"Benevolence, hmm?" The chill in the air seemed not to effect the god at all as they suddenly appeared before the Launceleyn, kneeling in the snow as well. However unlike the pious position the summoner was slouched in, the deity was prone as if ready to receive a massage. Reaching towards the bowl of milk and honey, the god added a finger to it as if testing tepid waters. Without adornments or clothing as they were wont to do, Frey gave Loren a reproachful look for just a moment before raising a finger possessing a singular milky-white droplet. As it fell onto the snow the harsh climate faded away and both the Launceleyn and the deity would find themselves on their backs, naked, in a room-temperature concoction not unlike that the summoner brought with him. The world was an expanse of whitish liquid that gently crested over their thighs as they each bobbed in this strange sea.
Appearing with the physical features—if not heightened beyond mortal standards—that the Launceleyn lusted after the most, Frey stretched their arms above their heads, basking in the milky decadence. "Love is a gift from Mort, snowflake." They said, shooting a lazy look towards the summoner. "Hearts breaking is part of the deal."
Appearing with the physical features—if not heightened beyond mortal standards—that the Launceleyn lusted after the most, Frey stretched their arms above their heads, basking in the milky decadence. "Love is a gift from Mort, snowflake." They said, shooting a lazy look towards the summoner. "Hearts breaking is part of the deal."
