As Harol had set down his book, Freya had taken the chance to lighten her equipment with her daggers and a pair of boots. This made Harol notice he still had his boots on, so he rose up to a sitting position and removed them from his feet. From this position he could see almost the full length of Freya, and she was beutiful. That was all that passed his mind. Beautiful.
But then this was interrupted by Freya asking whether Harol had ever been love. An interesting question, one that he would need to think about. She added that he didn't need to answer, but Harol was rather sure he would nevertheless. He playfully settled on top of Freya and answered: "Have I been in love before? I don't think I have. Not in love like this anyway." He followed this answer by tapping his nose against Freya's. He wondered if he should ask her the same, but he didn't quite know if he needed to know. However, she had mentioned she had ever only trusted three people, so it could prove somewhat interesting.
In the end he let it be. She might tell it now, or they could discuss it later. It didn't feel important as of now. At least not as important as what he chose to do instead, which would be sharing a longer kiss with her. The kiss was not quite as gentle as the ones before, but that is not to say that it would have been harsh, given this was mostly because of gravity simply pressing him downwards. The feeling it produced to Harol was also relatively more intense, and he wondered what Freya would think of it.
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And back I am. Exhausted, certainly, and may need a while for that to wear off, but I'm once more here to read and even write!
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There's a lot of backlog here on my end. I'm trying my best to lessen it, but replies might be less frequent for a time. A welcome change from the nothing doing I went through though! Thanks partners!
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I suppose it is about time for me to copypaste fill in some information about myself over here just as well. Only took me a few years to getting around to do it.
I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!
I am a married individual in my twenties from the country some people dare claim does not exist. The Finland conspiracy is an old joke, you can stop with it now. Not a native speaker of the English language by any means, though I did begin studying it exceptionally early for our country's standards. I suppose it was some sort of a test case. With that out of the way though, what more should I be saying here...
- I like being nice to people. If one needs to ask why, well that alone is reason enough.
- I play and Dungeon Master Dungeons and Dragons, both offline and in the past also over here.
- I enjoy OOC chatter, be it planning the RP or a more casual exchange (not that RP'ing is that serious). I can make do without, but don't be afraid to talk to me.
- Whatever the case, I'm here to have fun and hone my writing abilities!
Thanks for stopping by I suppose! I do also have a Discord account, but I prefer to start anything RP related on the site. At least with people I don't know from the past, that is! But hey, now if you are a longer time contact of mine and happened to read this, now you know and can ask!
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Indeed, who would stop them? Freya had asked an excellent question, and that alone was enough to ensure Harol there wouldn't be anything wrong in quite some time. Hugging her tight, Harol snuck a little smooch on Freya's neck, with it being actually closer than her lips in a hug like this. "You are right", Harol responded in voice that was mostly relieved with a hint of 'but I knew that all along' mixed within.
Harol loosened his hold a little and let his arms seek places where they could rest naturally, the lower arm simply ending up extended forward and the other sliding to the mid-point of Freya's back. He pulled his head down from on top of Freya's where it had ended up in the hug and returned to the spot where he could just stare into Freya's eyes. "You are right", he repeated in a calm tone, preceding yet another quick kiss. All the troubles of Harol seemed to have disappeared for some time, and he decided to enjoy this calm as long as it lasted.
What still bothered him somewhat was the fact Freya's clothes were rather hard... Well, it was armour after all. It was not like that was the point of it. Still, it was pretty uncomfortable like this. He was not going to bring it up though. Now that he had noticed this though, he rolled onto his back and said: "One moment." He reached into his robe and pulled out his grimoire. "As I said, a warlock goes nowhere without this. However it does get pretty uncomfortable when just lying down, even if it is conveniently on the side." With that, he placed it on the floor and returned lying on his back next to Freya with his hands behind his neck, and his face turned towards her.
