I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice; Imagine being loved by me.
Fox's what the fuck did you just call me is tempered by the fact that this is Kiada and not some randomer out in the street, but his frown belongs on the face of some dark and brooding man, rather than the hunter she wakes up alongside. The expression does fade a fraction - in confusion if nothing else - at the sight of the cake, and an arm moves automatically around her as she reaches for him.
"I see you have had this planned," he says dryly, drawing her up against his chest and letting his eyes flick to the weather outside again; any hopes he's had of putting this off have been well and truly buried by Kia's consolation prize. "I suppose this means we should be on our way, doesn't it?"
"I see you have had this planned," he says dryly, drawing her up against his chest and letting his eyes flick to the weather outside again; any hopes he's had of putting this off have been well and truly buried by Kia's consolation prize. "I suppose this means we should be on our way, doesn't it?"
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
