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 Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 7:13 pm
Herryk stepped out of the shower, wrapping a thick towel around his waist.
After his explosive meeting with Mac, Herryk had locked himself into his dorm. With only his poofs for company, Herryk hadn't answered his eyePhone when it rang, hadn't checked his groanspring or anything else. It wasn't really a depression. He'd just been... brooding. Lost in his thoughts. Contemplating his future. Deciding how to approach Freya.
Freya.
She was his everything. Freya made him want to be a better boil. Herryk, once apprehensive about sharing his feelings and such, had learned from Freya that being affectionate did not mean weakness. In fact, with Freya, Herryk felt stronger. He felt like he could accomplish anything. He wanted her to be happy, needed her to be happy. Herryk certainly was happy whenever he was around her.
And yet... this situation with Mac had Herryk feeling uneasy. Disjointed. Utterly confused. Hurt.
Padding out to his living area, Herryk fell back into one of the smallish chairs that graced the sitting area of his dorm. His foxfires sensed his mood and kept themselves to their pen. All of them except for Sweet Nanna. She was perched on the corner of his bed, watching him with her dark eyes.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 8:21 pm
He hadn't been answering his phone.
She hadn't even bothered checking groanspring. As soon as Herryk stopped answering his phone for more than an hour, Freya had flown out to the undead dorms.. for, surprisingly, the first time ever. He'd told her what room he stayed in, she simply hadn't had the chance to come visit - until now. Out of sheer worry.
There was a valkyrie banging on his door minutes later. "Herryk! Herryk! Herryk can yeh hears me HERRYK I WILL BREAKS DOWN THE DOOR IF YEH CAN'S MOVES HERRYK-" Her banging became insistent.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 8:33 pm
Herryk's head fell against the backrest of the chair. He squeezed his eyes closed. Maybe if he was quiet she would just ... go away and leave him to his thoughts. He wasn't sure if he felt ready to deal with this yet.
Herryk's gaze turned to his slightly bruised knuckles. Tch. Might as well get it out of the way.
Pushing himself to his feet, Herryk swung open the door, gave her a look, and then stalked into the depths of his dark, cool room.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 8:43 pm
Once she realized the door was opening, she almost stormed in - but a step in the door, and she froze. That look. It froze her on the spot, making a chill run down her spine.
What was that for?!
"H-.." She found her throat close up, and just fell silent, walking inside and closing the door behind her. She followed him, taking her time to look around, but she couldn't see very well - he seemed to like it in the dark. That sort of made sense, but it also gave her the creeps. The dark, coupled with his silence, and that look, made her stomach feel queasy.
Once she found him, she put both of her hands on him, just to feel the comfort of his body underneath her touch. Her voice finally returned to her as soon as she felt his skin.
"Herryk? What's wrong??"
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 8:50 pm
Just one touch of her hands had Herryk weak in the knees. She held that much power over him. It was terrifying and soothing at the same time. Beautiful and grotesque. Herryk's thoughts were roiling.
"Herryk saw Mac."
The words were spoken over his shoulder as he pulled away from her and moved into the bathroom. The door closed behind him, though not completely, and a dim light flicked on. There was the soft sound of the towel hitting the floor, a rustling. Mere seconds later he reappeared wearing a pair of dark sweatpants. A soft shirt was clutched in one hand.
"Herryk and Freya need to talk."
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 10:13 pm
Mac. That might have explained some things.. Herryk would have been upset after dealing with that.. that... eugh. The thought even got her upset! Now she was glad they were in the dark. Her frown was probably very ugly.
She followed him as he walked to the bathroom, but when the door closed in her face, albeit not strongly, she stared at it for a moment. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she vaguely registered that he was changing, and a blush kissed her cheeks while she touched the door gently and waited. Her hand remained risen in that same position when he opened the door, and her eyes furrowed in worry. They fluttered from his face, to the shirt, and back.
"Yehr right." Freya murmured darkly. "We do needs teh talk." She took a step forward, pressed her hands on his chest, and looked up at him very seriously.
