Just Mary

Mary Harvelle. 23 yrs. Human. Slave.

[ycungmary]

“Its a little odd, how things can shift so quickly. Last time you were the one telling me I shouldn’t come back to visit you in here.. And now you are the one having to come back to visit me. Weird, isn’t it?” Her baby blues studied her best friend, quietly wondering if she was frustrated with her, or even mad. After all, Teddy had seemed awfully relieved when she first was claimed, and so darn determined that Mary ought to stay out of the cells at all costs. Trying for a hesitant smile, the blonde opened her mouth again. “I’ve missed you.” 

@recalciitrantx

[ycungmary]

vkingxhvitserk​:

Hvitserk put his hands gently on her lower waist when they pulled back from the kiss. He just wanted to hold her, be close to her…..he never felt this way about someone before. In his culture, you married to have children, to continue your bloodline. It wasn’t necessarily about love. It was a strange concept to him, but yet with Mary it felt so simple. It felt so liberating. “I am fine, little one. Don’t worry about me. Worry about yourself. That is what’s important.” The viking said with a soft tone. The vampire nodded his head with a smile. “Of course. I don’t want you down in the cells. I never did. I would like to keep you back up here if that is what you want, but if you need more time I understand as well.” 

It felt too good to be back in his arms, to feel their strength press into her body while also noting how gently he handled her. She’d always wondered if that was what Evan felt like when being with her.. that she was so very breakable. Part of her knew he had been scared though. Scared her family would tear them apart. And in hindsight, probably scared that she could die before he’d get the chance to make sure he’d spend eternity with her. And while she hadn’t wanted to admit it, there was a negative connotation to feeling weak, little and breakable even to your partner. Which had to be the biggest difference between Evan and Hvitserk. He didn’t see her as fragile. He loved her just as she was, without any promise of becoming a vampire or the ultimatum of choosing between him and someone else she loved. If anything that was incredibly reassuring. “I am going to worry either way you know? You’re near invincible, and you don’t need my help to heal, but I am still going to care about how you’re doing. Even if you’ll be fine in the end.” She smiled a little crookedly at him, though it dimmed a little as he brought up the issue of her being claimed or not. “I know you don’t, and as much as being there at times scares me I.. I just need a little bit of time, okay? To sort things out.” She hoped he wouldn’t be too stressed about her safety. “Maybe this way we can like.. date. Just take a step back and have fun together.” 

[ycungmary]

oncealcstsoul​:

silas wasn’t alarmed by the crying, he had figured it was going to happen. with all the poor girl had gone through he would’ve thought she was heartless if she didn’t cry. besides, the slave was in no place to judge when it came to crying, he cried at least once a day over the littlest things. what could he say? he was sensitive. so he held her as she cried, hoping he could be some kind of comfort to her with all that was happening. sometimes really all someone needed was a shoulder to cry on. he sure wished someone would do that for him. he gave her a kind smile when he pulled away, head tilting a bit. a slight laugh left him at the mention of being nice, “i like to think i am, but i’m just doing what i would want others to do for me. you look like you really needed someone to hear you out,” he shrugged his shoulders slightly, “i’m silas, by the way.”

Mary quietly wondered if he thought her pathetic for crying. In front of a stranger and all. Normally she wouldn’t care, but here everyone seemed to be judging you for the smallest of things. Most had this idea of how slaves should act, and she never seemed to fit the brief. Though she had learned that her quiet nature and submissive traits were something that others seemed to respond to. It was different with Hvitserk though. He didn’t really seem to mind, but he didn’t come across as if he needed her to be one way or the other. If anything he kept telling her to be herself. That he found her sweet and wanted to protect her. And she really hadn’t done anything to make him feel that way.. other than being who she was. Other than valuing their time together. Being held while crying brought her a lot of comfort, and brought her back to easier times. When what you cried over was a bad day or an abysmal grade. His face lighted up when he laughed. It suited him. Laughing and smiling. “Well I would say I owe you one but if the situation was reversed I wouldn’t do it simply to return the favor. I did.. My best friend was recently claimed and its been fairly lonely since.” she admitted, drawing in another deep breath and wiping the last tears from her cheeks. “Its very nice to meet you Silas. I’m Mary.” 

