I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice; Imagine being loved by me.
"On the contrary," Fox objects softly, the words spoken through a smile as she fits herself so snugly against his body, "I am the one who is honoured." Silenced once more by her kisses and the heat of her skin against his palms, gods but he almost regrets mentioning the ring if only because it's becoming increasingly difficult to want to part from Kiada at all.
Almost being the key word, of course, because her smile makes it all worth it, and Fox leans in to taste it on her lips. "Really," he murmurs. "It's... well, it was my mother's. It isn't much, but it's one of the only things I have left from her. If you want to see it...?" From humble beginnings, the hunter doesn't have obnoxious gemstones set into a band that can barely hold them. But all he does have, he's more than happy to share with the harpy.
Almost being the key word, of course, because her smile makes it all worth it, and Fox leans in to taste it on her lips. "Really," he murmurs. "It's... well, it was my mother's. It isn't much, but it's one of the only things I have left from her. If you want to see it...?" From humble beginnings, the hunter doesn't have obnoxious gemstones set into a band that can barely hold them. But all he does have, he's more than happy to share with the harpy.
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
