Got a spark in your heart so strike it
This is the part that made coming here unwise. Frey's magnitude had been overpowering once already for him, and a convenient excuse that he still likes to use. Although he thinks he's prepared for the reemergence, has specifically selected a cold treat to keep down the heat in fact, there's no denying the immediate stir of desire that floods him when Frey appears. Their sexual aura is enough to drown a man like him on a good day, but the tease of their touch, the masterful deepthroat of the ice cream (no brain freeze??? perhaps what he's most jealous of), and their perfectly golden appearance is a threat to the very idea of composure.
Blush seizes him like a fever, which might explain the way his throat feels like it tightens too, sick with desire instead of dysentery though. His fingers drift over his lips when the tingle settles, and he stammers out a "r-right," in response to their agreement of communication. Thankfully they don't ask a question, because words have all left him by the time Frey leans in, their breath on his ear causing a shudder that threatens to topple his ice cream as much as himself.
Blinking back the threat of a faint as all his blood rushes somewhere low, he manages to drag in a shaky breath, and nods. "Thanks Frey," he rasps after a beat, then flops back onto the grass, cone slipping half the cream off. He'll manage to gather himself enough, once he's finished camping, to polish off the melting mess before heading back 'home' to plan out how to accomplish all this.
[FIN]
Blush seizes him like a fever, which might explain the way his throat feels like it tightens too, sick with desire instead of dysentery though. His fingers drift over his lips when the tingle settles, and he stammers out a "r-right," in response to their agreement of communication. Thankfully they don't ask a question, because words have all left him by the time Frey leans in, their breath on his ear causing a shudder that threatens to topple his ice cream as much as himself.
Blinking back the threat of a faint as all his blood rushes somewhere low, he manages to drag in a shaky breath, and nods. "Thanks Frey," he rasps after a beat, then flops back onto the grass, cone slipping half the cream off. He'll manage to gather himself enough, once he's finished camping, to polish off the melting mess before heading back 'home' to plan out how to accomplish all this.
[FIN]
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
