who: Freyr and Herakles What: Just a friendly phone call Where: Um, through a phone cord? o-O When: Today Warnings: None
Evening fell over the Eastern seaboard and ever-virtuous Freyr was awake late in the evening, looking over the crime ridden city that his large windows were subject to. That wasn't why he was quiet in thought. That reason was tucked in the sheets in his bed. I haven't done anything wrong, but... But, it felt like a betrayal.
And he was confused. Very. And he wasn't sure if it was the Miami water or the Greek blood. It was, however, time to find out. Though it was late, he called Herakles just the same.
Ring ring! Ring ring! It rang nearly until the last one before there was a noisy pick-up. "Yello?" asked Herk, slightly muffled because of the burrito in his mouth.
Freyr sat down on his couch, keeping his eyes on the door that led to his bedroom, “It's Jarrod...” Suddenly, he didn't remember if Herakles knew his mortal name. His time with Herakles was clouded by insanity. “um, Freyr. Busy?”
Herk blinked, swallowing down his burrito. Mmm, spicy. But now it sat way more heavily in his stomach than before now. "Oh, hey. Uh, no, not at all."
“Okay, I'm just going to come right out and say things.” Aesir or Vanir, they weren't people to beat around the bush. “Do you care about Erato? Seriously?”
... Well that's a hell of an opening line. "Yeah," he admitted. "More than she probably thinks I do, I think."
More than she thinks? If Freyr wasn't already watching the door to his bedroom, he would have turned his attention to it with that. He remembered the words Erato had spoken; she had come to DC to fall in love. “I think so, too. Ever think about showing her how you feel? Making the move?”
"She was... in a very bad relationship before me. I've been worried about smothering her, I guess." He paused and sighed. Why the hell was he telling a stranger this? Well, yeah, he knew the guy but still... "And I'm still not sure how she feels, either."
“It may be time for you to make a move if you're going to.” Freyr shook his head as he considered the situation. Erato knew nothing about him, spoke a mostly insane man and then came to him for love He wondered if she loved the concept of him, and not him. What was going on that she needed to hold on like that? “She wants to be in love.”
"I... hey wait. Why are you asking me about this?" Seemed kind of personal, even if they had lived together for a while.
“I... I know you care about her. It was obvious from how you looked at her, even to a tortured, weakened madman.” Stretching his body for a moment, Freyr enjoyed being healthy, strong and sane. Like night and day. “If you stand still, you're never going to know what could have been. Time to act, Herakles.” It was much better to die in battle, than to die in safety; much better to lose the girl, than to never even try.
"... She cares about you." The hero's voice fell, low and sad. "That much is obvious."
Freyr decided that it was a combination of the water in Miami and the Greek blood then. The Greeks did have all those emotion gods; however, clearly there was something very emo-inducing in the water. If he visited again, he was going to drink only bottled water to be safe. “Teddy, listen to me, how many times have you been there for her? All I've done is challenge her to be herself again. If you don't take the chance, you'll hate yourself forever. Or at least a long time.”
Herk blinked and stared at his phone. Why did he feel like he was talking to Dr. Phil? "I..." He didn't know what to say.
“Gotta make a choice.” To act or do nothing. Freyr knew which one he would choose. He stood up and stretched again. It wasn't that he didn't want Erato's affections, but... this seemed more right. Herakles had saved his life; the least he could do was maybe save his relationship. “Anyway, sorry about calling you so late.”
"No, it's okay. I'm kinda glad you called, if that's what it was about." Herk sat down, thinking on the words, not something he did often. Kind of hurt his head. "I... I really do appreciate it. Most guys wouldn't."
“Don't mention it. You did enough for me.” The Elf-god shrugged as he shouldered his phone to the other ear, “And good luck, okay?”
Herk smiled and nodded. "I was gonna say the same to you."
“Heh, well, if you're offering it, I'll take it.” No reason to be rude about accepting luck. The god of the Elves felt much better about the fact she was asleep in his bed now. And in a way... now it was a competition. It made his skin tingle just thinking about it. “Good night.”
"G'night, elfie." Before Freyr could take offense Herk hung up. So it was on. He decided not to let it resort to violence but... He could be competitive.
Summary: Freyr calls Herk to give him some friendly advice. Or start a competition. I'm not quite sure, to be honest with you. >.>