Frey listens with the sort of attention that feels felt—a hum beneath the skin, a gaze so present it brushes along Mateo’s thoughts as easily as it does his body. Their smile curves slow and fond, a decadent blend of approval and something more intimate, like a favourite toy returned after a long absence and found somehow more valuable for the wear.
"Unsexy," they echo, and the word tastes wicked on their tongue. "Darling boy, don’t you know I find everything sexy when it’s done with intention?" Frey leans in, brushing their nose against Mateo’s, a breath of laughter against his cheek. "You tried. You adapted. You paid attention." A hand slides through his hair, tugging just enough to tip his head back again so they can drink in the honesty laid bare across his face. "And that is always, always enough to please me."
They straighten, stretching with a feline ease, shadows and gold playing over the curves of their body as their voice lowers, silk-smooth and honey-dark. "You’re right, of course. He does deserve happiness. And whether that comes in slow repetitions, in stillness, or in release…" Frey turns, offering a languid glance back over their shoulder, "...it will be his to have."
They turn back to Mateo, and though their smile softens, there’s still fire in it—smouldering and knowing. "You did beautifully. And if Everest accepts this gift, he’ll feel what you’ve laid down here—every choice, every effort, every ounce of care. It will settle in him like roots, like touch." So saying the deity extends their hand, upon which sits a delicate golden acorn.
Mateo has completed his quest and received:
Trauma Acorn | A small acorn made of glass that holds Everest Hart's anxiety. If the glass is broken, all of the emotional consequences and damage will return to Ever instantly.
"Unsexy," they echo, and the word tastes wicked on their tongue. "Darling boy, don’t you know I find everything sexy when it’s done with intention?" Frey leans in, brushing their nose against Mateo’s, a breath of laughter against his cheek. "You tried. You adapted. You paid attention." A hand slides through his hair, tugging just enough to tip his head back again so they can drink in the honesty laid bare across his face. "And that is always, always enough to please me."
They straighten, stretching with a feline ease, shadows and gold playing over the curves of their body as their voice lowers, silk-smooth and honey-dark. "You’re right, of course. He does deserve happiness. And whether that comes in slow repetitions, in stillness, or in release…" Frey turns, offering a languid glance back over their shoulder, "...it will be his to have."
They turn back to Mateo, and though their smile softens, there’s still fire in it—smouldering and knowing. "You did beautifully. And if Everest accepts this gift, he’ll feel what you’ve laid down here—every choice, every effort, every ounce of care. It will settle in him like roots, like touch." So saying the deity extends their hand, upon which sits a delicate golden acorn.
Mateo has completed his quest and received:
Trauma Acorn | A small acorn made of glass that holds Everest Hart's anxiety. If the glass is broken, all of the emotional consequences and damage will return to Ever instantly.
