I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice; Imagine being loved by me.
There are a great number of things that Fox can see, hear and feel at present, but all of them blur together into the shape of Kiada's body beneath his hands and the taste of her lips, and anything else becomes unimportant in comparison. He's more than happy to bask in her affection, already warmed inside and out from her presence, and thoughts of shame and guilt and bloodlust grow increasingly distant.
"Thank fuck for that," he blurts, a crooked smile kicking up one side of his mouth. "And I would appreciate that, if you don't mind. I only intend to ever do this once, and only ever with you, so... I'd like to know I did everything I could to get it right." Leaning into the warmth of her touch and closing his eyes for a moment, he lets his calloused fingers walk their way beneath the hem of her shirt, pressing against the soft skin of her lower back.
"I do have a ring to give you, at least," he says, almost bashfully.
"Thank fuck for that," he blurts, a crooked smile kicking up one side of his mouth. "And I would appreciate that, if you don't mind. I only intend to ever do this once, and only ever with you, so... I'd like to know I did everything I could to get it right." Leaning into the warmth of her touch and closing his eyes for a moment, he lets his calloused fingers walk their way beneath the hem of her shirt, pressing against the soft skin of her lower back.
"I do have a ring to give you, at least," he says, almost bashfully.
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
