The light shifted subtly, warming to a golden hue that softened the edges of the world as if the very air had decided to lean in closer to the courier's confession. The scent of jasmine and clover danced in the breeze, heady and languid, as Frey manifested with a languorous stretch. Draped in their usual aura of magnetism, they were, as always, breathtaking—an embodiment of desire sculpted to Tal's subconscious inclinations, though perhaps a touch gentler this time. The god's lips curled into a knowing smile as they regarded the man before them.
"My, my," Frey purred, their voice like silk and honey, rich and teasing but not unkind. "It seems are though you've learned a thing or two about humility and reflection, mm? They sauntered forward, their movements fluid and deliberate, their gaze flicking to the offerings with a flicker of amusement. "Though I admit, I'm impressed you’ve managed to keep those toys in such good shape. And clean. A little extra effort never goes unnoticed." They added with a bounce of their brows.
Frey leaned casually against the altar, their form haloed by the golden light. "You needn’t worry about punishment, honey butt. You took a step back, looked at your actions, and found the wisdom in them. That’s its own reward—and perhaps its own penance." They gestured toward him lazily, and for a moment, the weight of his self-doubt seemed to lighten, like shedding an old cloak.
Frey’s grin turned mischievous as they straightened, their gaze sparkling with playful intent. "And speaking of.." they purred, nodding toward the collection of toys, "why don’t you show me which one is your favourite? Either on you or me. I'm not fussy." They raised an eyebrow, their tone equal parts challenge and invitation, leaving Tal to decide just how bold he was willing to be.
"My, my," Frey purred, their voice like silk and honey, rich and teasing but not unkind. "It seems are though you've learned a thing or two about humility and reflection, mm? They sauntered forward, their movements fluid and deliberate, their gaze flicking to the offerings with a flicker of amusement. "Though I admit, I'm impressed you’ve managed to keep those toys in such good shape. And clean. A little extra effort never goes unnoticed." They added with a bounce of their brows.
Frey leaned casually against the altar, their form haloed by the golden light. "You needn’t worry about punishment, honey butt. You took a step back, looked at your actions, and found the wisdom in them. That’s its own reward—and perhaps its own penance." They gestured toward him lazily, and for a moment, the weight of his self-doubt seemed to lighten, like shedding an old cloak.
Frey’s grin turned mischievous as they straightened, their gaze sparkling with playful intent. "And speaking of.." they purred, nodding toward the collection of toys, "why don’t you show me which one is your favourite? Either on you or me. I'm not fussy." They raised an eyebrow, their tone equal parts challenge and invitation, leaving Tal to decide just how bold he was willing to be.
