FOX
Huffing a laugh against the side of her neck as they finally wrestle the blankets out from beneath them, even that much feels too much like exercise for Fox, and he melts against Kiada again as she tucks the sheets around them both. "You make a good point. I'd not want to turn to stone after just having met you." And that remark probably has layers, if he thinks about it too closely.
Which he doesn't. Now is definitively not the time.
Instead, the heat rolling from their bodies and soaking into the bed around them is the perfect silent lullaby, the hunter shifting a little to get settled and trying (and failing) to ignore the way her arm curls around him brings such unexpected comfort. A number of remarks dance on his tongue - from This is nice to Nudge me if I fall asleep - but alas, exhaustion has beaten Fox to the punch.
His breathing slows, growing heavy and rhythmic, and there's nothing he can do to stop the pull of sleep.
Which he doesn't. Now is definitively not the time.
Instead, the heat rolling from their bodies and soaking into the bed around them is the perfect silent lullaby, the hunter shifting a little to get settled and trying (and failing) to ignore the way her arm curls around him brings such unexpected comfort. A number of remarks dance on his tongue - from This is nice to Nudge me if I fall asleep - but alas, exhaustion has beaten Fox to the punch.
His breathing slows, growing heavy and rhythmic, and there's nothing he can do to stop the pull of sleep.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
