As Peter drew away, Frey stepped closer. Kneeling down to reveal an eyeful of all sorts of bits that the thief might have missed on his first glance, Frey reached out to curl a strong finger beneath Peter's jaw to draw his stare up. "No, no one does, hun." Frey agreed with a lazily smile, their lips perfectly plumped and parted to let their tongue snake out for a hot second.
"A flower, mmm? So you took something that I helped make, you killed it, and then brought it here? To me?" Tutting under their breath, Frey shook their head. "You abandoned sure haven't lost your knack for being hated now have you?"
"A flower, mmm? So you took something that I helped make, you killed it, and then brought it here? To me?" Tutting under their breath, Frey shook their head. "You abandoned sure haven't lost your knack for being hated now have you?"
FREY
