I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice; Imagine being loved by me.
Hazel eyes widening, at first with shock and then promptly with relief, Fox manages to offer Kiada a gentle smile before the towel is suddenly handed to him. It's with a quiet and rumbling yes, ma'am that he complies, rubbing at his face and hair and starting to peel off his clothes. The boots and sodden raincoat come first, stood and hung by the door, and it's while Kia continues to dry his hair off that he fumbles to unbutton his shirt and pants.
"Thank you," he mumbles, the soaked clothes soon at his feet. Gooseflesh instantly erupts along his sides and down his back, the hunter shivering in earnest as he reaches for the sweater and a pair of comfortable sweatpants, shucking into them and feeling a sudden and overwhelming surge of affection for the harpy once he's finally dressed.
"You are too good to me," he whispers, reaching out to curl his arms around her and draw her securely against his chest. "Thanks for putting up with me."
"Thank you," he mumbles, the soaked clothes soon at his feet. Gooseflesh instantly erupts along his sides and down his back, the hunter shivering in earnest as he reaches for the sweater and a pair of comfortable sweatpants, shucking into them and feeling a sudden and overwhelming surge of affection for the harpy once he's finally dressed.
"You are too good to me," he whispers, reaching out to curl his arms around her and draw her securely against his chest. "Thanks for putting up with me."
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
