What a Deer

Deimos could see the wheels turning in Saracyn's head as he considered all the things that he was told. It was obvious the boy was still skeptical, but he certainly didn't expect his nephew to just fully expect what he was told that easily. He respected him more for really thinking it over and considering it for himself than just accepting what he was given. As he predicted, Saracyn expressed how he didn't know anything in the ways of pleasure and sex just yet and then lamented about how few faes were available to him within Elysium—stating that the only girl near his age was his sister. Deimos gave a rumbling chuckle, his memories taking him back to the days of his youth spent with his own siblings and the antics they got into. He was sure Manea would hate him for the rest of his days if he gave Saracyn the sorted details of their affairs, but what was an uncle for if not to give his nephew advice his mother wouldn't want him to hear?

"Well, look at it this way, you're plenty old enough now to start going out on your own. You don't have to have some kind of serious relationship or arrangement just to have a little fun. Just find yourself a fae that's interested and get yourself acquainted with all of the fun they have to offer. Hell, there's faes out there that will show you a very good time just for some shiny gems or some nice furs with no strings attached." He chuckled and smirked as he gave Saracyn his likely far less responsible advice than his sister had ever given him. "It's probably better to avoid getting any of them pregnant of course since killing all those bastards does get pretty messy, but otherwise there's nothing saying you can't sleep around a bit and experiment." A little smirk touched his lips as he added, "Although, if going out and finding a girl to sleep around with isn't really your style then I've found a sister is a pretty good place to start."

"Deimos Medacium"