I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice; Imagine being loved by me.
Closing his eyes against her affections, both trying to lean into them and feeling as though he doesn't deserve them right now, Fox nonetheless gazes over his shoulder at Kiada until she disappears through the treeline, making sure she gets out safely. "I love you too," he calls, though the words are mostly swallowed by the rain by the time he trusts them to leave his throat.
Fox is gone for the better part of an hour, during which time the rainstorm has moved properly over the Outer Islands in a steady, dark grey drum. By the time his silhouette appears through the woods again he's clean - his skin is, anyway - and his clothes cling to his body despite the initial protection of the raincoat. If he notices the weight of them, though, or how his fingers are numb already from the cold, it doesn't show.
Trudging up to the door and seeming unsure of what to do or whether to even call out for Kia, he steps inside, dripping.
Fox is gone for the better part of an hour, during which time the rainstorm has moved properly over the Outer Islands in a steady, dark grey drum. By the time his silhouette appears through the woods again he's clean - his skin is, anyway - and his clothes cling to his body despite the initial protection of the raincoat. If he notices the weight of them, though, or how his fingers are numb already from the cold, it doesn't show.
Trudging up to the door and seeming unsure of what to do or whether to even call out for Kia, he steps inside, dripping.
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