[ycungmary]

incubus-god-xavier​:

She was giddy and excited. Something Xavier did like to see in girls. Her fingers moving over the book and the way she seemed to basically shine when looking at it, gave truth to her words. He had heard about the series though never got around the actually reading it. “I’ll have to add it to list of books that I must read.” Watching her and the way her cheeks flushed made him wonder if she was in fact very similar to the woman. But she was much prettier and could one hundred percent toss the woman out of the picture. “Well they would look very normal, like you and I, but they’d be much better looking than some of the people in this city. And have really cool powers.” At her question he gave a small shrug. “Not too often, but I do enjoy some time at the bar. Finding pretty things to come home with me or go for walks around the city. You want one of those?”

Coming to Thorn Haven had given Mary a crash course in a lot of things. Human interactions were one of them. She could no longer hide behind her books or to a degree, her faith. Mostly because she owned nothing and there was no place to practice religion here. Which forced her to be drawn out of her shell to a higher degree than when she lived a much more simple, human life. She was still shy, still prone to get timid easily and definitely the one who was often intimidated when speaking to a master or mistress. Not simply because of the power they wielded by law, but because of their attitudes. They all seemed so direct and forward, void of shame and full of confidence. “Its definitely worth the read.” she nodded a bit, as always struggling to keep eye contact for too long, but finding him less intimidating than the last couple of individuals she’d been faced with in the cells. “Thats not too hard to imagine. The powers are probably what makes them underworldly.” Honestly she was joking a little bit. Jesus had no powers. He might be the son of god, but he had just been a regular human with immense kindness and a wish to aid others. Of course what miracles one might believe he created came from God. His direct question caught her off guard, her pulse picking up as she tried to decide how to respond, much less how to as her heart tried to make its way into her mouth or so it felt like. In the end, her decision was far bolder than she felt, and mostly based on being intrigued, and having promised herself to be better at exploring. “Seeing your home would be ahm.. nice.” 

[ycungmary]

oncealcstsoul​:

silas understood having trouble trusting people, so he didnt judge the femme at all when she told him that. “i understand, if you don’t want to tell me i won’t be offended,” he offered, tilting his head. she ended up telling him, and he stayed silent as he listened to practically her whole life story; which he didn’t mind. he frowned as she started crying and he impulsively pulled her into a hug. he felt sympathy for her. “i’m sorry,” what else could he say? “that really must be so overwhelming,” he would’ve been overwhelmed at least. she was really struggling. he released her from the embrace and smiled a bit awkwardly, “sorry, it just seemed like you needed a hug”

The boy was unusually sweet and he caught Mary off guard, inspiring her to let him in despite the teachings she’d received in this place. Besides, as a fellow slave, what could he really do to harm her? It was the whole point. They were all powerless, while the masters and mistresses were all powerful. As it all spilled out of her, Mary was secretly scared that he might find it all too much and too heavy and simply make an excuse to leave. It would not be the first time she had overwhelmed someone with an emotional outburst. While the blonde hadn’t expected the hug at all, she welcomed it, hugging the other back and allowing herself to let the despair out for a bit, sniffs turning to sobs as she let the tears flow. Obviously she could have cried on Jaxon’s shoulder or Theo’s, and she probably would at some point, but there was something very soothing about being able to cry on the shoulder of a stranger, who might feel bad for her, but who didn’t know her well enough to take on too much of what she was feeling. “I-It is..” she managed between breaths. Once he released her, she tried to calm herself down a bit, taking some settling breaths and wiping at her eyes. “N-No its o-okay. And nice. You’re very nice..” 

[ycungmary]

frenchmastcr​:

☨

It was good to know that she was still around, Mary and Isak were the only ones that Jaxon truly cared for for a long time and knowing that Isak is gone and no plans on returning - he needed Mary to still be here. Completely pulling away he still looked her over, just to make sure there wasn’t any marks on her that he needed to heal. Though at the mention of her being in a cell, his eyes snapped up towards her. “Cell? I thought you were claimed?” But there was a question that haunted him ever since he saw Mary again, one he didn’t bother to ask before now. 

“Where is Evan?” 

