Tal's inclinations had leaned towards petite dark-eyed brunettes for a while now, but it would never not be weird to see Frey's divine eyes watching him from Alys's lovely face. The purr of the god's voice was entirely their own, however, and Tal ducked his head in awkward acknowledgment about the hard lessons he'd learned along the way of this particular quest. He couldn't stop the flush that blossomed beneath his collar and spread swiftly to conquer his neck and ears before making inroads on his cheeks at the mention of his offerings. "Oh, uh, I mean... it just seemed rude t'not take care of 'em," he mumbled, embarrassed but tentatively hopeful that the praise meant he wasn't about to be smote. Growing up in Halo, Tal had learned early to take good care of his equipment, after all. All of it. Some things were pretty much impossible to replace on the trail!
He tilted his head up, a hesitant gesture that grew more confident at the god's reassurance. Straightening with a relieved grin, the courier's expression turned a touch rueful at the mention of penance. He'd certainly put himself through a lot of stress over the past year that was suddenly looking a lot more silly now that he'd been absolved of his original sin of bullheaded pride. And if his eyes started to wander down that luscious body before he jerked them back to Frey's heart-shaped face, well, hopefully his partner would forgive him...
Oh. Oh. Oh... fuck. Literally.
He gulped, considering his options and... yeah. Yeah. The thought of trying to pleasure a god and not doing a good enough job was terrifying enough to make him pucker up in all the wrong places. "Well... uh, I actually kinda... kept my favorite," he admitted, clearing his throat and looking around for something to use as lube. "But out o' these, this one was th'best..." He reached for one of the toys that had seen a little more use than the rest, self-conscious but doing his best to live up to Frey's expectations of him.
And if it took him a little longer to relax and reach the payout under the watchful eyes of a fruitful god, well, at least he got there in the end.
~Fin
He tilted his head up, a hesitant gesture that grew more confident at the god's reassurance. Straightening with a relieved grin, the courier's expression turned a touch rueful at the mention of penance. He'd certainly put himself through a lot of stress over the past year that was suddenly looking a lot more silly now that he'd been absolved of his original sin of bullheaded pride. And if his eyes started to wander down that luscious body before he jerked them back to Frey's heart-shaped face, well, hopefully his partner would forgive him...
Oh. Oh. Oh... fuck. Literally.
He gulped, considering his options and... yeah. Yeah. The thought of trying to pleasure a god and not doing a good enough job was terrifying enough to make him pucker up in all the wrong places. "Well... uh, I actually kinda... kept my favorite," he admitted, clearing his throat and looking around for something to use as lube. "But out o' these, this one was th'best..." He reached for one of the toys that had seen a little more use than the rest, self-conscious but doing his best to live up to Frey's expectations of him.
And if it took him a little longer to relax and reach the payout under the watchful eyes of a fruitful god, well, at least he got there in the end.
~Fin
