making friends with all my sins

so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?

i can't open up to you

This is his last stop in Torchline, he thinks, but its been the one he’s put off the most. There’s a pit of anxiety that swirls in his gut, having not seen the deity since… Well, his first wedding, he thinks. A wedding of which Frey had officiated, and now? Now his ex-wife was one of their demigods. To say that coming to them with a request for an item from them when it was clear he followed Safrin and the distaste between the two of them was palpable?

It made things awkward.

So he’d tried to make it easier on himself, recalling when Phoebe had sent him to the shrine all those years ago, ensuring he brought a proper offering. So he does this time as well, bringing ripe peaches in a basket, a sweet wine, a few things that he imagines Frey would enjoy, setting them atop the shrine in Rainbow Road before he clears his throat and kneels, his lightning scarred hand fiddling with the edge of the top of his partially unbuttoned shirt.

“Frey?” He begins, straightening up his posture from where he’s knelt before the shrine. “I was wondering if you would be willing to share a moment of your time with me?”

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Sunjata prays to Frey! I’d like to turn in my god quest pass for this <3

me and my friends are lonely

i always figured i'd be the one to die alone

SUNJATA

'Share?' Frey's voice is a purr. Their arrival will be accompanied by a rush of heat that slides down through Sunjata's open shirt, over his various scars and tattoos, and directly into his pants.  He'll feel a bit of a fondle, the way the peach he's brought with him might have felt when he checked it for its ripeness.

Laying atop one of the volcanic rocks, their body arched over the porous stone and completely nude, their physical form will settle on whatever features the Flood finds the most alluring and enticing in the moment. "Time is such a boring thing to share." They muse, reaching out to pluck one of the peaches seemingly out of the air. Biting into it such that the juices dripped down their chin in sparkling streams, they tilt their head to the side to appraise the man on his knees. "What do you want?"

so is there any treason in the tricky little price I pay?

i can't open up to you

If he thought he was somewhat cold before, the deity’s arrival certainly changes things. One second he’s offering his prayer, nervousness and anxiety eating at every nerve, the next there’s warmth that spreads along his skin, a voice that reaches his ears that with a combination of the two has his face turning red, cheeks flushing and the tips of his ears darkening beneath longer hair.

His gaze lifts to meet Frey, languid in the way they lay against the stone, their features a shock of vibrant blue eyes and dark locks, a slight ever so slowly changing between curls and straight hair, their skin a hued bronze that Sunjata can only assume his mind is making his eyes see a combination of Lusea and Nate. He’s speechless for a second, getting his bearings. “I suppose it is.” He admits, his voice an easy accented rumble.

But he’s here with the hope that Frey might help him with something. A gift. “I was wondering if you would be willing to help me make a gift. There’s… a room in the Grounds I heard you blessed years ago. Admittedly I’ve spent a fair amount of my time there, and I was wondering if you could help me make an item that gives the same effect when worn?” An aura, something that allows the wearer to feel that beautiful striking sensation, the same that allows the Ascended to use parts of their body and feel it in the room’s own way.

Long story short, war is approaching and Sunjata’d much rather not have to make vacation / get away plans to get fucked by his husband.

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I was thinking it could maybe be a ring (or even a strap on of sorts) that gives the wearer the same effect as the room in the Grounds if that’s possible? something to treat both Jata and Nate without having to go to the Grounds each time they wanna fuck LOL

me and my friends are lonely

i always figured i'd be the one to die alone

SUNJATA

Having already eaten the sweet flesh of the peach, Frey plops the pit into their mouth. Sucking on it loudly and with zeal, they smile sensually in the Flood's direction as he makes his request.

Distill the magic of the room into one tiny item?

"Only the Voice has ever been able to make such a thing." Frey remarks, shrugging their shoulders slowly and sensually as they lick a few droplets of remaining juice from their lips. "Besides...your Nate knew that this was what would happen when he went off to become an ascended." Oh yes, Frey knew.

"Seems to me these are the very obvious consequences of his actions." They add, running their palms gently over their nipples. Sunjata would feel the buzz of sensation across his own body as the god touched themself.