"Give how straight you're walking I take it your little blue-eyed man friend hasn't been doing the job I gave to him." Frey remarked from above. Again on a cloud, their visage obscured but accompanied by an impressive shower of weariness rather than their usual abundance of sexual grace, they dangled one leg over the side of the cloud. There was much happening in the world Phoebe didn't know about, and even more that the god did not want to speak of.
For now it was enough that Frey was simply there, despite their inclinations not to be.
"You're looking a little dim around the gills, honeybee. Neither of us have time to waste, so let's hear it."
For now it was enough that Frey was simply there, despite their inclinations not to be.
"You're looking a little dim around the gills, honeybee. Neither of us have time to waste, so let's hear it."
