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 Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 5:05 pm
There was no looking back once Freya had burst out of the radio studio. She knew the moment she turned, she would instantly regret it, so she forged forward, running as fast as her legs could carry her. The door looked miles away, but she wasn't that far, and she was running out of breath fast. Once she made it, her small body smacked against the doorway in an attempt to push it open, but she just ended up splattering against it, and slid down face first.
She could hear the steps thundering behind her. She just sat there, feeling like a fool against a door, and most likely looking like one, too.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 5:06 pm
Herryk wasn't sure ... about anything, really. He wasn't sure why he'd thought it was a good idea to join a radio club - he didn't really have anything to bring to the table, not like JD did. He really hadn't been expecting things to get so out of hand, and he really didn't know why JD had done what he'd done.
He had to admit, he was kind of annoyed with everything.
Everything everything. Freya and her obsession with her looks - the horsemen and their shady ways - and his own lack of power with which to do something. Anything.
"Freya," Herryk snapped when he drew up on the valkyrie ghoul. "What is wrong with you?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 11:15 pm
She screamed when she heard her name. She'd heard him coming, but the tone in his voice surprised her, and it made her screech involuntarily. She spun around, still sitting on the floor, and hid her eyes from view. Her cheeks were still visible enough, despite her best efforts. The tiny rivulets of tears that ran down her face caught the dim hallway light.
"Whats is wrongs with me?" She whimpered. "I am not the ones makings teh kissy faces with Johnny Danger!" For once.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 7:35 am
Herryk crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at his ghoulfriend. Whatever had happened between JD and him had not been kissy faces. At all. Herryk didn't make kissy faces, and he certainly didn't make kissy faces with anyone who wasn't Freya.
He was outraged.
"Herryk was not making the kissy faces with JD," he bellowed, uncrossing his arms only to throw his hands up in the air, "Herryk does not make kissy faces with anyone except Freya!!"
The words were unspoken, but the accusation was there - unlike Freya, Herryk's lips had never strayed. Obviously he was still being a b***h about it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 7:04 pm
Freya heard the unspoken accusation. She heard it, and it stung her to the core. She fell silent, and started pushing herself back up against the door, so she could stand at attention. Sure, she still only made it up to his chest, but she tried to look like she was towering over him with anger. "Ohhh." She growled. "Ohhh, yeh. Watch yehrself, boil. Yehr goings teh says things that yeh can't takes backs." She pushed the door open, glared at him one final time, and then stormed out of the building while trying to slam the door in his face. It failed, as the door was protected from slamming by the mechanism that made it close slowly, on it's own time.
She couldn't even slam a door properly. She screamed into the air, hands raised in agony, and continued to storm off.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 7:26 pm
Herryk was heated. He gave no ********, and it was obvious in the way he stalked after Freya. The draugr let out a loud bark of laughter when she 'slammed' the door in his face. Herryk even went so far as to let it slowly close on its own with a soft whish before pointedly swinging the door back open just so he could follow after her.
"Herryk doesn't need to say anything," he bellowed after her, his long strides eating up the ground as he gave chase at a distance.
Looking ridiculous.
"Herryk is not allowed to be upset, then? Herryk is only allowed to bat his eyelashes," he did so, quite dramatically, "and tell Freya that everything is going to be okay? Freya has her problems, hmm? Well, Herryk has his problems too."
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 7:41 pm
Herryk's laughter made her stop in her tracks and swivel around. Her wings fluffed up like an angry bird, and she looked like she was going to pop any second. Her cheeks puffed out, and her skin was splotched with red. "HERRYK IS FREYA'S PROBLEM, RIGHT NOW!" She screamed, storming forward and smacking him right in the chest with both of her hands, as if to push him backward. "HERRYK THINKS HE CAN TALKS TEH FREYA LIKE THIS AND HERRYK IS WRONG!"
She put her fists up. "Come on then. Yeh wants teh fights, THIS is how I fights."
What was even.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 7:51 pm
Herryk's laughter abruptly stopped when Freya slapped his chest, his eyes narrowing dangerously. No, he didn't play this sort of game - and she knew it. They'd sparred once before and Herryk had beat himself up over the interaction for weeks afterwards. He wasn't going to hit her back. Not out of anger or love or frustration or sadness or any other emotion on the spectrum.
He just wouldn't do it. He loved her too much - even if the rushing heat of anger had blinded him momentarily.
"If Herryk is Freya's problem," he growled, leaning close, "then maybe Freya would be happier without such a complication, hmm?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 8:04 pm
Freya dropped her fists, and gaped at Herryk. There was a long, painful silence that sat between them for far too long. She'd grown up in a world where screaming, yelling, and beating each other senseless was how you effectively communicated and dealt with a dispute. Even with Thor, their first fights had mostly been until one of them was unconscious.
But Herryk wasn't like anyone she'd ever known. And he was the one person she knew she needed to keep living, keep breathing, keep moving forward. But a few short words later, he suddenly became the opposite.
She sunk down to her knees, and stared at nothing.
