"It's a bit niply out, wouldn't you say?" Frey's voice is as smooth as it is rough, not unlike the lovers Sunjata has known in the past. The fire from the climb is suddenly engorged as if someone has blown softly as it, and as it swells, so too does the heat and light it gives off. "I think that's better, mm?"
Appearing somewhere behind Sunjata, for all the assumptions about the deity, consent was still paramount for it even now, and whether or not the Flood would choose to turn was entirely up to him. Even so, he'd feel the deity's presence as much as their approval.
The grasses where bodies had writhed whispered with phantom moans of pleasure, and, in response, the flowers nearby stretched and sighed their eagerness.
"This is very good."
Appearing somewhere behind Sunjata, for all the assumptions about the deity, consent was still paramount for it even now, and whether or not the Flood would choose to turn was entirely up to him. Even so, he'd feel the deity's presence as much as their approval.
The grasses where bodies had writhed whispered with phantom moans of pleasure, and, in response, the flowers nearby stretched and sighed their eagerness.
"This is very good."
