasn't..
Suddenly, Freya was as worried as she'd thought she should have been earlier. "It was important teh be sure, before gettings into a relationship, that no feelings for me were goings teh gets in the way of them. And as it turns out, they definitely won't!" It was time to stop hedging, but.. she really liked to hedge. She rose both of her hands and placed them on Herryk's cheeks, to keep his focus.
"So.. he kissed me. BUT." She made the but very loud, and her eyes widened as if to say keep listening. "When we kissed, it was like kissings my sisters. And he said kissing me was the same. There was nothings there between us."
She let go of his head, and gave him a big, nervous grin. "Isn't that great?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 8:50 pm
Herryk did not think it was great. Herryk really did not think it was great, and no sweet-talking of Freya was going to make him feel otherwise. This was giving the draugr a strange sense of deja vu -- Freya kissing the Mac abruptly came to mind. Hadn't they had a similar conversation then?
And what about Kettil?
"I...don't do things to other boil's ghouls."
"I would not betray her or make her betray you."
Herryk closed his eyes, his upper lip lifting in just the slightest hint of a snarl. It didn't matter to him that the kiss had been like kissing a sister. It didn't matter to him that there was nothing between them. It didn't matter that Kettil and Lark were dating now, or how cute they were or how smitten the reaper boil seemed to be with the ghoul that had punched his Freya.
None of that mattered.
"Freya let this boil kiss her just to make sure that Kettil had no feelings for Freya?" His voice was low, cold and frigidly emotionless. How was he supposed to feel? Herryk couldn't help but feel upset and enraged. He couldn't help it, and he didn't want to tamp it down. He wanted to let it course through him. As far as he was concerned, Herryk had every right to be infuriated.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 9:06 pm
Freya had never quite heard Herryk's voice take on the tone that it did. It felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped inside of her, freezing her heart until it hurt to try to beat any longer. Herryk wasn't taking this at all the way she'd initially thought, and she came to a quick realization; she was in way deeper s**t than she'd bargained for.
Her hands fell to her sides, as if the sound of his voice made her lose the will to touch him. There was no problem maintaining a serious expression now, because all she felt when looking into his eyes was cold, gripping fear. She rose her chin up even as she pouted, trying to be strong, and nodded sadly.
"Yes." The word felt like it burned as it passed her lips. Had it been anyone but Herryk, she would have lied in a heartbeat. "Because Kettil is my best friend. And he needed that." Her lips pursed, very tightly, and her eyes clouded with guilt. "We both did."
Herryk was right about one thing. He had every right to be infuriated. She had been an idiot to presume otherwise.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 9:22 pm
"And what about what Herryk needs?"
Ever since he'd come to be, ever since waking up in the same exact spot where he'd so willingly given himself to Freya -- the same exact spot where she'd given herself to freely to him... ever since his eyes had opened and he became a citizen of Halloweentown... there had only ever been Freya. He'd never lain with another, never looked at another female in a way that might brand him a cheater. His lips had never touched those of any other ghoul but Freya.
Never.
Since being with Herryk, Freya had kissed not one, but two other boils. The first one had been far more forgivable because it hadn't been given willingly. This kiss... this kiss with Kettil... she'd willingly pressed her lips to his. It hurt. Perhaps Herryk was the one to blame. He'd not put up much of a fuss when she'd asked if Kettil could sleep over in her dorm. Perhaps putting that trust in Freya was misplaced.. but just thinking about that made Herryk's chest ache. He needed space. He needed to move. Herryk rose to his feet and set Freya aside. Her touch was too distracting. He paced away a few steps, arms crossed over his broad chest.
"What about what Herryk needs, Freya?" The words were harshly whispered, rusty with emotion.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 9:34 pm
Freya felt him rise, and knew before it happened that she was about to be left behind. He put her back on the chair, and her body curled up as tight as it possibly could, balling up as if it would protect her somehow from the pain. She knew this dance. She knew it well.
"I want to give yeh what yeh needs." She murmured quietly, her voice soft and hoarse with emotion. "I'm sorry if I'm not the right kind of ghoul teh do that. I never claimed teh be perfect. Yeh only saw that in me because it's what yeh wanted."
Her chin fell to rest on her knees, and she looked up at him with wide, mournful eyes. "I'm sorry." She repeated, only this time it wasn't the whispered words of a hurting brat. It was just a simple apology, and even as she said it she knew it wasn't enough.
"I already knows I'm not what yeh deserves, Herryk." She grumbled, her eyes dropping to the floor. "This whole thing didn't needs teh proves that teh me. I already knew. It's yeh that thinks I'm so damn special."
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 9:48 pm
"Herryk does not even need much, Freya. Herryk does not ask for all of the things. Herryk just.. Herryk just wants to be enough for Freya. Herryk wants to be the one who brings Freya all of the happiness that she deserves." It was obvious that he wasn't enough. She sought out Kettil - and they had kissed. What would've happened if that kiss hadn't been like kissing one of her sisters? What if that kiss had morphed into something more passionate? Would he have lost her forever?
"What must Herryk do? What does Freya need? Is Herryk not showing Freya enough love? Does Freya not believe Herryk when Herryk says that she is the only ghoul that Herryk needs, that Herryk would do anything for Freya?"
His voice broke on that last word. Something in him collapsed and anger bloomed where before he'd only felt betrayed. He stalked back to the chair, bracing himself on the armrests.
"Herryk has given all of himself to Freya. All. Of. Himself." It was obvious by his tone exactly what he meant by that. "And Freya still has not done the same. This body, yes," he gestured at her, "but Herryk cannot help but feel that Freya is holding something back. Why does Freya think she cannot give Herryk all of her? Why does Freya need to kiss these other boils? Herryk is not enough? Does Freya not trust Herryk? What is it?!"
He wanted to break something. He wanted to... to smash his fist into Kettil's face. He wanted to fall to his knees and bellow with rage just so that there was some relief from the ache in his gut. Herryk wanted to cry, to scream, to do anything... but he didn't. No, Herryk just stared at Freya with a broken expression on his face.
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