sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
Feeling his uncertainty, the goddess raised a brow. "I'm not Frey. You don't need to ask permission for everything." Safrin said a touch dismissively, waving a hand vaguely towards Oliver's now entirely organic anatomy.
'I've only opened up the possibilities inside of you sweet one. It is your soul that fits itself into the different bodies, and will continue to do so. Though I'm glad you're enjoying this new way of being. It is much more freeing than being stuck in the body of a man all the time, no?" She smiled at that, perfectly painted lips appearing heart-like.
Studying him for a moment, Safrin merely shrugs. "How would I know what it is she has planned?" She asks. "But go on then, tell me what it is you think she has planned. What might be worse than another uprising?"
'I've only opened up the possibilities inside of you sweet one. It is your soul that fits itself into the different bodies, and will continue to do so. Though I'm glad you're enjoying this new way of being. It is much more freeing than being stuck in the body of a man all the time, no?" She smiled at that, perfectly painted lips appearing heart-like.
Studying him for a moment, Safrin merely shrugs. "How would I know what it is she has planned?" She asks. "But go on then, tell me what it is you think she has planned. What might be worse than another uprising?"
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
