Freyd

“I prefer Gooplinetics.” Eyes scanning her as she pulled the tatters of her shambliness together. Freyd knew full well what had transpired here. What concerned him was with whom, and whether she'd tell. Since he’d known her, Mari had consistently displayed colossally poor judgment. It had driven a wedge between them before, with a chaser of ChaseR as accelerant. To have found her knocked out and experimenting with virulent disease like it was a fresh tin of Playdough, after stumbling alone on the twenty ninth floor, had hardly settled his concerns. Darker tides in his brain threat

“Freyd…” He snorted. “Can’t be. Freyd would be way less clunky and loud than someone wearing all this ridiculous hockey paraphernalia. Although, I dunno… maybe I should have it chromed, since the subtle look seems to be out this season.” Even in the dourest of moments, and delivered deadpan, he couldn’t quite help himself. Hair tussles, features flushed and the surroundings more than slightly singed, Freyd raised an eyebrow as if to beg the inevitable question. A vague explanation given that did nothing to explain how this was some old favorite haunt, unless… the memorie

Last scion of the stray berry clan pinned and prone in a bed of smeared yogurt, Freyd stayed its execution as motion stirred beneath his other set of fingertips. Azure orbs articulating to the starboard, they caught a glimpse of dainty turtling, then felt the slow reprieve of spite snake its tendrils outward. So… maybe he could sleep in his own bed tonight, after all? Eyes still downcast, as if it might somehow make him invisible if he denied anything eye contact, he silently thanked the last of the granola gods that Reliq was snoring in the vacated cookie jar, sounding oddly like rice c

Dismissing the beacon of warmth and ghostly illumination with the wave of black plated gauntlet, Freyd breathed deep the damp, dead darkness of the dulled sea. Roiling, yet flat, it’s surface revealed no evidence of depth. Salt wafted, stinging the tongue. Like bitter tears welling up from the tainted land itself, a notion occurred that the island might be wading in a soup of its own liquidated mobs. A lovely thought. Eyes adjusting to absence near instantly, light’s vacation felt more familiar than ever. That alone was already disturbing. Mina barked her orders. Her hand’s blessing we

Pantry restocked, dust bunnies hunted to extinction, dried wood and kindling freshly chopped and stacked, Freyd was surprised by how much effort such a small house required after so long an absence. Devoting his uniquely obsessive resolve to housekeeping ensured the results were beyond meticulous. He'd even left a stash of Hollandaise and honey buns in a basket on the counter and a note under her sheltered mirror that read: 'It's here when you're ready.' Time spent with Elora had taught him to value the simpler pleasures of domestic life and how the littlest touches could hold power beyo

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“You always show up with something warm.” A smile burdened the Whisper’s face, appreciating the lion’s observation, and accepting it as thanks. Glancing from the edge of his stormy cloud, Freyd nodded his thanks and welcome to Ariel. Neither of them were big on words, especially where few were called for. Such is the unspoken tongue of the raid veterans. “Good hunting today, Ariel. To us all.” Other heroes soon emerged from the dark morass at their backs to face off against the maelstrom in the waters before them. Baldur, Hirru, Wulfrin and Ciela, even Mari. Freyd knew the

"I know a place. Up on the thirteenth floor. It used to be... home." Freyd seemed wistful as he spoke. "It's a nice enough place, and on the edge of the safe zone, so no guards will bother us. But you should definitely get some rest before we go. I wouldn't dare travel through the void with you in this condition, which means we'll need to hoof it." Cleaning up up as best he could, Freyd swore to burn the soiled sheets afterwards as a precaution. Scooping her up in his arms he carried her delicately upstairs, assuming a bed might be waiting. The house itself was too tiny for it t

"Hrm. That's right. You haven't seen me fight in a while. I started tanking a few raids back, and really, really know how to piss off a mob. Somehow, I doubt this is a surprise." A scoundrel's grin perched itself on his lips, one arm still wrapped around her for as long as she needed, the other scouring scruff for ideas. "If closing off the void kept it at bay, I wonder if I could similarly coax it out at a time of our choosing. It.. wouldn't be pleasant, but..." He shrugged, basically making it all up as he went. Best laid plans, and all that. At this point, they were winging it w

Freyd half expected her to shatter into a thousand shimmering orange shards, like he'd once done. Wiping tears frozen to her cheeks away, he had a notion of where she was, even if their roads there had been very different. A smile, creasing youthful eyes masked behind a veneer of bearded age and sorrows. "I'm happy to hear you want to live," he whispered back, still holding her close and letting her soak up whatever heat she needed or wanted. This wasn't romance or lust, nor sordid scandal claiming purchase over the desire to merely help a friend in need. It felt... good, to know he

Holding her close, Freyd soothed her as best he could without truly knowing how. Giving comfort was still alien to him in so many ways… though.. .there had been lessons in tenderness along the way. Channeling memories of warmth and joy, he dismissed his armor and gauntlets to let her feel whatever seeming of human contact he might manage to offer. Eyes downturned, he watched one of his oldest friends suffer - for that’s what she truly was to him, though he’d never known precisely how to pin it down. Wiping her brow. Clearing the vile vomit spewing from her core, Freyd nursed her again

Holding her, as gently as he could while she convulsed atop his folded legs, Freyd ceased the skill’s flow as soon as he was able. “Did I do it wrong?” he wondered aloud, puzzled by the reaction. Was it working and the thing inside her was writhing as it withered, or was he making things worse? Does it feed on her pain too? No wonder it’s gotten so strong. It hurts…. Takeshi this hurts… “I’m trying Amari, but I don’t know what to do or how to make this better. This is different than before." Probably because they were different - both of them. So much had happe

“Don’t have daughters.” Spoken lightly, the comment slapped him harder than expected, as if the possibility of children had never even occurred to him. When? How?! Thrust aside just as quickly, Freyd felt he’d make a terrible father in any case. “Ahh…I probably fainted because I didn’t eat.” Right. Sure. It couldn’t possibly be the evil goop goblin you have guzzling up your darker impulses like a glutton at an all-you-can eat buffet? Freyd kept quiet, slathering up a wafer with some leftover Hollandaise and ramming it down his gob to keep his trap shut. “I’m like a ch

Sensing the strain building inside Elora without even having to look at her, Freyd’s hand reached out to cradle hers with surprising tenderness. Slowly scooping a mixture of granular sludge to his lips with his left, his eyes creased at the edges with wear while a calloused thumb ran reassuringly over her far fairer and daintier digits. She trembled even as her frustrations grew at the defensive gambits of a clever bit of sausage. Gentle, like the bliss of a lover’s press, the whorl of his thumb ran around and between the tension in her knuckles, easing with touch what clumsy words woul