the crooked kind

Frey Beholders beware, there are no safe words Honestly, these mortals were so silly sometimes. Gods and goddesses didn’t have concepts of nice and mean, right and wrong, good and evil. Those were for philosophers and people, not beings of divine power and unfathomable depths. Some of them might seem to care more for people, but it was a lie, since all of them were in charge of specific domains and had their own specific priorities as a result. So ‘the nice ones’ and the ‘bad ones’ really was a terrible way of categorizing them. None of them would ever be truly mortal, and therefore wouldn’t ever fully align with mortal concerns. Besides, one person’s nice was another person’s rude. It was all so relative and dependent on a variety of factors. Moreover, in the end, it was irrelevant. Frey certainly thought they were nice. After all, what was so bad about giving people a little love in their lives? And sex was fantastic and good for the mind and the body. So in that sense, Frey was indeed the nice one, and no one would tell them otherwise. Well, they could try, but then they’d find out just how mean Frey could be. Then again, crossing any of the deities was a terrible idea. However, even showing up was ‘nice,’ since the gods didn’t have to do anything they didn’t want to, and gracing mortals with their divine presence was a blessing and should always be considered as such. If the mortals kept complaining about not getting one of the 'nice ones' then the 'mean ones' might stop being so benevolent upon arrival. That was a problem for the future. And all this thinking was hurting their brain, and the supplicant was someone who Frey had encountered before, so the deity supposed appearing wouldn’t be so bad. Besides, having someone else to play with for once would be nice. Their last session with the mortals had sadly got cut short when that redhead went way too far, and Frey was hungry for something that actually reached a climax. If they did, maybe they'd see that Frey too could be a nice one. This time, Frey didn’t appear with much fanfare. In their last manifestation, they’d put on a whole song and dance, but honestly, repetition was boring. Variety was the spice of life, and Frey tried to experience their existence to the fullest. The first sign of their appearance would be a sweet and relaxing scent, like incense, drifting through the air and winding around the two people by the shrine. Then, Frey spoke, their voice laced with wicked delight. ”So nice and polite. Too bad for you I like it a bit naughty.” If the two mortals looked, they would find the god on their side lounging on a bed of grass, propped up on one elbow. Their head was resting in their hand while the other traced alluring patterns on their skin. Completely nude, of course. Frey winked at Remi, delight sparkling in their eyes and sensuality dripping from their words. As with last time, their appearance was indeterminate, but oh so very attractive, looking like whoever the viewer most desired, or the platonic ideal of that. Even though they weren’t actively turning these mortal's minds to mush or trying to charm the two, both Remi and Rexanna would find themselves increasingly and inexorably attracted to Frey. Speaking of the woman, Frey turned their gaze to her and wrinkled their nose. She was one of those distasteful Abandoned. Pity that, given that she was quite the attractive specimen. Oh well, maybe she’d prove better than most of her kind. At least she was gorgeous. Actually, now that Frey thought about it, there was something different about Remi as well. Languidly running their gaze along his body, they realized what it was. ”Two abandoned? Hon, why’d you go and do that to yourself. I mean, you’re still pretty, and pretty hot, but you were such a tasty morsel before.” Letting out a long suffering sigh, Frey then yawned, clearly bored. Two abandoned, both still clothed, neither of them doing anything fun or interesting. ”Well then, get on with it.” They'd called Frey here, but there hadn't been a specific request, and seeing as Remi and Rexanna  weren't even making out, let alone doing something that Frey would find appealing, the deities' interest was already waning. They could call on the gods all they wanted, and sometimes the gods would answer, but the mortals wouldn't always like the answer. If they wanted better responses, they'd have to give better offers. Frey was feeling lazy, so they weren't going to do all the work here.