"Is that what the kids are calling it these days?" Frey purrs softly as the fingers of one hand slither up the side of his face to curl into Sunjata's hair. Their fingertips pulse and seem to spread like roots, stretching out to massage and ease away tension even as the herald continues to gaze adoringly at him. "Things come and things change." They say with a shrug. "But if you feel good, what's the problem? There's nothing wrong with you that I can feel." As the words leave their lips, Sunjata will feel his entire body feel as though it's being touched by thoroughly examining hands.
"The Family are predators to be sure, moving in and wanting to take over, but that's just the way nature works. You can either fight, evolve, submit, or die, and you, darling boy, seem to be evolving." It's said with pride, and indeed the way Frey presses themselves against the Flood, their approval can be felt in the opalescent brightness of their touch.
"The Family are predators to be sure, moving in and wanting to take over, but that's just the way nature works. You can either fight, evolve, submit, or die, and you, darling boy, seem to be evolving." It's said with pride, and indeed the way Frey presses themselves against the Flood, their approval can be felt in the opalescent brightness of their touch.
