"Boys come and go, hun. I know it feels like a lot now, but it was a few seasons of your life." Almost casually, they waved one of their hands and the tree nearest to them shimmered for a moment before it seemed to be cut in half. "You see?" Nodding towards where some of the rings were thinner and unhealthily coloured, the deity shrugged. "All life goes through hard times, but look at it now." Reassembling itself (it was only an illusion, after all), Frey stood and ran their fingers against the bark. "Strong and healthy."
With a slight smirk as they regarded their nails, the god flashed Phoebe a bemused smile. "All colours are my colour." They tittered.
Crossing their arms across their broad and muscled chest, Frey merely shrugged. "He was rude and he was punished for it, that's all." They said casually. Life did not hold grudges. It reacted, and it moved on, just as the deity had done.
Phoebe's offer made the god pause, head tilted slightly to the side. For a moment Frey's kaleidoscopic gaze seemed lost in thought as it considered the proposal carefully. Finally, they let their arms fall to their sides, chin raised ever so slightly. "Creating life is what I love most, honey. But only where it is wanted. As for how we'd go about such a thing, well.." The god's lips dripped with lust as they rubbed their hands together. Phoebe's mind would be filled of images of a sea of blankets, the bodies of Ronin and Remi naked and golden, and a womb fertile and ready.
With a slight smirk as they regarded their nails, the god flashed Phoebe a bemused smile. "All colours are my colour." They tittered.
Crossing their arms across their broad and muscled chest, Frey merely shrugged. "He was rude and he was punished for it, that's all." They said casually. Life did not hold grudges. It reacted, and it moved on, just as the deity had done.
Phoebe's offer made the god pause, head tilted slightly to the side. For a moment Frey's kaleidoscopic gaze seemed lost in thought as it considered the proposal carefully. Finally, they let their arms fall to their sides, chin raised ever so slightly. "Creating life is what I love most, honey. But only where it is wanted. As for how we'd go about such a thing, well.." The god's lips dripped with lust as they rubbed their hands together. Phoebe's mind would be filled of images of a sea of blankets, the bodies of Ronin and Remi naked and golden, and a womb fertile and ready.
