[God Quest] Love you like a mustang

Thought by now maybe I woulda learned my lesson

The rain has relented today, but the mud remains an ever persistent thorn in her side, especially now. "Smooches!" Her fingers snap for the pup's attention, but it's no use, he's already flopping into the next mud puddle, happy as can be. "Gods, you are NOT coming in the house you stinky, gross thing." Although her tone is tight, her smile flickers in afterwards, head shaking at the hopelessness of it all.

In the distance, a horse waits for them to get their shit together, leg cocked in lazy patience. Leaving the dog to his antics, she finishes the trek to the shrine, her quiver over her shoulder, arrows rattling every other stride. She sets down a bundle of lavender and Cleveland sage, the plants she's put by her front windows to breathe them in every morning, already growing buckwild with the season turn. She also deposits a lemon, the tree in her backyard happily producing, but it's too early for the fruits and vegetables she knows Frey might prefer. So, to sweeten the deal, so to speak, she unfolds a little wrap of some peanut butter cookies and sets them beside the rest.

Her hands fist back into her pockets, colder than she'd like still. They pull down the tan duster she's got on, layers built up beneath it. "Frey," she reaches out gently, head tipping down. "I've done your tasks to improve the quiver. Could use some extra sharpness about now." Having felt that perhaps she's grown softer than she meant to.

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Quest received here I'm lonely if you are
For: upgrade her pencil sharpener quiver

1. Test the tensile limits of something until it breaks
The sound of freedom stampeding saddle horn broke

2. Complete a training thread with her quiver but she can only pull non-arrows out from it
[o][Training] bottle it all up then break the glass sparred w/ knife and a pencil sharpened in the quiver

3. Take something hard and make it harder
[SE] Feelin' low with my walls up high made hunting even harder by doing it in the Feverlands instead of KE

4. Use her quiver's sharpening-property in a regular thread to sharpen something that isn't an arrow.
and you die together sharpened a knife

Colt

The grip you got on me is really quite impressive

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words The air shifts before Frey even takes form; warmth swelling against Colt’s skin, the scent of sage and sun-soaked flesh thickening in the air until it’s hard to tell whether it’s her heartbeat or the earth’s she hears pulsing beneath it. When they appear, it’s as if the world simply exhales them into being: naked, gleaming with rain-damp light, every inch of them shaped from what Colt most aches to see. They crouch easily beside the shrine, the mud seeming to shy from touching them. Fingers trail toward the lemon she’s left, tracing its dimpled skin with a lazy drag such that Colt will feel the echo of it ghosting against her own body, a teasing brush against her nipple that tightens breath and heat alike. Frey’s grin unfurls slow and wicked. They pluck up a cookie and take a bite, the sound of it—crunch, sigh, hum—far too intimate for something so simple. "Mmm. Delicious," they purr around it, licking a crumb from their thumb.  "You know, darling girl," Their eyes glitter like honey catching sun, lazy and dangerous both. "The best roses always have the sharpest thorns." Light blooms from their hand, liquid gold pouring outward until it catches on Colt’s quiver, wrapping it in radiance. The scent of lavender and wild sage flares bright in the air; the wood hums faintly, as though it’s remembering how to bite. Frey straightens, stretching like a cat, satisfaction curling through every motion. "There. A little more edge." Their smile turns languid again, gaze drifting over her like a touch. Congratulations! Colt's quiver has been ugpraded!

Thought by now maybe I woulda learned my lesson

It's always a bit of a shock for him to just appear before her, nude and smug in a way that sits differently from his usual. She doesn't not like it, usually finding it amusing to see his shape take on whatever actions Frey deems fit to do, more free and languid about everything than he has ever been. It always feels like a fever dream, but she walks away chuckling about it all regardless. That her arousal sparks amid it all is never surprising, and not just because of Frey.

Her inhale turns sharp as the lemon-nipple connection strikes her like an unexpected jolt. She'd braced for the citrus tang in her mouth, not the roll of thumbs that drag up a dark memory where hands that looked just like that had done much the same to her recently. She flicks her gaze to the side, as if that could ever help her, listening to the cookie go down like an overly affectionate couple in a booth behind her at the bar. "Glad you liked it," she smiles, attention tilting back as she recovers a touch from the heat blooming through her.

A 'brow lifts in expectation as Vrey begins, sparkling the way anyone with secrets is prone to. Her smile deepens into one cheek, and she nods, the faintest sigh slipping out like agreement. "Yeah," she agrees, and the Labyrinth has a lesson or two about that as well.

Her breath holds taut again, though this time for an entirely different reason. The warm stream of magic reaches behind her, settling in with a glow and a scented flourish rich with promise. She glances over her shoulder at it, watching until the last flare of light fades. A sense of relief finds her. Another thing off her checklist. Another step towards managing to hold her own.

Her head turns, amber eyes resting back on Fresper as they lounge with all the confidence of a sunbeam in a storm. "Much appreciated, as always Frey," she says warmly, emboldened by this new potential. She dips her head in departure, hand rolling off her hat in a mild salute before she turns on her heel and heads home, a touch lighter, if heaps dirtier, thanks to Smooches.

[FIN]

Colt

The grip you got on me is really quite impressive