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 Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 6:37 pm
After a full day of trying to contact Jericho, Freya had given up and left a note on his door. He'd ABANDONED her. And they'd only started practicing! Freya had never felt so annoyed. But, just as she'd been abandoned, so too did she realize she was abandoning the one person who cared most about her in this world. And it was probably time to stop pushing him away. She wasn't ready for the barrage of questions she knew was coming.. but Herryk deserved the answers, nonetheless. So she texted him. pinchmonster To: Herryk Want to come over?
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 6:46 pm
Herryk's own adventures in minipet land had been a source of constant turmoil as of late. He'd been unable to really talk to Freya since then, and as each day passed he was growing more and more sulky. With only his own unpleasant thoughts for company and a deep, unnerving urge to lash out, he thought about the destruction he experienced in Medea's trance. He wanted to feel that again. He wanted to destroy, to crush, to dominate. He hated feeling this helpless, and he hated being so distanced from Freya. He desperately needed someone to talk to, someone who wasn't wound up in their own personal issues - Herryk had never been one to impose upon a friend, and he wasn't about to start now. He knew that Mort was likely busy, or Calder, or JD - and so he sat. And waited. By the time he received the text to visit Freya's he'd been brooding for a good sixteen hours straight. Unmoving, unblinking. When his phone rang out, Herryk checked the screen, ran a hand down his thickly-whiskered chin - and texted Freya back. Nio Love Text to Freya: yes be there soon That finished, Herryk rose to his feet and left his room. He looked a hot mess, but by this point, he was beyond caring.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 6:50 pm
Freya smiled at the text. Well, so far, so good. She started fussing with her hair, and pulled at the skin under her eyes, frowning at the dark circles there. She hadn't slept well, but she'd tried. It still showed, and she was infinitely disappointed with how bad she thought she looked. Further scrutinization in the mirror only soured her further, as her curves began to distress her with every passing minute. She pulled her skirt up and ran a hand up her thigh, rounding to the curve of her a**. Her eyes narrowed angrily, and she shoved the skirt back down. A moment later, she was on her knees in front of her dresser drawers, throwing clothing up over her head until she found an appropriate pair of pants to cover her insecurities.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 7:22 pm
Herryk was oblivious to the fact that he looked like some sort of undead madman, traipsing across school campus towards the Reaper dorms. He might've gotten an odd look here, a strange stare there.
It didn't take long before he was rapping his fist against Freya's door - twice, to be precise - before trying the doorknob so that he could let himself in.
"Freya."
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 8:09 pm
Freya was sure that the moment she opened the door, she would be ecstatic to see Herryk. She had a smile on her face, and she felt better than she had been for days. This was a good day! So when the door started to open, Freya bubbled happily and started to hop over towards the door.
Freya did not look the way she felt, however. In her mind, she was the bright, bubbly ghoul she'd always been. Maybe a bit rounder around the edges, but surely Herryk wouldn't fault her for it. She'd been trying so hard, after all..
But her mind was lying to her.
When Herryk opened the door, Freya was smiling happily - but the thinness of her cheekbones was just slightly more prominent. There was darkness under her eyes, and her features were just slightly more jagged than usual. Sharper. Thinner.
And the sweatpants she'd managed to find and slip on looked like they were about to fall off her slimmed hips.
It wasn't a gross change, but it was noticeable; to everyone but her. She tied the waistband tighter and flung herself into Herryk's arms. "Baby boil!" She screeched out happily, burying her face into his chest. She pulled away to look up at him, and her smiles disappeared.
"Yeh looks terrible. This isn't my faults, is it?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 8:20 pm
HE couldn't come right out and tell her that yes, part of the reason he looked so bedraggled was her fault. She looked tired - she looked skinny - but she looked as gorgeous as she always did. For a moment he merely held her gathered in his arms, unceremoniously clutched to his broad chest. He attested most of their physical changes to their time as minipets.
Herryk had to briefly wonder what demons Freya had battled on her own; he hoped they were nothing like his.
"Herryk has been worried about his beloved, yes," he hedged, burying his face against her neck, "and Herryk has been… preoccupied with his own thoughts, as well."
Enough said for the moment. Right now he only wanted to hold her close, to inhale her natural scent, and to puzzle over her slimmer build - briefly - before his own thoughts turned once more towards the macabre and distubing. He forced himself to hold them at bay - just for a little longer.
"It is good to hold Freya again," he mumbled softly against her ear, feeling for just a brief moment like everything just might turn out alright.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 8:27 pm
There was nothing - no force in the world, or out of it, that could bother her when she was in Herryk's arms. Why hadn't she just called him the moment she'd come home? She couldn't even remember anymore. She couldn't remember anything, really.. and that had been the problem from the beginning. Herryk numbed her pain, and in his arms, everything was right again.
There were no problems in this little world that existed in his arms.