Harol loosened his hold a little and let his arms seek places where they could rest naturally, the lower arm simply ending up extended forward and the other sliding to the mid-point of Freya's back. He pulled his head down from on top of Freya's where it had ended up in the hug and returned to the spot where he could just stare into Freya's eyes. "You are right", he repeated in a calm tone, preceding yet another quick kiss. All the troubles of Harol seemed to have disappeared for some time, and he decided to enjoy this calm as long as it lasted.
What still bothered him somewhat was the fact Freya's clothes were rather hard... Well, it was armour after all. It was not like that was the point of it. Still, it was pretty uncomfortable like this. He was not going to bring it up though. Now that he had noticed this though, he rolled onto his back and said: "One moment." He reached into his robe and pulled out his grimoire. "As I said, a warlock goes nowhere without this. However it does get pretty uncomfortable when just lying down, even if it is conveniently on the side." With that, he placed it on the floor and returned lying on his back next to Freya with his hands behind his neck, and his face turned towards her.
Suddenly Harol found himself being pulled down. He had surely thought about it, but... Now that it was happening, it felt somewhat scary. Something new and unexpected... Something he didn't know if it would do. However, he did not want to give up on the kiss and followed along. Soon enough he however found out that lying on top of Freya was surprisingly comfortable, and most of the hesitation washed away. There they were... After some time (which Harol felt was much too short) Freya pulled back somewhat and asked whether the door was locked.
"Did I... Lock the door? I don't think I did. Just a moment and I'll see to it", Harol said and rose up by pushing on the bed on Freya's sides, doing his best to avoid pressing her hair down. He then made a quick loop accross the room and back, locking the door with the two locks on it, then returning to the bed and settled right on Freya's right side. "Couldn't remember which one of the two was the one that couldn't be opened from outside, so I took care of them both. We should have some private time now without servants popping in when we are kissing or something", Harol said and extended his other arm over Freya into a hug-like position. This made him realize the two had never hugged, but had already kissed a multitude of times. Funny, how it had gone like that.
Harol edged just a little closer and tried to pull Freya onto her side so that they would be face-to-face again. "I like you", Harol said and attempted to snake his other arm under Freya so that he could hug her properly. "I like you more than anyone else. We can be together, right?" Harol did not even know why he was asking such a question. However, it felt important.
"Did I... Lock the door? I don't think I did. Just a moment and I'll see to it", Harol said and rose up by pushing on the bed on Freya's sides, doing his best to avoid pressing her hair down. He then made a quick loop accross the room and back, locking the door with the two locks on it, then returning to the bed and settled right on Freya's right side. "Couldn't remember which one of the two was the one that couldn't be opened from outside, so I took care of them both. We should have some private time now without servants popping in when we are kissing or something", Harol said and extended his other arm over Freya into a hug-like position. This made him realize the two had never hugged, but had already kissed a multitude of times. Funny, how it had gone like that.
Harol edged just a little closer and tried to pull Freya onto her side so that they would be face-to-face again. "I like you", Harol said and attempted to snake his other arm under Freya so that he could hug her properly. "I like you more than anyone else. We can be together, right?" Harol did not even know why he was asking such a question. However, it felt important.
I'm sorry to back down like that after giving you a good chance to advance the situation, but... I really just cannot see Harol going that far yet. I am torn between the options, but I believe I'll stick with this outcome...
Eeh, I believe Harol will back down from something like that at a point this early. Wouldn't make sense for him to be that straightforward... Just yet at the very least.
I'll just leave my post there I think. I'm eager to see where you'll take this.
Freya said nothing to the story about the little incident, but in the end it wasn't anything of real importance, just something Harol found somewhat funny. Of course it was not okay to laugh at someone else's misfortune, but... Well, Harol couldn't really defend himself here. But he hadn't been rude to the person at the very least. But Freya did respond to the other things he had asked about.
"Well we'll see about that when I am freed momentarily from my studies, although it might be I have so many things on my mind that I'll keep a break from those for a couple of days starting now", he replied to her answer and swiped his left forefinger softly accross Freya's cheek. His little move was followed by Freya responding to his kiss on the cheek by copying said move and telling him that she just enjoyed being around Harol.
