frey
Waving a hand, Frey can only chuckle. "That's what the sanctuary is for, poppet." They muse, their fingers flickering as butterflies begin to descend around them.
"Now, now, none of that." They whisper, feeling Phoebe's indecision as if it were some sort of python coiling about their neck. "You've been lovers and enemies. Why not try your hands at just being friends, mmm? You've so much in common, after all. You both serve me, both have run a brothel, both have lived all over this continent, both have complicated histories, both come from a world other than this one..." The deity pauses, turning their head toward Phoebe and giving her a lazy but appraising look. "Need I go on?"
"Now, now, none of that." They whisper, feeling Phoebe's indecision as if it were some sort of python coiling about their neck. "You've been lovers and enemies. Why not try your hands at just being friends, mmm? You've so much in common, after all. You both serve me, both have run a brothel, both have lived all over this continent, both have complicated histories, both come from a world other than this one..." The deity pauses, turning their head toward Phoebe and giving her a lazy but appraising look. "Need I go on?"
