there's no innuendos,
it's exactly what you think
it's exactly what you think
"When don't you?" The deity asked with a lazy smile. For Phoebe they would appear as the chisled and strong figure they often were (though with far less of Loren's characteristics as of this moment), though for the triplets they would be clothed and heroic looking, the idealized version of who the boys might grow up to be.
Giving the boys a dry look, Frey knelt to take the tarts, apples, and pears offered by a trio. Their gaze would like ominous as any storm might, until it broke entirely as they quickly consumed the offerings with god-like zeal. "A worthy offering. Your lives shall be spared. This time." Said like any comic book villain might so that the boys might have fodder in their retellings of this encounter, they straightened and looked towards Phoebe.
"It had better not be able the blight." They said, half sensually-joking, half-serious.
Giving the boys a dry look, Frey knelt to take the tarts, apples, and pears offered by a trio. Their gaze would like ominous as any storm might, until it broke entirely as they quickly consumed the offerings with god-like zeal. "A worthy offering. Your lives shall be spared. This time." Said like any comic book villain might so that the boys might have fodder in their retellings of this encounter, they straightened and looked towards Phoebe.
"It had better not be able the blight." They said, half sensually-joking, half-serious.
