My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright
You practically purr as the herald touches your chin, closing your eyes and leaning into the caress with a broad, delighted smile. Sex and desire is fairly foreign to you, except as something you understand to be a part of the natural world and the life passing on of genetic material, but right now there's something other than your brain telling you that all you really want is to learn more about intimacy at the hands of Frey.
Then the caress ends, and you are left a little dazed. "I like to help," you murmur absently, reaching up to touch the place where Frey's fingers were a moment before. Blinking, your face flushed, you gaze up at the herald and try to gather your more-frazzled-than-usual thoughts. "Encouragin' life an' promotin' it to its fullest- it's important, isn' it? Nurturin' the most genetically viable version of a thing." Eugenics, kind of, but with fewer troubling social connotations. Probably.
Then the caress ends, and you are left a little dazed. "I like to help," you murmur absently, reaching up to touch the place where Frey's fingers were a moment before. Blinking, your face flushed, you gaze up at the herald and try to gather your more-frazzled-than-usual thoughts. "Encouragin' life an' promotin' it to its fullest- it's important, isn' it? Nurturin' the most genetically viable version of a thing." Eugenics, kind of, but with fewer troubling social connotations. Probably.
Kaimana
