FOX
"I wouldn't call anyone's death nothing," Fox says, though his tone is a little unsure even as the remark leaves his lips. He's killed in his past, and he's not thought much of the Ascended he's put in the ground. Not until right this minute, anyway. Ahem - moving swiftly on. "Silver linings, eh?" Not being able to burn to death, that is. "I was Ascended once, too. It's quite nice to be able to walk out in the sun again."
Her sugary smile is met with one a deal more grounded as he works to free her from the webbing, ensuring her feet are firmly on the stone before moving up to untangle her arms and body. "Any time. I'm a monster hunter by trade, but I'm happy to count this amount of webbing as monstrous if you are." Something he can add to his resume, right?
The warm squeeze to his arm has unexpected heat flushing up his neck towards his ears - gods, Fox, has it been that long since anyone has touched you? "Well," he says, a touch gruffly, "there are a few bars in The Last Whisper. I can show you the way, if you want?"
Her sugary smile is met with one a deal more grounded as he works to free her from the webbing, ensuring her feet are firmly on the stone before moving up to untangle her arms and body. "Any time. I'm a monster hunter by trade, but I'm happy to count this amount of webbing as monstrous if you are." Something he can add to his resume, right?
The warm squeeze to his arm has unexpected heat flushing up his neck towards his ears - gods, Fox, has it been that long since anyone has touched you? "Well," he says, a touch gruffly, "there are a few bars in The Last Whisper. I can show you the way, if you want?"
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