And then Freya leaned in for a 'proper' kiss, to which Harol joyously responded to. Sharing these moments was something that had not really crossed his mind before Freya's sudden initiative, but now, he couldn't imagine how he hadn't thought of this. Well, his mind had been pretty occupied with other things at the time. Harol toyed with the thought of leaning back towards Freya, and thus "forcing" her to back down towards the center of the bed, but came to the conclusion of that being a bit hasty with where this was going. Without really noticing it, he had however moved just a little in said direction. For now, he wanted nothing more to just be a part of this moment.
"Well we'll see about that when I am freed momentarily from my studies, although it might be I have so many things on my mind that I'll keep a break from those for a couple of days starting now", he replied to her answer and swiped his left forefinger softly accross Freya's cheek. His little move was followed by Freya responding to his kiss on the cheek by copying said move and telling him that she just enjoyed being around Harol.
And then Freya leaned in for a 'proper' kiss, to which Harol joyously responded to. Sharing these moments was something that had not really crossed his mind before Freya's sudden initiative, but now, he couldn't imagine how he hadn't thought of this. Well, his mind had been pretty occupied with other things at the time. Harol toyed with the thought of leaning back towards Freya, and thus "forcing" her to back down towards the center of the bed, but came to the conclusion of that being a bit hasty with where this was going. Without really noticing it, he had however moved just a little in said direction. For now, he wanted nothing more to just be a part of this moment.
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Harol followed Freya rising up and remove a few strands of hair from her face. She told Harol she had not planned to fall asleep as of yet, which sort of explained her funny sleeping position. "'Twas no problem", he simply replied to her. If she hadn't planned to sleep yet but had still fallen asleep, maybe she was too sleepy now to have a talk with him? Harol was proven wrong soon though, as Freya told him he could come in if he'd like. Well she could still be tired, but at least now he was invited.
"I think I'll accept your invitation", Harol said, walked in and closed the door behind him. "Just guess what happened just a few moments ago", he continued as he approached the bed and sat down near Freya. Without waiting for an answer, he continued: "Once I was done with my bath, the servant who was supposed to do the cleaning slipped into the tub. And the tub was a big one. I went back in and helped her out of there, and she just darted off after saying thanks. Well, I guess wet clothes like that tend to be uncomfortable." He didn't think mentioning how the clothes had glomped her body would add anything meaningful to the discussion, so he let it be. The fact still stayed on his mind, and it was distracting. What could he do about it however?
"Then..." Harol continued after waiting for an answer, now turning his face directly towards Freya's, "what will we do for the following days? You need to learn manners... But when? Do you have any good hours in mind? Or maybe you would like to talk about something else at this hour?" He placed a quick kiss on Freya's cheek, and waited for response.
"I think I'll accept your invitation", Harol said, walked in and closed the door behind him. "Just guess what happened just a few moments ago", he continued as he approached the bed and sat down near Freya. Without waiting for an answer, he continued: "Once I was done with my bath, the servant who was supposed to do the cleaning slipped into the tub. And the tub was a big one. I went back in and helped her out of there, and she just darted off after saying thanks. Well, I guess wet clothes like that tend to be uncomfortable." He didn't think mentioning how the clothes had glomped her body would add anything meaningful to the discussion, so he let it be. The fact still stayed on his mind, and it was distracting. What could he do about it however?
"Then..." Harol continued after waiting for an answer, now turning his face directly towards Freya's, "what will we do for the following days? You need to learn manners... But when? Do you have any good hours in mind? Or maybe you would like to talk about something else at this hour?" He placed a quick kiss on Freya's cheek, and waited for response.
As much as of an enjoyment it was just feeling the warm water splashing around, Harol came to the conclusion that he really had to wash himself before the water cooled down. Even if there was lots of water and it was still very warm, the rule better safe than sorry governed Harol's actions. He reached for all the different kinds of washing equipment, and began washing himself up.
