The Honeysuckle Princess

"You aren't a liability honeybunch." Frey said. Behind Phoebe, the deity lazily floated in the water. Belly-up, their arms stroked the surface with languid and fertile movements, their body seeming to hover in the ruby liquid rather than properly float in it. "Everyone has a choice. If they choose to be around you and that brings harm to them, well," Frey shrugged sending small ripples outwards from their body. Glancing over and eyeing Phoebe for a moment, Frey returned their head back onto the water and looked up at the sky. "I feel like we had a chat once about worrying too much about others. Are we going to have to rehash that?" Frey

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