"I knews it." She whispered, to herself. "I knews it." Every insecurity she'd ever had came flaring to the surface at once, disabling her from any normal, healthy method of communication. She just sat there, like a broken doll, and stared at nothing. Whispering the same phrase to herself, over and over.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 8:22 pm
Herryk felt ugly. He felt ugly and mean and hurtful. Even as Freya crumpled to the ground, Herryk was ready to lash out again and again and again until there was no more rage to fuel him. He couldn't handle seeing Freya looking so small and fragile when he knew she was such a robust and vibrant ghoul - and whatever she'd convinced herself of... Herryk was in no position to ease her worries. He was angry - at her, for putting herself in this position, for feeling less than beautiful, for changing so drastically. He was angry at the horsemen for stealing his beloved away from him.
He was angry at himself, as well.
Herryk was not acting as a loving boilfriend should, not right now - but he couldn't snap himself out of it. He couldn't get himself right. Too many doubts, too many insecurities had recently resurfaced. The urge to lose himself like he had while visiting the Isles was growing more and more difficult to ignore.
He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to fix things, and at this point in time he didn't know if he wanted to. Freya deserved more than he could give her. He wanted more than.. than all of this. More than what the school itself could offer. He wanted to crush and destroy. He wanted to taste the blood of his enemies, feel it seep between his fingers all hot and sticky and metallic. He wanted all of that.
He was broken, and Herryk didn't know how to fix himself. He didn't know how to be the boil that Freya deserved.
Clenching his jaw, Herryk stared down at Freya. He said nothing. He made no move to bend, to comfort. He was lost, pulled to pieces, and he didn't know how to put it all back together again.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 9:47 pm
Freya didn't even have the strength to be angry anymore. She just pushed herself up to her feet, sniffled and wiped her nose with her arm, and looked up at Herryk one last time. Her lip wibbled, and shook, and that was as far as she could go before she finally gave up, turned tail, and ran.
She tripped on a rock, or some obstacle, not ten steps out. Back on the ground, she lost the fight to keep from crying any more, but giving up that fight gave her the strength she needed to face Herryk again. So she turned, with her arms striped in dirt and her face wet with tears, and started walking back to him again.
"Yeh promised me." Her voice caught on the words. "That yeh'd never gives up.." Her brow squished down as her expression turned sour, and would have been comical if it weren't for how terrible the situation was. "Yeh promises, and then the first signs of troubles, yeh tries teh gives up."
She reached out, and punched him, hard, on the shoulder. "YEH PROMISED ME." She screamed as she did it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 3:50 pm
Herryk couldn't even remember what their initial disagreement had been about. When she beat a hasty retreat, he was suddenly reminded how this all started.
So ridiculous.
He watched her run away, warring with himself to follow - only to see her come back at him, looking upset. He merely stood his ground, stance loose, and watched her lift a fist.
Watched her punch him, watched her scream.
"Herryk has not given up. Herryk is not the one wasting away to bits and bone. Herryk is not the one who ran away - Freya is the one who ran when she thought Herryk was making kissy faces at JD."
He lifted a hand to rub against the sore spot on his shoulder. He felt ragged, run down. Angry and ugly and mean. Tired.
Herryk shook his head.
"Herryk just.. Herryk wants things to be as they were. Long ago, back before all of this mess."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 4:35 pm
"I am NOT wastings away!" She was sick and tired of people telling her that. Every time she looked in the mirror, she felt like she'd gained weight. Was everyone lying to her, or were they just trying to make her feel better? Whatever the reason for the deception, she was sick of it. "And yeh WERE kissing kissy faces. Yehr all-" Her mouth puckered and she started making sucking noises. "Omnom Johnny Danger why are yeh so pretty and perfect omnomnom." Her sucking noises stopped, and she pouted thickly.
"How am I supposed teh even.." Her voice got very quiet, and very sad. She sniffled. "I can't competes with Johnny Danger. That's.. is not fair.."
She was embarrassed to admit it, but she didn't think she stood a chance.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 8:37 am
Everything about Herryk's entire demeanor tightened when Freya once more accused him of making kissy-faces at JD. It was ridiculous, and it only infuriated him further. He wanted to yell at her, to bellow in rage. Now she knew how it felt - and he hadn't even kissed anyone. However, as angry as he was, Herryk knew that saying that - that bringing up the topic again would only cause them to start fighting more. It was hurtful to him, seeing her like this, but there was also a sick sort of satisfaction to be wrought from it. "Bah. Freya is a fool to think that Herryk is interested in JD this way. Herryk does not go around kissing boils willy-nilly." He threw his arms up in the air. "Freya is being ridiculous about this entire situation, and it is wearing on Herryk's nerves." He wanted to hit something, but he refrained. For now.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 3:03 am
"I am NOT a fool!" Freya screeched out, stomping one foot on the floor. She turned around and sniffled. "Yeh don't understands. Yeh don't even has teh likes boils. Johnny Danger rises above gender. He is like.. he is something I has no chance against. And is.. is not fair he tries teh gets teh only person I've ever loved." She rubbed her eyes with her fists, and then reached out and pushed Herryk away again. "All I ever does is wear on yehr nerves lately. Just admits it. ADMITS IT." But she didn't really want him to admit what she feared, and so as soon as she said it, she looked up at him guiltily, and twirled around to storm off.
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