Pierce is laughing, lounging like a serpent in sun-dappled water. The Family’s influence simmers at the edges of the celebration—perfumed, polished, and poisonous. As Flora calls out, Frey is all too happy to answer. They love a good party, after all.
They step from nowhere, nude and gleaming, a vision of sun-warmed gold and honeyed skin. Their body is impossible—fluid and flawless, masculine and feminine in equal measure, a living contradiction that draws every eye, even as breath catches and hearts stutter.
"Pierce," Frey purrs, voice like silk sliding across bared nerves. "I hear you've been very naughty." Their hand gestures lazily, and the air obeys. Vines sprout from between the pool tiles—lush and writhing, thick as rope and wet with nectar. They wind around Pierce’s limbs in an instant, not stopping at restraint but caressing as they bind, slick and deliberate, as though the god means to make him feel everything before the pain begins.
They tilt their head toward Flora, vines pulling Pierce upright, his body momentarily helpless—dripping, shining, bound. "And darling," Frey murmurs to her, licking nectar from their fingers, "I do believe I’ve tied the ribbon just the way you like."
Then, with a wink, they’re gone.
There will be 24 hrs before Peirce responds!
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They step from nowhere, nude and gleaming, a vision of sun-warmed gold and honeyed skin. Their body is impossible—fluid and flawless, masculine and feminine in equal measure, a living contradiction that draws every eye, even as breath catches and hearts stutter.
"Pierce," Frey purrs, voice like silk sliding across bared nerves. "I hear you've been very naughty." Their hand gestures lazily, and the air obeys. Vines sprout from between the pool tiles—lush and writhing, thick as rope and wet with nectar. They wind around Pierce’s limbs in an instant, not stopping at restraint but caressing as they bind, slick and deliberate, as though the god means to make him feel everything before the pain begins.
They tilt their head toward Flora, vines pulling Pierce upright, his body momentarily helpless—dripping, shining, bound. "And darling," Frey murmurs to her, licking nectar from their fingers, "I do believe I’ve tied the ribbon just the way you like."
Then, with a wink, they’re gone.
There will be 24 hrs before Peirce responds!
If you are going to take an action, please list it in your summary as if you were in a KQ!