Mary didn’t know how to let go of the past. Right now that seemed to be her biggest challenge in most departments, figure out how to move forward. The silver lining was having friends like Jaxon present, knowing he would be there for her if she just let him help. And still she dreaded having the conversation she just knew they were going to end up having now. She’d shared the burden of Evan’s death with Theo, mostly because they’d seen each other for the first time in years right after it happened and she had been in shock.. afterwards she had felt guilty about it, laying out her grief and having even her best friend listen. Jaxon had no idea what had happened. He’d been spared the grief and the pain of learning Evan was gone. And as his friend she desperately wanted to shield him from that. And maybe, just maybe she wasn’t all that eager to relive her own emotions about it. A small flash of guilt went over her features in response to his questions. “Ahm yes I was for a while. For the time being I’m not.” she vaguely explained, knowing she ought to get into all of it. But his last question demanded more focus for the time being. Swallowing hard, Mary met his gaze. “Evan is dead Jaxon.. the team that came for me, that were assigned to bring me here, they killed him when he tried to intervene.” Her eyes filled up with tears, though she tried very hard to hold onto them. “I’m the reason he’s gone. Its all my fault. I’m so sorry.” 

[ycungmary]

vkingxhvitserk​:

Hvitserk continued to enjoy her touch. After weeks of pain and torture, her gentle touch soothed him and eased some of his pain. He could see the conflict in her eyes, like she did something wrong. He didn’t want her to feel this way, especially about something that she can’t help. Your heart chooses for you and at its own pace and he knew that. He would never judge her for listening to her heart. When she pulled him in for a kiss, he was a little surprised but it was definitely welcomed. Gods, he has missed those lips. He instinctively pulled his arms around her small frame and pulled her closer as they kissed for a couple of minutes. When they pulled back, because she had to take a breath, he leaned back a little to give her some space, but he kept his arms around her body, not wanting her too far away. “Then that is enough for me for now. I don’t want you to lie to me about how you fell but more importantly I don’t want you to lie to yourself. Baby steps, little one.” He said softly, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Don’t apologize for that. I shouldn’t have gone away without telling you where I was going. I am sorry I left you here, it won’t happen again.” 

Mary wished she could turn her brain off. Most of the conflict seemed to come from there, and she couldn’t tune it out, not by herself at least. Naturally though she was conflicted, feeling torn between emotions and questions about right or wrong. It wasn’t just the fear of giving her heart to someone again, it was also the conflict of whether she should or how long she ought to mourn before moving on. Just the entire concept of wholeheartedly moving on and leaving the past in the past.. was a struggle. Yet when their lips met, nothing felt more right. And blissfully the taste and feel of his lips turned her mind blank, putting up a wall between her present self and all of those confused and conflicted emotions and thoughts. Her breath came rattling out when their kiss ended, a little gaspingly so given that she had just pushed to use up all of her oxygen to make the kiss last. It probably wasn’t healthy or very smart but she’d felt entirely compelled to. “Really? Because I don’t want you to think I’m taking you for granted or that what you feel isn’t important to me. Baby steps.. yes.” she could not help but chew on her lips, entirely uncertain what the next step ought to be. When he apologized again she felt bad, but she nodded to show that she was hearing him. “I believe you.” It had all been a big misunderstanding, yet she didn’t entirely know what else to say. “Can I stay here tonight?” she finally asked. 

[ycungmary]

oncealcstsoul​:

silas liked to think he was intuitive, that he was able to just sense when things were really bothering people. and he cared, he didn’t like seeing people sad. which is why he had approached the girl. he learned the hard way that most of the slaves here really just cared about there own issues and he completely understood that. but sometimes it did really help to have someone outside of the situation to rant to. he smiled, “hi,” it was a simple reply, and he leaned up against the fence along with her. “well i wouldn’t have asked if i didn’t want to know. trust me,” he let out a soft laugh, at least he was being honest. “go ahead, lay it on me, i can be a good listener.” 

