Sitting up suddenly, their shoulders broad and their eyes blazing, the god exhales the whorl of smoke they'd been contemplating. "It's a bit adorable, how this sort of puts you and Phoebe back together again, mm?" They chuckle with a bounce of their eyebrows. The NIghtingale was also one of Frey's after all; she'd gloat, probably, but what of it?
"Whatever anyone says, it comes down to this: it's better to be free, than to wear golden chains." Or starlit chains, as it was. 'And maybe one day you'll be the man that makes it so the ascended can get fucked outside of the sex room." They add with a laugh, before beckoning Sunjata to them.
"This," they warn, "-is going to hurt like a bitch."
And it does.
As bright and sweeping as his orgasm had been, the pain that will roar through him will be like inviting hell into his veins, slicing them open, and then bathing in lemon juice. Safrin has become insidious, and burning her out takes a heat unlike anything Sunjata has ever known. Through it all, Frey's eyes blaze like some heavenly promise of respite to them. They hold his head, mop his brow, and whisper that it will soon be over.
Sunjata has become a demigod for Frey!
"Whatever anyone says, it comes down to this: it's better to be free, than to wear golden chains." Or starlit chains, as it was. 'And maybe one day you'll be the man that makes it so the ascended can get fucked outside of the sex room." They add with a laugh, before beckoning Sunjata to them.
"This," they warn, "-is going to hurt like a bitch."
And it does.
As bright and sweeping as his orgasm had been, the pain that will roar through him will be like inviting hell into his veins, slicing them open, and then bathing in lemon juice. Safrin has become insidious, and burning her out takes a heat unlike anything Sunjata has ever known. Through it all, Frey's eyes blaze like some heavenly promise of respite to them. They hold his head, mop his brow, and whisper that it will soon be over.
Sunjata has become a demigod for Frey!
