FOX
One has to have been able to experience those things properly to miss them, so as far as touching and being touched is concerned, beyond a few flings in his youth, Fox had been Ascended for longer than Kiada has been in Caido. "I missed sleeping," he confesses with a soft laugh. "Being able to switch off your mind properly and feel rested afterwards." Of course he could power down as an Ascended, but gods, it was a meaningless blip in time for all the difference it made.
Further connections spring between them, not unlike the webbing tangling Kiada's limbs together, and Fox's smile is a warm and honest one. "Maybe we did run into each other a couple of times," he says. "Like ships passing in the night, maybe. What are you doing these days? Still hunting?" It makes even more sense, now, what she'd said about the Grounds and living in them, and that kinship she feels is returned in kind.
And he's no longer an Ascended so it's not exactly a blue screen, but she does leave him quite successfully tongue tied with both proximity and the casual touching, Fox gazing after her for a good couple of second before he can make his feet move again. "I wouldn't say no," he says, catching up to her. "It's thirsty work, hacking through spiderwebs."
So saying, he takes them down the signposted path towards the Inner Quarter, where - as Kiada has already mentioned - the silk does make several more appearances, Fox frowning as he gazes at the cotton candy-esque houses they pass. "Gods, this is like a plague," he remarks.
Further connections spring between them, not unlike the webbing tangling Kiada's limbs together, and Fox's smile is a warm and honest one. "Maybe we did run into each other a couple of times," he says. "Like ships passing in the night, maybe. What are you doing these days? Still hunting?" It makes even more sense, now, what she'd said about the Grounds and living in them, and that kinship she feels is returned in kind.
And he's no longer an Ascended so it's not exactly a blue screen, but she does leave him quite successfully tongue tied with both proximity and the casual touching, Fox gazing after her for a good couple of second before he can make his feet move again. "I wouldn't say no," he says, catching up to her. "It's thirsty work, hacking through spiderwebs."
So saying, he takes them down the signposted path towards the Inner Quarter, where - as Kiada has already mentioned - the silk does make several more appearances, Fox frowning as he gazes at the cotton candy-esque houses they pass. "Gods, this is like a plague," he remarks.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