A few weeks ago, Mary wouldn’t feel as skeptical when being asked such a genuine question. But the more time she spent here, and the more people either lied to her or let her down for various reasons, the less trusting she felt herself become. An truth be told a part of her hated it, because she had grown up believing that everyone could be trusted and that you should give everyone a fair chance. Thinking that had never made her feel foolish or naive until now. The boy next to her seemed sweet though. It really wasn’t his fault that she no longer knew if she could be as trusting. “To be honest trusting anyone is part of the problem. When you get tricked too many times you start doubting that you should trust anyone around here.” she grimaced a little, though she gave him another weak smile, finding his spirits to be sweet and if not entirely uplifting at the moment, at least it was comforting that he tried. Nodding a bit, she drew a breath, deciding where to start. “So I’m a human, but unknown to me my parents and siblings were hunters, leaders of a rather large hunter community. Which is why I was brought here. They were all killed, refusing to cooperate and come willingly. But I thought I was being brought in because I had a vampire fiancee.. who also died, trying to prevent the retrieval team from taking me. I’d given up a lot to be with him. Turned my back on my family cause they didn’t approve, minimized contact with my best friend, moved out of state to avoid being detected by supernaturals. Still we were happy. He was everything I needed. And then just like that he was gone, and I was alone. But then this Viking vampire came along. Rescuing me from abuse, caring for me, making me feel like I wasn’t alone. Like there was hope for a future. But then he left without telling me and was kidnapped, making me believe he’d chosen to abandon me. Now he’s back, and I’ve forgiven him, I have, but he’s telling me he loves me.. and I have no idea what to do with that.. I like him, and I might love him, but is it even okay for me to do so? My fiancee has been dead all of three months. And I know he’d want me to be happy and find love again, I do, but its just all.. to much..” she shook her head, swallowing hard and feeling the tears that had been burning in her eyes while she spoke trickle down her cheeks. 

[ycungmary]

vkingxhvitserk​:

Hvitserk closed his eyes and released a soft sigh in relief when she finally reached out to touch him. He truly missed her touch even if was just for a couple of days. He knew the girl didn’t trust easily and he knew that by leaving he broke her trust and felt bad for doing so. He knew of her insecurities and when she said spoke so lowly of herself he wished he could take away all of her pain away. He took another step closer so that they were only inches apart. He hated being apart from her, his body craved to be close to her. The viking thought that maybe he had scared her with this confession but she asked him a question and he answered honestly. It happened quickly, he knew that as well, but his words were true. He loved her. He finally closed the distance between them and put his hands on her cheeks, making her look at him. “You don’t have to say it back if you don’t feel it. I don’t want you to rush yourself to open your heart again just because you feel like you owe anything to me…..you don’t. You owe it to yourself to be happy…at your own pace….nobody else’s. I will never lie to you, Mary, so I gave you an honest answer when you asked me a question. That’s all. I am not expecting anything.” He told her honestly, giving her a soft smile, before leaning down to kiss her cheek. 

His reaction to her touch didn’t go unnoticed, and even though it was a risk to keep touching him like this, her fingers continued to rail the length of his abdomen. The feel of his icy skin against her fingertips was so soothing. Like before it gave her an instant feeling of serenity and comfort. Like she was home.. and yet she couldn’t help but wonder if some of the emotions he inspired in her had to do with his vampirism. All her most intimate and loving moments, she’d shared with vampires. Evan first, and now him. Was it possible she liked him so much because parts of him reminded her of her dead fiancee? Sure she knew there were plenty of other things about him that she liked that had little to do with what species he was. Like his tough attitude that she had somehow found a way to slip past or how smart he was or gods, how damn handsome. There were things he made her feel that no guy ever had. Yet their connection also kind of scared her. The whole concept of loving again scared her.. she’d lost so much the last time. Sure, some of what she had lost she had also been willing to sacrifice, like contact with her family or her best friend, but she had never expected to loose everyone she loved but Theo.. Or to loose her life to one of imprisonment. One could say that her heart was the one piece left she had yet to give. That was still hers to give.. Their close proximity made her feel slightly lightheaded as always, a slight tremble finding its way to her fingers, though she still didn’t take them back. It was kind of easier to keep a level head when she could glance at him every now and then but also look away when it became too much. Once he captured her face, she had no such reprieve. Once more she let him speak without interruption, allowing herself to take it all in before forming an answer. However, the feel of his lips on her skin cracked that last bit of restraint. When he withdrew, she moved in, catching his lips in a rather fervent kiss. When she eventually had to come up for air, her head was so scrambled that she had to take several deep breaths to find the words. “I like you a lot. More than anyone else.. and you’re right, my pace is a little different, a little slower. I’m.. kind of scared to love again and I might just need a little more time to work it all out. And I’m grateful that you’re not rushing me or expecting anything but.. I don’t want there to be any lies between us, and I’m trying to be as transparent as I can because you do deserve that. And much more..” she grimaced just a little. “I’m sorry for giving you such a hard time about something that was out of your control. That wasn’t fair.” 

