Enzo
Frey’s beautiful balls, it’s cold.
Enzo despairs over the unfairness over it all - moving to Torchline only to lose an entire summer to chilly weather, the inability to dress immodestly to make old biddies clutch their throats, the general distasteful loom of war - as he meanders up the steps to the Port’s shrine.
As an Abandoned, he scarcely ever expects a response, but given his mother being welcomed into Frey’s Attuned graces and his fathers miraculous streak of not being smited by a host of heralds, family luck never seems out of reach when it comes to godly interactions.
Luck that seems to appear in mysterious ways, he finds, as a lovely wild-haired young woman seems intent on leaving offerings at the same time. Younger but no less impish for it, the Kaliesin grins and walks up to set down his own gift: a crude sculpture of a penis with rings to throw around it. Is it for Frey or Ludo? Who knows? She seems quite at peace, so he clears his throat softly. “Mind if I join you? I’m always happy to steal the company of a pretty girl, especially a fellow Ludo fan.” His own loyalties are fairly split given Ronin’s involvement had inevitably led to less Safrin-hating than his birth parents hold, but he’s an Old God follower through and through.
Enzo despairs over the unfairness over it all - moving to Torchline only to lose an entire summer to chilly weather, the inability to dress immodestly to make old biddies clutch their throats, the general distasteful loom of war - as he meanders up the steps to the Port’s shrine.
As an Abandoned, he scarcely ever expects a response, but given his mother being welcomed into Frey’s Attuned graces and his fathers miraculous streak of not being smited by a host of heralds, family luck never seems out of reach when it comes to godly interactions.
Luck that seems to appear in mysterious ways, he finds, as a lovely wild-haired young woman seems intent on leaving offerings at the same time. Younger but no less impish for it, the Kaliesin grins and walks up to set down his own gift: a crude sculpture of a penis with rings to throw around it. Is it for Frey or Ludo? Who knows? She seems quite at peace, so he clears his throat softly. “Mind if I join you? I’m always happy to steal the company of a pretty girl, especially a fellow Ludo fan.” His own loyalties are fairly split given Ronin’s involvement had inevitably led to less Safrin-hating than his birth parents hold, but he’s an Old God follower through and through.
the colors in these veins don't glow like they used to
they won't do it for you, they won't do it for me
they won't do it for you, they won't do it for me
