FOX
"I wish I could say the same." Fox smiles about Longnight. "I do my best, but people always seem to need help." And he's heedless to say no to them, as Kiada might have already guessed. "Besides, when you live alone, even prospective Longnight monsters can feel like pretty good company after a while."
His laughter rings quietly throughout the room, fading away as her hands cup his cheeks and caress through his hair, and by the time Kiada nestles back down atop him, Fox's arms are curling around her and he has to persuade himself that he isn't tired. "We could learn to play an instrument. Or paint, or bring a deck of cards and tell everyone it's cursed," he says; just a few suggestions, of course.
"Either that or we start less conversations." And he can't tell if that's good or not.
His laughter rings quietly throughout the room, fading away as her hands cup his cheeks and caress through his hair, and by the time Kiada nestles back down atop him, Fox's arms are curling around her and he has to persuade himself that he isn't tired. "We could learn to play an instrument. Or paint, or bring a deck of cards and tell everyone it's cursed," he says; just a few suggestions, of course.
"Either that or we start less conversations." And he can't tell if that's good or not.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