[oncealcstsoul-deactivated202411]

@ycungmary silas had come to learn to appreciate the small amount of time the unclaimed slaves had out in the yard, and he had started trying his best to make the most out of it. though, of course, when he saw the girl almost moping about, not only did his curiosity peak but so did his sympathy. he slowly approached her, brows furrowing a bit. “hey..,” he spoke quietly, tilting his head a bit, “i know you don’t know me but what’s wrong?” of course there was always a reason for slaves to be upset. well, look at where they lived, but silas felt there was more than that to it.

[ycungmary]

Standing to a far corner in the yard, leaning slightly against the fence, Mary was contemplating the last week. It had been an overly dramatic one, starting with the attack and ending with finding out Hvitserk loved her. Just like that.. after what? A few months of knowing one another? Was it the average time for most people to fall in love? Still he wasn’t really ‘people’ when he’d lived several lifetimes longer than her. Brushing a loose strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, she let a slight sigh out between her lips. She’d been conflicted about simply liking someone a few weeks ago. And now she had to consider whether it was okay to just.. give her heart to someone that wasn’t Evan. Your very dead fiancee. The reminder stung, even when it came in the form of her own inner dialogue. Noticing a guy coming over to her, the human arched her eyebrows a little, though the frown on her face did not disappear, not even as he tried to engage her in conversation out of concern. “Ahm hey.” she said a little hesitantly, a little shocked really to be approached out of the blue. There weren’t many slaves around here with concern for others.. naturally most were caught up in their own suffering. A faint smile crossed her lips. “Regardless, its kind of you to ask. Do you really wanna know? Cause its kind of a long story..” 

[ycungmary]

xunnamedonex​:

Such innocence it was almost sicking. She said such pretty words and had such noble believes it was almost sad to image the day this city would break them apart. His fairy spoke like her, she had made him believe it too, that violence was not the solution. The many fights he walked away to be the better man, all for her, and what that had gotten him? He lost her in the end, and even worst, she lost herself. “Your small world is quite lovely my child, I don’t wish you to lose it.” and he truly didn’t, that was why he was doing this, so that creatures like her could be free of the place. 

“But you assume such things about me, I’m not here to recruit you, you are of no importance or significance for me.“ he stepped back giving her back the space he had taken “I’m not here to fix anything.“ he wasn’t a savior or the one to fix the city like she thought him to be “I’m just here to break it.“ 

He already lost enough time on this one. Turning around he set the body of the fallen guard on fire, letting the smell of burning flesh fill his lungs before walking away.

“Fire should always be fought with fire. Don’t ever forget it child.“

Everything about him was harsh. War ridden. Their worlds and beliefs could not be further apart. Yet Mary was fine with that. He wasn’t the first creature or person she had met who she didn’t agree with. And unlike some she was perfectly able to state her piece and then leave it at that. Pushing your beliefs on others rarely had the wanted effect anyway, especially when they were so consumed with their own. No it was better to respect and appreciate being different and seeing things from two unique point of views. “That is kind of you. I’m sure I won’t.” she said with a soft smile. 

Nodding a bit, she actually found his words reassuring, not offensive as one might see them. “Then I apologize for making assumptions. And to be honest, I’m good with being of no significance. Thats rather familiar to me.” She shrugged with her words. Given how no one in her life had bothered to clue her in about how they were all secretly living their lives behind her back, having her opinion or her person not matter to someone was quite normal at this point. He was just joining the pile of people she’d met who felt like that and she was learning how to take it in stride and expect no less. 

“Then I wonder how you expect to be seen as any different than the ones running this city.. just swooping in to shatter everything and then leaving it all in pieces..” she couldn’t help but shake her head, though as he turned to leave, she suspected that her words had no impact. Why should they? His last words were heard, but not particularly taken to heart. If she had no intention of fighting to begin with, then there really was no point to it. No, she stood by her earlier statement. Violence solved nothing. 

END?

[jaxongagne]

                                Talks With 🖛 @ycungmary                                                __________

After things started to calm down, or seemed to more calm. Jaxon waited for nightfall before heading back out. He knew Isak wasn’t in Thorn Haven, he would still be able to feel him if he was - so, his main focus was to find Mary. He needed to make sure she was safe. Still trying to wrap his mind around why Mary was here and Evan wasn’t, he still swore to the other vamp that he would watch her and keep her safe - it’s an oath he took a while ago. One because of him but also because she quickly became someone he grew very protective of. 

