I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice; Imagine being loved by me.
Lucky for Kia, then, that Fox has every intention for them to be together for as long as she'll put up with him, and he smiles against the kiss he presses to her lips, even as he successfully steals her attempt at her new name. Stretched across her on the bed and humming a note of encouragement at her fingers in his hair and against his horns, he parts just enough to hear it again - Kiada Sinclair - and flashes a fanged smile down at her for her trouble.
"I think it sounds perfect," he tells her softly, pressing a kiss to her lips, and then her cheeks, her throat, her collarbones. "But then again you are perfect, Kiada Sinclair. So I shouldn't be surprised, should I?" Already he's starting to struggle at keeping his gentlemanly hands to himself, fingers teasing beneath her shirt and kisses growing more hungry and insistent as he shifts to blaze a train down her body.
"I think it sounds perfect," he tells her softly, pressing a kiss to her lips, and then her cheeks, her throat, her collarbones. "But then again you are perfect, Kiada Sinclair. So I shouldn't be surprised, should I?" Already he's starting to struggle at keeping his gentlemanly hands to himself, fingers teasing beneath her shirt and kisses growing more hungry and insistent as he shifts to blaze a train down her body.
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
