The god yawned, relaxing coursing through their entire body and in turn, so too would the Launceleyn's relax. "Your little friend Phoebe knows all about it. You should ask her." Frey replied with a lazy shrug. They'd already given this little history lesson once. "The moral of the story, as they say, is that love is an answer to a question you don't full understand. The directions to a destination that you just can't quite get to." Raising a hand from the milky depths, the god let a number of droplets fall onto their sternum and where it did the scent of lavender and fire smoke seemed to billow into the air. "That's why you all call it heart break when you fuck it up. You're trying to shove together pieces to make a picture, only you don't have the box so you don't know what it's meant to look like. You try, and some of you come close, but it is only in death that all is revealed." All of this was said with a bit of a scowl on Frey's part.
Instead of being angry, Frey merely snorted. "You mortals and your constant whining. You've got legs that move, and sometimes the bones in them break. You think we should have just made you great big spheres instead, to save you from that pain? Shall we remove your heads too to save you from the occasional headache?"
Instead of being angry, Frey merely snorted. "You mortals and your constant whining. You've got legs that move, and sometimes the bones in them break. You think we should have just made you great big spheres instead, to save you from that pain? Shall we remove your heads too to save you from the occasional headache?"