"Since when does Herryk wear shirts?" This was unacceptable.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 10:29 pm
Herryk just stared. He stared, and then he stared some more. A smile twitched on his lips, threatening to kill the half-frown that currently resided there. He drew down his brows in a real, solid frown. After some thought, Herryk lifted the shirt up between them, grasped the collar in two hands, and slowly tore the shirt in half. Promptly balling it up, Herryk threw it on the bed. It landed next to Nanna, who immediately curled up in her master's discarded shirt.
Herryk placed his hands on his hips. "Herryk is serious, Freya. Herryk hurt Mac. Badly. Afterwards, Mac spoke of tickles. And wrestling. And pictures. And ... kissing."
He almost choked on that final word. It was so bitter on his tongue.
"Freya mentioned none of these things, only the kissing."
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 10:35 pm
The sound, and sight, of Herryk ripping a shirt in half just because she did not approve of them, made her shiver. She bit her lip, her smile only managing to widen when he mentioned hurting Mac. Good, she thought, as her hands settled on her own hips in an imitation of his pose.
But it was the rest of his words that started to make her smile fall. Not in guilt, but in just a touch of disgust. Was Mac.. had Mac mentioned all the things they'd done before he kissed her to try and make it seem like this was all her fault?
Worse off.. was it working?!
"Freya - I tolds yeh that it seemed like me and Mac were goings teh be friends, before he kissed me. That was what I meant, all that stuffs. There wasn't anythings inappropriate goings on, until he fell on me, and I tried teh gets up but he was there and HOLD ON A SECOND, why am I even explainings this to yeh like I dids something wrong?" Freya's hackles has risen in surprise. "Yehr confusing me, baby boil. Are yeh sayings I'm not allowed to make friends, and has fun with them, like I always do?"
Now her arms rose and folded in front of her, waiting impatiently.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 10:44 pm
Herryk looked confused. His frown faltered briefly. He almost looked like he was losing the confidence to hash this all out. It irritated Herryk, and the frown came back full force.
"Herryk is not saying that Freya cannot make friends and has .. have fun with them like she always does. Herryk just does not like... Herryk just ..." He growled at Freya. Teeth bared.
"Herryk does not go around tickling ghouls that he meets. Herryk does not do these things. What happens if Freya meets a boil and thinks that he is going to be her friend and then he," Herryk waved his hands. He was so distressed. He was getting angry. Frustrated.
"Raghh. It does not matter. Herryk cannot make the words come out right. Freya can do whatever she wants." He threw his arms up in the air before crossing them over his chest. He wasn't getting anywhere with her, and it was making him cross.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 11:00 pm
Freya was never wrong. This was important and would always be the case. She assured herself of this, even as she felt the icy stabs of doubt in her heart the moment he put himself in her position. She fell silent, arms releasing to fall at her sides as her eyes flickered away to picture it.
Herryk, tickling some other ghoul. Her heart clenched in pain.
But that was just how it had always been with Freya. Every person she'd known, every friend she'd had, everything she'd ever done, was always so physical, so easy, so free. And no one had ever cared..
No one had ever cared about her like Herryk did.
No one had ever loved her so fiercely, so strongly, so completely.
Were the rules truly so very different, in this new game?
All of the time she'd spent thinking about this, a look of pure concentration had crossed her face, and the silence passed as she tried to resolve all of this in her head. It looked like she was trying to do complicated math, the way her lips pursed, and her nose pinched. Finally, she looked back up at Herryk, and her lower lip jutted out in a thick pout.
"Herryk." She whispered, reaching up to wrap both of her hands around the forearms that crossed over his chest. "I didn't realize this would bothers yeh. It's how I've always been.." She shook her head, and rested her chin on his forearm to look up at him pathetically.
"Yehr right. Freya does not wants her baby boil tickling other ghouls, so she should not be tickling other boils."
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 11:12 pm
Herryk's eyes widened in shock. He would be the first to admit it, he'd been expecting a fight. As soon as she walked in, Herryk's defenses had shot straight up. He had been ready for yelling and fighting and possibly angry almost-intimates after that but for her to say that he was right? Herryk was shocked. Utterly and completely shocked.
