FaithfulMuse

Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

When Freya finished cleaning the last dagger, she heard Harol speaking up, trying to explain what he said. She let out a frustrated sigh and laid the dagger down onto the bed again, looking at him. "And you think that makes it sound better? Because it doesn't. I hate that damn scar, but another thing I hate is having to hide my face all the time, because if I don't, people will recognise me and betray me. That's the reason I can never pull down my hood and take off my veil, not even if I wanted to. I've been walking around like this for years now, only getting the chance to take off those damn things when I'm sure nobody will see me. I don't just wear a veil and a hood to hide that his forsaken scar, no matter how much I hate it, but because if anyone would see my face, that could mean my death. And don't tell me that you know what it feels like, because you hardly do. You walked around hiding your face for not even one goddamned day, I've done so for many years in a row." She replied, collecting her daggers, walking over to her belt, and attaching the daggers to her belt again.

"Also, I believe that my reward for keeping your ass safe was a sanctuary. Do you know what I imagine when I hear the word sanctuary? A place where I can be relaxed, with no worries. Somewhere people don't know me, where they won't judge me because of my past or what I am. Somewhere I can show my face again without fearing to be betrayed. Now tell me, does that sound like the place we're heading to, according to you? It better does, because rogues rarely make deals and keep promises, but when they do, you should return the favour. If not, you might regret promising me something you can't give." She added to her words, glaring at Harol. What he had said certainly hadn't calmed her down, and the look in her eyes as well as the tone in her voice gave that away.

Freya didn't care if her words sounded like a threat. It was a warning, one he might as well wanted to keep in his mind. Only several hours ago she had put her own life at risk to help him kill knights and assassins, because she knew what her reward would be in the end. Now if that reward couldn't be given to her, she was pretty much convinced she wouldn't put her own life at risk for him again.

Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

Freya was glad when it seemed to be the case that Harol wasn't going to mention her scar, she felt relieved and grateful for him not bringing it up. But after a moment he did, and the relief and gratefulness quickly made place for embarassment and a feeling of anger. Sure enough he didn't mention it straight out, but instead in a more subtle way, but he still did mention it. The scar being visible was already something Freya found worse enough, but the fact that Harol just had to mention it only made it more worse.

"I do not believe that there currently is anything I need or wish to discuss with you." Freya replied to Harol, before she took out her shoes and took off her belt. She put her shoes down down at the side of the bed, took a piece of fabric out of her pocket and removed her daggers from her belt. Once she had removed all of her daggers from it Freya tossed her belt at her small pile. Laying her daggers onto the bed carefully, she started to clean the blades of her daggers, paying no attention to Harol. After he mentioned her scars, the least thing Freya wanted was to talk with him.

Surely enough, maybe his subtle reference to her scar seemed very innocent in Harol's eyes and maybe he hadn't meant to offend or embarrass her, but Freya hated the scar more than any other part of herself and hated to be reminded of its existence.

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Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

Freya shrugged. "It is hurting quite badly, especially after carrying that bed, but I have endured worse. It will take a while to heal, but my arm is still functioning, so I suppose I do not have anything to complain about." She said in reply to Harol's words, sitting down at the other bed. Lifting it might haven't been a very smart thing to do, but she supposed that if she'd just let her arm rest for a while, everything would be fine soon enough. And seeing as they would reach the house of Clasz the next day, or the day after that, she figured that once they had gotten there, she should be able to give her arm the rest it needed.

Freya took off her veil, hooded coat and brown leather gloves, and without worrying where they would land, tossed them carelessly into one of the corners of the room. It would be no use to keep them on, as they were alone in the room anyway. Although in one way Freya felt relieved that she didn't have to hide herself for a while, she also felt a little uncomfortable without it. Not because of her straight, long black hair or her now much better visible, light brown eyes. No, the reason she felt uncomfortable was because of the scar in her neck, caused by a cut that had been only one inch away from hitting something vital and being her death, was now visible too. It had been several years ago since anyone had seen her without her hood and veil, even if in a rare case she would be accompanying another rogue, and the last time she had taken off her veil while with someone, that someone had been her supposed husband on the night that he had been killed. She already had the scar in her neck back then, but apart from him nobody had ever seen it. Now, Harol was the second person to see that scar and she wasn't exactly glad that it was visible, but she supposed that it would seem quite strange to keep her veil on while they were alone.

"No need to keep those on while we are alone. After all, we know from each other that we are wanted and have no reason to turn the other in, so I might as well show my face for once. If you wish to, feel free to pull down your hood or anything." Once she was done talking Freya rubbed her neck and the scar on it for a brief moment, feeling embarrassed now that the scar would showing. What would he be thinking of it? She was a rogue, but somehow someone had managed to almost kill her, and her scar was showing that. It had to sound very incompetent.

Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

Freya looked at Noddy for a brief moment. Though he was quite a strange person to her and she didn't trust him, it seemed like a good idea to go along with him to her. Not so that she could help him to acquire a second bed in the room, but to keep an eye on him. Regardless of what Harol said or what kind of favours Noddy owed him, Freya wasn't willing to trust him, or anyone for that matter. She followed Noddy out of the room and towards the owner of the tavern to arrange things, supposing that Noddy knew where he was going.

"You don't trust me, do you, dagger-wielder?" Noddy asked after a moment of silence, having noticed her hand resting on her dagger a while ago already. "No, I do not trust you. But then again, I do not trust anyone." She answered. "Is that so? You seem to trust your friend of house Arkdal enough to sleep in one room with him." Noddy remarked. "Only because he asked me to protect him, and because he carries no daggers and is not capable of casting a harmful spell upon me without turning half of the village into ashes. Would he be foolish enough to turn his back to me, I can take him on."

Like Freya expected the second bed for in the room wasn't that hard to acquire, and she was glad the man wasn't asking any questions, possibly because they both agreed that the less he knew, the better. After all he only had to give them a second bed and as long as somebody would pay -with in this case Noddy being that somebody-, he didn't need to know who was staying in the room, meaning Harol and Freya would have nothing to worry about and the owner wouldn't get involved with anything.

The two of them walked back to the room where Harol was once they were done, this time not saying a word to each other.

Your Personal Themesong

Those skillet songs are great too, I agree. If you enjoy skillet and TFK you might want to give the band Red a try too, I haven't heard much songs of them yet, but but their songs Faceless, Lie to me and Pieces are very nice to me, I especially like Lie to me a lot.

Also on a completely unrelated topic: You watch Arrow too? (I noticed your sig)

Warlock in distresss (hekazu and FaihtfulMuse)

I'm not that great at puppeting characters that aren't mine, but I'll give it a try. (apologies in advanced if play him terrible)

Your Personal Themesong

Ooh if you love Monster you should look up more of their songs, I think you'll like them. Some if the ones I like best are:
Live free or let me die
Awake and alive
It's not me it's you
Not gonna die
Falling in the black
Whispers in the dark
Dead inside

I know some of the titles sound pretty dark and most aren't exactly happy lyrics neither, but they're still great. Also if you like them, I'll send you the titles of some Thousand Foot Krutch songs, those guys are awesome!

Your Personal Themesong

I often find that songs of the bands Thousand Foot Krutch and Skillet tend to describe how I feel really good. I'm not sure what my theme song would be right now, but until a few days ago it used to be Sick of it by Skillet.