It did not take awfully long, and Harol was actually a little disappointed on how fast he was done, so he simply splashed around in the water for a moment longer. Soon enough that lost it's charm too, and Harol rose up from the tub, and walked to the towel that had been left on the bench, next to which he had left his clothes. Drying his back was quite a chore for him, but at last he was dry enough to don his clothes again. Harol walked back into the hallway, past the servant who had apparently stood there for the whole time, and left towards his room as he heard the servant go into the bathroom he had just left, most likely to clean up after him.
However, Harol soon heard a shriek and a splash from the bathroom and quickly rushed back. It looked like she had slipped and ended up diving into the tub. Harol rolled back his sleeves and reached for the servants hands to help her out of the water. She gripped Harol's wrists firmly as did Harol take hold of hers, and pulled her up from the water and onto the floor. Her clothing was soaked and clinged onto her form, which Harol did his best to ignore. "Are you alright? Did you hit your head?" Harol asked genuinely concerned. "I am fine sir... Thank you..." she replied and stood up, now her clothes being even more visibly clingy. She tried her best to pull them off her body into a more civil look, but kept failing the attempts. "I'll find someone to take care of this mess I caused..." she continued and rushed out of the room, leaving Harol just standing there.
Well, now that that was over and done with, Harol headed back towards his room, and as he was passing the room believed had been reserved for Freya, decided to knock on the door to see if she was there. No answer. His curiosity not satisfied, he pressed down on the handle, and to his surprise the door opened. Harol didn't know if he would be welcome to intrude, but he came to the conclusion that simply taking a look in would not kill him. Inside, he saw Freya sleeping on top of her bed with her hair open instead of the braid, even though he had rarely seen her hair even like that, given the hood and all. Now, even if he was not the street-wisest person, Harol knew not to sneak up on a sleeping person who had been hunted for all their life long, and simply called her from the door: "Hey, Freya... You could try sleeping under the covers. And I believe you would be comfier without all that leather padding too. Good night!" If she were not to respond, he'd just head to sleep on his own. Otherwise they might still have some time to discuss something. Maybe Harol could tell her about the funny incident just moments ago?
It did not take awfully long, and Harol was actually a little disappointed on how fast he was done, so he simply splashed around in the water for a moment longer. Soon enough that lost it's charm too, and Harol rose up from the tub, and walked to the towel that had been left on the bench, next to which he had left his clothes. Drying his back was quite a chore for him, but at last he was dry enough to don his clothes again. Harol walked back into the hallway, past the servant who had apparently stood there for the whole time, and left towards his room as he heard the servant go into the bathroom he had just left, most likely to clean up after him.
However, Harol soon heard a shriek and a splash from the bathroom and quickly rushed back. It looked like she had slipped and ended up diving into the tub. Harol rolled back his sleeves and reached for the servants hands to help her out of the water. She gripped Harol's wrists firmly as did Harol take hold of hers, and pulled her up from the water and onto the floor. Her clothing was soaked and clinged onto her form, which Harol did his best to ignore. "Are you alright? Did you hit your head?" Harol asked genuinely concerned. "I am fine sir... Thank you..." she replied and stood up, now her clothes being even more visibly clingy. She tried her best to pull them off her body into a more civil look, but kept failing the attempts. "I'll find someone to take care of this mess I caused..." she continued and rushed out of the room, leaving Harol just standing there.
Well, now that that was over and done with, Harol headed back towards his room, and as he was passing the room believed had been reserved for Freya, decided to knock on the door to see if she was there. No answer. His curiosity not satisfied, he pressed down on the handle, and to his surprise the door opened. Harol didn't know if he would be welcome to intrude, but he came to the conclusion that simply taking a look in would not kill him. Inside, he saw Freya sleeping on top of her bed with her hair open instead of the braid, even though he had rarely seen her hair even like that, given the hood and all. Now, even if he was not the street-wisest person, Harol knew not to sneak up on a sleeping person who had been hunted for all their life long, and simply called her from the door: "Hey, Freya... You could try sleeping under the covers. And I believe you would be comfier without all that leather padding too. Good night!" If she were not to respond, he'd just head to sleep on his own. Otherwise they might still have some time to discuss something. Maybe Harol could tell her about the funny incident just moments ago?
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