It’s been a while since he sought out a certain scent but that recent and brief meeting with her allowed to put her scent to his memory. Like a hound, he searched for her and when he knew he was getting closer - he also used is advanced hearing to pinpoint where she was. Only a few seconds went by before he did pinpoint her. 

“Mary…” He called out before flashing towards her and wrapping his hands around her in a tight hug. “Please tell me you were safely hidden away.” 

[ycungmary]

Most rentals left her feeling like this. Dirty and hollow, as if someone had taken something from her that she hadn’t wanted to give. But as always, had no choice in the matter. Of course sitting outside in the slave ensemble wasn’t too clever. No part of the outfit gave her any protection from the cold, or offered any warmth to counter it. Yet the cold had raged against her skin for so long that Mary felt numb to it all. Stiff and numb and empty. Resting her chin on her updrawn knees, the blonde stared dully at the street before her. It was quite early in the evening yet, so the city was still buzzing with people, lights and sounds. Yet she felt removed from it all. Perhaps because sitting on this bench in a city she was imprisoned in, it was hard not to wish this wasn’t her life. 

For a time it hadn’t been so bad. And when things weren’t too hard, she was able to convince herself things would be alright. But when they weren’t? Then all she wanted was to escape.. Her name was being called by a familiar voice, yet the human didn’t react before half a minute into the tight hug her friend was giving her. “Hi Jax.” she murmured, moving her arms to hug him back. He was, as always, too sweet to worry about her. “Yeah, I just stayed put in my cell. Though I was almost knocked out cold by a guard asking for information..” she replied, figuring it was worth mentioning. “How are you?” 

[ycungmary]

vkingxhvitserk​:

Hvitserk looked down at his torso when Mary asked what those marks were. “The vervain will wear off in a few days and i’ll heal. I’ll be okay.” He said, trying to reassure her, despite the immense amounts of pain that were cursing through his whole body. He didn’t wanna scare her more than she probably already was. The viking took a step closer to the small woman, not close enough to scare her but close enough to feel calm by her presence. He longed to reach out and just take her into his arms but he knew he couldn’t do that right now. “You just being here makes me already feel a lot better.” He told her honestly, giving her a small smile. He frowned when she spoke so lowly of herself. He hated when she did that but he understood that he broke her trust and she blamed herself for that. “Because I love you.” He said simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The tips of her fingers shook, her whole body tense as she actively had to restrain herself to keep from reaching out to touch him. He had been so wounded, almost killed, yet here he was apologizing to her. None of it was fair.. he’d had no control over his disappearance, yet she couldn’t deny the effects of thinking she’d lost him, of thinking he didn’t want her and that it might even have been all too easy for him to leave her behind.. it was hard to convince herself none of those thoughts and beliefs were true. Hard to reset as if none of it had ever happened. She wasn’t strong like he was. Unlike him her youth meant that events like this one shaped her more firmly, changed her wether she wanted to or not. He’d had her blind trust before. Dazzled and marveling at how good he was to her and how at ease she’d always felt with him. None of her feelings for him had really changed, but she couldn’t help but hesitate when it came to trusting, or giving too much of herself. It could happen again.. this had all proved that he wasn’t invincible and undying. And it just reminded her of how suddenly she’d lost her fiancee. Of how he had been so cruelly taken from her. Of how painful it had been to be left heartbroken and alone.. “I wish there was more I could do.” she said, her restraint crumbling as she slowly and carefully reached out, her fingers brushing some of the mark on the skin of his torso. She tried to smile back, though it proved to be challenging given all the different emotions swirling within her. Never one with a decent poker face, Mary’s eyes widened with genuine shock at his statement. Said as if it was, or should be, painfully obvious to her and everyone else around. She felt stunned, utterly at a loss for words. Part of her felt compelled to argue. To come up with what felt like a million reasons for him not to love her. Another struggled a bit with the fact that it had happened kind of quickly. She’d never expected what they had to evolve like this. Never thought she’d get the chance to love another man again really.. Lastly came the struggle of saying it back. Could she do that without betraying Evan? Would allowing herself to love Hvitserk mean she had to love her dead fiancee any less? “I think I love you too.. I mean I’m just.. its all happening really fast and I do want to move past my grief and allow myself to give you my heart I’m just..” she fumbled, biting her lip. God he deserved a better response than that.. 