"I am so sorry I didn't lets yeh comes sees me teh first days, baby boil." She sounded remarkably contrite, as she murmured the words directly into his chest. "I was so confused, and then I didn't knows if I was goings teh says something I didn't means because of my bad moods, I just- I was scared. I has teh makes sure I was okays in the heads before I talks teh yeh agains. But everythings is okays now." She snuggled into his skin. "Everythings is okays now."
She was convincing herself, as well.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 8:32 pm
"It is probably for the best, beloved. Herryk was not.. Herryk is .. it is not yet back to normal, up here," he lifted a broad hand and tapped his index finger against his temple. For an undead who did not need an iota of sleep to speak of, the draugr looked exhausted. He felt exhausted - even more so now than he had when he first returned from the Isles.
Troubled thoughts, a jumbled mess, and a sickening urge to feel the crush of weak, fleshy body in his hands once more. To hear the wet gurgling breaths of dying humans, to smell the coppery reek of death.
Herryk clenched his teeth. Holding Freya, he could almost forget those disgusting desires. When he focused on her, it made it easier to remember what really mattered.
Mostly.
"Freya feels too skinny," Herryk grunted roughly, squeezing her hips briefly. "Is Freya eating enough?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 8:35 pm
Freya's smiles disappeared in a heartbeat.
"Don't tease." She growled, sounding surprisingly offended at his words. She slipped out of his arms and grabbed his arm, pulling him to her bed. Patting the spot beside her, she sat down and tried to pull him down. "Yeh looks so tired. Come cuddles with me and tells me all that is wrongs, okays?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 8:40 pm
Herryk allowed himself to be tugged closer, but he resisted her pulling - instead, he towered over her, and immediately crossed his arms over his chest.
"Herryk would never tease about such a thing."
She was skinnier. The more he looked at her, the more obvious it became. A chill crept up his spine.
"Cuddles will come after Freya explains herself."
His expression darkened, ghastly eyes sparking with upset.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 8:45 pm
Freya's hands fell away as they became useless against his strong, immobile form. She flopped down on the bed and immediately started burrowing under her own covers, hiding as much of her flesh as she can. "Stops it." She warned, looking at him seriously. "I don't knows whats yeh wants me teh explains. I already tolds yeh, I needed times for fixings my head, and nows I feels better. What else can I says? I wants to hear about what yehr goings through. Is more importants." She peeked out from the covers cutely, trying her best to lure him in.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 10:19 pm
Herryk wanted to get angry at her. No - he was angry at her - but he'd never been able to be angry for long. Seeing her the way she was - saying she felt better - it didn't assure Herryk of anything.
At all. If anything, it pissed him off even more. He felt like he could just completely snap - all of the stress and tension, worrying over Freya, worrying over himself.
"Freya wants to know about what Herryk is going through?" He paced away from her, agitated now. "Herryk wants to crush a human skull between his bare hands. Any human, it does not matter who. Herryk yearns to feel the hilt of a blade in this hand once more - not in some Horseman trance, but a real blade. Herryk wants to see the fear in the eyes of a human - an instant before Herryk crushes that human's skull in his bare hands."
He cleared his throat and glanced at Freya.
"Herryk has also been worried over Freya."
Yes, that too.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 10:24 pm
As Herryk paced, Freya wiggled out of the covers. But as he started to explain what he wanted, what had been bothering him, Freya slowly sat up, then got up on her knees. Soon, she was bouncing lightly on the bed, hands clasped in front of her. There was a gleam in her eye, and she looked absolutely entranced.
Herryk thought these wishes were terrible things, but Freya was clearly enthralled with the prospect.
"Herryk." She breathed out finally, when he was done. "I never knews yeh felts like this! This is wonderful! I wants teh same things too. And so does teh horsiemens! Look, they gave me this pretty marking as a signs that they are goings teh makes me more powerful so I can helps them kills all the nasty humans." As she said it, she swiveled around on the bed and stuck her a** out, pulling her sweatpants down just enough to show the tramp stamp swirled marking on the small of her back.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 8:42 am
Herryk broodingly crossed his arms over his chest as he eyed Freya, gaze sliding down to the mark that had been placed at the small of her back. It suddenly became obvious that perhaps he should spend less time brooding and pouting and more time paying attention to what was going on in the lives of those around him.
"What do these horsemen wish in return? It is hard for Herryk to believe that they expect nothing."
He scowled softly and rubbed his bristly chin with a hand.
"Perhaps Herryk needs to speak with this .. what is this horsewoman's name? Medina?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 2:34 pm
Freya giggled at the mistake, and turned around, settling her sweatpants back on her hips, only to tug them up once they slid. "Medea." She corrected sweetly. "And she wants us teh helps her kill teh bad guys. That is all. What more could we wants! She gives us strength, and numbers, and we gives her the same. We fights together, ja?" She tugged on his loincloth. "Doesn't that sounds good..?"
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