FINN
It isn't even close to the most provocative encounter people have had with Frey, and yet Finn still flushes to see them naked in the grass. Still, he steps forward with the basket to place a peach into the deity's hand, leaving the basket nearby so they can enjoy as they please. "It has been a bumpy few days," he admits, running a finger through the back of his curls. "That is what I came to speak with you about."
Feeling even more awkward having Frey loll all over the ground while he stands, Finn shifts to sit down, legs crossed. He doesn't bother with preamble, knowing the deity will already be aware of him in intimate detail. "I was getting better," he mumbles, "until Torchline. But now I feel as though I can't..." He lets out a shuddering breath. "I can't get close to anyone. It's even worse than before, and I... I'm going to have a child. And I can't be this way. It isn't meant to be this way."
Feeling even more awkward having Frey loll all over the ground while he stands, Finn shifts to sit down, legs crossed. He doesn't bother with preamble, knowing the deity will already be aware of him in intimate detail. "I was getting better," he mumbles, "until Torchline. But now I feel as though I can't..." He lets out a shuddering breath. "I can't get close to anyone. It's even worse than before, and I... I'm going to have a child. And I can't be this way. It isn't meant to be this way."
