"You do what you want, Loren. Isn't that how you're conducting your life now?" Frey replied, a touch blandly. Not everything was some divine order, and by no means was the herald at all hung up on the outcome.
As Loren neared, his tongue constantly flicking over his lips, eyes roaming all over, he seemed to Frey like a dog salivating for a bone. His passions were largely unbridled, his intentions obvious. But as with his want for a new shift, not everything would just be given to him simply because it would be nice to have. He had three shifts and two hands after all. That should be enough to get him through for a while.
With a lusty smirk, the deity reached out. Though just before their hand might have found the curve of Loren's jaw, they disappeared.
~FIN
As Loren neared, his tongue constantly flicking over his lips, eyes roaming all over, he seemed to Frey like a dog salivating for a bone. His passions were largely unbridled, his intentions obvious. But as with his want for a new shift, not everything would just be given to him simply because it would be nice to have. He had three shifts and two hands after all. That should be enough to get him through for a while.
With a lusty smirk, the deity reached out. Though just before their hand might have found the curve of Loren's jaw, they disappeared.
~FIN