[ycungmary]

xunnamedonex​:

Humans, they all saw thing blank or withe, right or wrong, but most of all, they only saw their side of the equation. “Just because you don’t believe it, it does not mean you are not surrounded by it.” In a way he reminded him of his sweet fairy, she didn’t believe in violence as well look what they gotten her. She lost everything that made her herself, she was nothing but a shell when he found her. And maybe this one had yet to gone thought what his love had endured, but in this place, she was heading down that road, and her delusional hopes of peace for us all wouldn’t save her. 

“A sin you say…” he moved closer to the foolish human, towering over her small frame “So they all fall to their knees, begging for fogginess after they are done fucking you?” he wanted to know if it was only his violence she saw as a sin. “Do they kiss your bruises and tell you how beautiful you are?… does that make it less of a sin?” 

“You don’t need to be a warrior little one… but you will not judge what you don’t know, or can begin to understand“

When he stood to tower over her, Mary had to fight her instinct to pull back and create distance. She absolutely loathed it when others did that. It was something she had been forced to endure quite often lately with all the power hungry masters who came and went here. Being able to tell that he was working up to something, she stayed quiet until he was done. “I never said I condoned the sins of my oppressors. All violence is a sin. It is what I believe, and since you asked me a question, asking for my opinion, that is my answer. None of what they do to me or anyone else here is any less of a sin.” She calmly began. “But I will judge this from my point of view. If you didn’t want it, why ask? I might know less than you as I am younger, but if you wish to be something other than the ones running this city, starting by talking down to me and scaring me into agreeing with you doesn’t make you better or more right than they think they are.” Mary couldn’t help it.. getting a little fired up at how he was talking to her. If he was here to recruit and offer the slaves a better life, why was he being such an ass about it? Tilting her head, she met his gaze square on. “Isn’t that what you’re saying? That you’re different? You’ll bring change? Either way, if the only way I can assist you is by violence and force, I’m sorry, I am no use to you. Like I said, I’m no warrior. My talents lie elsewhere.” 

[ycungmary]

vkingxhvitserk​:

Hvitserk’s heart broke at her answer to his plea. “I won’t ask you then.” He returned gently, his voice breaking as the words left his mouth. Right now, he wished they could go back to how they were before he left. Happy and carefree. Now all he felt was pain, both physically and emotionally. The woman he loved couldn’t even look at his face because of his betrayal. He sighed before he went to take off his shirt, revealing the ugly marks the vervain has left on his body. They were beginning to heal but it was gonna be awhile until the magic wore off and the vervain left his systems. “It was supposed to be a simple meeting with an old friend….or at least i thought he was a friend. He betrayed me. He sold me out to a group of bandits I met centuries ago. Descendants from the man that killed my people. I killed him as an act of revenge and they have been hunting me since then, wanting to get their own revenge for killing their leader. Of course for vikings there can’t just be death to justify murder….there has to be torture. They have to enjoy their revenge.” He started, keeping his eyes on the ground so he could get through with his story. “So they kept me in a cell for weeks. Pumping my veins full of vervain just too little to kill me, but enough so they could torture me.” He told her, his wounds burning as he thought back to the cell. “I only survived because my friend had a change of heart and helped me escape…..I killed him for his betrayal and came back here….because I had to see you. I’m sorry, Mary. I truly am.” He said, swallowing hard as he finished his story.

A stab of guilt twisted her stomach in response to his gentle words, hearing his voice break forced the tears to spill down her cheeks. It took all the focus she had to refrain from making a sound, sobbing like she desperately wanted to. When she noticed he was moving to undress she opened her mouth to protest. No god he needed to keep his clothes on, otherwise she was going to have a whole other challenge on her hands. Yet as her eyes fell on the ugly marks marring his chest and torso, her mouth closed with an audible snap. “W-What are those?” she asked, even though part of her already knew. Someone had hurt him, badly. Mary’s eyes lingered on the marks and open wounds, quiet as he explained it all in detail. He’d been captured, tortured, targeted, tricked.. yet he had survived and returned. Her arms went around her own torso, hugging herself hard. How on earth could she possibly remain angry with him? There really was no way around it, she couldn’t keep holding a grudge for something he’d had no control over. For events that had been out of his control. Hearing how they had cruelly given him just enough to avoid killing him made the human girl shudder where she stood. How people, or creatures in general could be so cruel she would never understand. When he finished saying he had to see her, she finally did look at him. Eyes actively searching for his. “No I am the one thats sorry you had to endure so much pain. I wish I could take it all away..” she said, her tone softer than before. “But why me? Why do I matter after all of that?” 