Herryk forced himself to pay attention to her words. He was reminded of something that Mac said, something about losing oneself. Herryk didn't want that for Freya. He loved her so deeply because she was his ladybird. She was bold and forward, sweet and affectionate, fiesty and without remorse. Herryk loved these things.
He loved everything about her, and he loved her just the way she was.
Herryk's arms dropped as he peered down at her. He was speechless, honestly, but he knew one thing for certain. He didn't want her changing just because he got upset. He just wanted her to ... "Herryk just wants Freya to understand how much he loves her. Herryk... cannot stand the thought of another boil touching this skin. It is Herryk's to touch. These lips," he brushed his fingers across her full lower lip, "these lips are Herryk's to kiss. The thought of another boil... it drives Herryk mad."
He paused for a moment. "Herryk does not want Freya to change, or stop being who she is. Herryk just wants Freya to be... careful." His eyes moved to the darker patches of skin along his knuckles, bruised from striking Mac.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 12:37 am
"I can't seems teh forget how much yeh loves me, Herryk." She murmured softly, her lips turning up in a smirk while her eyes dropped and her fingers traced along the line of muscle that cut down his stomach. "Yeh seems teh remind me more every day in the way yeh treats me." Her gaze rose back up to his eyes. "The way yeh looks at me." She leaned against him, her palms flattening out against him. "The way yeh holds me. I don't thinks I'll ever be able to lives without it."
She lifted one hand, and rubbed her eye with one fist. "I wants teh promise nothings like this will ever happens again, Herryk." She mumbled with a pout. "But all I can promise is that, like, if I am friends with a boil, I guess I will just.. try to remembers what it would feels like if yeh were hanging out with a friend who is a ghoul, and work from there."
Never. Never in her life had she compromised herself for another person. It was constricting, and freeing at the same time. But most of all..
Most of all, it scared her right out of her mind.
Fortunately, the idea of losing Herryk scared her far more than that.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 7:32 am
Herryk had slipped the hand that had busied itself with brushing against her lips to rest against the side of Freya's neck. He gazed at her intently as she spoke, a sense of pride filling him. It was an extremely satisfying feeling, knowing that she was sure that he loved her, knowing that Freya felt as strongly for him as he did Freya.
He pressed a kiss to her lips, hungrily taking her mouth. For now, her promise was enough to soothe the beast the clawed at Herryk's chest. He liked to think that switching the roles would give her pause, enough to make her rethink how her actions might make him feel. This was a safe compromise, and Herryk was not going to push the issue.
Herryk broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. His eyes remained closed for a long moment as he just soaked her in before he spoke.
"That is all Herryk asks."
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 6:18 pm
Herryk's touch felt cool, for the lack of heat coursing through his body. But the skin that felt his touch warmed, leaving trails that tingled across her neck. When he took her with his kiss, she was pliable, melting against him and wrapping her arms as far up around his neck as she could reach. When the kiss broke, and his eyes remained closed, she watched them. The dark eyelids were irresistable, and she leaned up quickly to kiss each one.
"Then that is what Herryk will gets." She grinned up at him, nuzzling her nose against his. "Freya will gives Herryk anything he asks for."
The word coy meant little to nothing to Freya.
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 6:44 pm
Herryk made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a purr at her words. It rumbled through his broad chest in such a way that Freya likely felt it against her own skin. His eyes remained closed as a soft smile toyed with his lips. Anything? He liked the sound of that. He liked it very much. His big hands spanned her waist, fingers digging in to the pliable flesh there. She was so warm to the touch, a shocking contrast to the coolness of his own skin.
And she tasted delicious.
Herryk opened his eyes and peered down at her, gaze heavy-lidded. He seemed to fall deeply into thought as he settled his body close to hers. Not even a whisper would be able to slip between their flush bodies.
"Herryk has been thinking about something... very serious, Freya." Herryk's voice was a low baritone, his words almost a comfortable sort of growl. "Herryk wanted to wait, but..." he slid a hand to her lower back, going so far as to rake his nails along the curve of her hip, "but Herryk... thinks it is time."
He leaned brushed his lips against Freya's jawline, sliding upwards towards her ear. Herryk nipped at her earlobe before speaking once more, softly into her ear. "Would Freya.. like to meet.. Herryk's babies?"
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