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 Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 8:08 pm
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Herryk was silent, helplessly so, and Tuck felt a deep, unbidden sadness fill his chest. The weapon did not speak but there was a poignant ache of wanting - no, needing - to remember the emotions that Freya so obviously felt, that weighted her down like a heavy stone. He couldn't, though. He couldn't remember their relationship, this fathomless love that she spoke of, the yearning and the sadness, the feelings of inadequacy.
He couldn't remember any of it, and yet there was something so wrenchingly familiar about the ghoul that he could not help but feel a core-deep frustration that soon filled Tuck's mind with a violent, aching presence.
Tuck didn't know what to do. He wanted to kneel next to the creature, to brush that tangled blonde hair from her face, to assure her that everything was going to be okay - but on the other hand he felt stifled. Herryk's presence was so incredibly overpowering that Tuck wasn't sure that he could handle it. He didn't know if he would survive the onslaught of so many emotions all at once.
"I'm sorry," Tuck rumbled gruffly, the corners of his mouth tilting down. "I'm so sorry."
Herryk was brooding, dark and silent. Swallowing, Tuck moved to kneel next to Freya, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. He wasn't sure what had happened here today, and he certainly hadn't expected it, but as he pulled away to rise to his feet Tuck hoped that he could learn something about this. Something more about Herryk - and maybe something good could come of all of this.
"I will see you soon, Freya," Tuck lifted his hand to his pendant, softly mumbling a faint, "Goodbye," as he teleported back home.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2013 8:51 pm
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Hearing those words coming from Tuck's voice jarred her back into the present. She looked up; the hallucination in front of her disappeared, and all she saw was a confused man, a confused hunter, staring down at her with so many emotions whirling in his eyes that she almost felt like he cared. She took in a sharp breath, and wiped the tears off her face, before curling up tighter and keeping a locked gaze on him through her eyelashes. If he was about to take advantage of her, he was in for a rude awakening.
She stiffened when he came closer, but her eyes widened when she felt the kiss. Her lips parted, and her jaw fell, staring at him incredulously. It was Tuck, now, who had her attention. Tuck who she couldn't stop staring at. Tuck who was promising her things he shouldn't. Things like seeing her again. He didn't know any better, did he? He didn't understand what goodbye really meant.
Goodbyes were forever.
She didn't even get a chance to tell him, or Herryk, goodbye. Her hand raised, but he disappeared right in front of her eyes, and she was left sitting alone in the room, with one hand curled around her knees, and the other lifted halfway up into wave. So, into the silent, empty room, she whispered her last regret away.
"Goodbye."
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