[ycungmary]

vkingxhvitserk​:

Hvitserk closed his eyes once again when he heard the hurt in her voice. He hated himself for hurting her, someone he swore to protect at all cost….though he failed. He let her down and her pain was his fault. He nodded his head in response. “I did. I didn’t tell you that I was leaving and I am sorry about that. That was a mistake.” He said softly, knowing he should’ve told her. He could feel his own tears gathering in his eyes as he looked at the girl in front of him, so broken….because of him. He stood back up, groaning as his body screamed in protest at the sudden movement. He wished Mary would looked at him, he wanted to see her beautiful eyes though it would probably kill him to see them full of hurt. He lead them up to their apartment, sighing when they entered. He hasn’t been here since he left, as he went straight to Mary when he returned. “Can you please look at me?” He asked, almost begged, not standing the thought of her hating him.

It was difficult to see him hurt and broken down somehow, yet being unable to help. If anything Mary was certain that she was only adding to his hurt. And while a selfish part of her felt like he might deserve that, another argued that she was being mean by simply thinking it, and that part was itching to try and turn things around. To find the right thing to say or do to make him feel better.. and yet she suspected the main thing that would make him feel better was her forgiveness, which she was struggling to give at the moment. At least not without hearing the entire story. Neither did she want to be one of those silly, weak girls who fell right back into the arms of a guy who had lied and left her behind. The sound of him groaning made her flinch, and she had to cross her arms in front of her chest to keep from instinctively reaching, pushing down the desperate need to soothe his pain. While she might be angry she detested hearing, seeing and knowing that he was hurting.. it made her feel incredibly guilty and quaeasy for some reason. Shuffling behind him back up to the apartment, she kept her eyes at her feet, not really all that eager to see the place she’d began to think of as home before it was ripped away from her. She’d felt safe here, as if she had a place to belong and a place to breathe and be herself. Yet now it just reminded her of all she had so suddenly lost. His plea made her jaw tense before her head shook stiffly, twice. “Please don’t ask me to..” she begged right back. “I am so hurt, but the second I do look at you I know I’m just going to f-fall to pieces.. a-and then I am going to want to forget e-everything and just forgive you and t-trust you again and hold you close even though I s-shouldn’t..” 

[ycungmary]

vkingxhvitserk​:

Hvitserk closed his eyes and sighed, sadness filling his heart as he listened to Mary’s words. Sadness that he let her think that he didn’t care about her. That couldn’t be further from the truth. If it were up to him he wouldn’t have left in the first place. A single tear escaped his eyes before he found his composure and opened his eyes again to look at her. “Mary….” He whispered. He rarely used her name, usually referring to her as his ‘little one’, but right now he needed her to listen to him. “I will never get bored of you. You light up my life in ways I never thought possible.” He told her honestly. “I’m sorry that you’re back down here because I wasn’t strong enough to escape.” He apologized again. “I’m sorry I left, but I was supposed to be back before you even knew that I was gone. But something went wrong and I….” He stopped himself. “Will you come up with me to our room so we can talk and I can explain it to you? I don’t wanna have this conversation down here.” 

Her life was beginning to look like a string of lies, and it was taking a toll. Seemingly everyone she loved either lied to her or concealed things from her. Whether it be her family lying about being hunters, Theo lying about both knowing about it and being one herself and now Hvitserk lying about being there for her. Granted it was slowly beginning to sound like the choice had been out of his hands, yet she still couldn’t manage to simply forgive and forget, much less trust that it wouldn’t happen again if she let him back in. Hell, she found it easier to believe the worst and that he wouldn’t even have the idea of claiming her again than whatever story he apparently had in store but did not want to share here. “But you chose to leave without telling me.” her tone raw with hurt. “I’m so sick of being lied to.. everyone lies to me..” Her throat began closing back up as tears were pushing at the corners of her eyes. And while part of her, a small petty one, wanted to refuse simply to be difficult and to make him feel it a little, she still nodded. “Okay.” The word barely above a whisper as she sat up and slid her feet into the plain, somewhat uncomfortable shoes she’d been set to wear since returning to unclaimed slave life. Getting to her feet, Mary weakly gestured for him to lead on, still not meeting his eyes. She was absolutely sure that if she did, she would crumble. And she was prolonging that as much as she could.