Frey is not unaware of what Sunjata wears and what he chooses not to wear. Though the deity would have understood if the blindfold persisted, indeed if it remained in place for the rest of their interactions, there is a sudden blossoming warmth around the Flood which radiates joy as much as sexual reverie and love, heralding Frey's arrival.
"You know what I love about you, grey-eyes?" Frey wonders, appearing at first as a banana boa, slinking across the rocks. "No matter how comparatively easy your task..you always take your time and do it right." Snakes aren't known to purr nor do they have shoulders, but the deity's words are somehow still accompanied with a warm throaty sound and the rolling of their shoulders.
Curling around the Flood's ankles, the snake winds its way up his torso, wrapping around Sunjata's broad shoulders. "Tell me..how have you been feeling lately?"
"You know what I love about you, grey-eyes?" Frey wonders, appearing at first as a banana boa, slinking across the rocks. "No matter how comparatively easy your task..you always take your time and do it right." Snakes aren't known to purr nor do they have shoulders, but the deity's words are somehow still accompanied with a warm throaty sound and the rolling of their shoulders.
Curling around the Flood's ankles, the snake winds its way up his torso, wrapping around Sunjata's broad shoulders. "Tell me..how have you been feeling lately?"
Frey
