FOX
Entranced as she sits up, Fox finds her face with soft hazel eyes, his hands mapping the scars he can no longer see in great detail, but that he knows are there. "That sounds fair," he murmurs, listening with quiet curiosity as she explains. "Caido is your third world, then," he notes, the Ancient's smile a touch sad as he realises she still doesn't really have a place to call home even now.
But the attention is moving to him, Fox glancing down at the curved scar over his sternum. "Oh, that? Fell off my bicycle," he tells her with a wry smile, before his voice grows a touch quieter. "That's from when the sparkbird came to the Hollowed Grounds during the war." Reaching out, he guides her hand across his chest, counting further nicks and silvery marks. "All of these are. Falling, molten debris from a building that collapsed. I was still Ascended then."
But the attention is moving to him, Fox glancing down at the curved scar over his sternum. "Oh, that? Fell off my bicycle," he tells her with a wry smile, before his voice grows a touch quieter. "That's from when the sparkbird came to the Hollowed Grounds during the war." Reaching out, he guides her hand across his chest, counting further nicks and silvery marks. "All of these are. Falling, molten debris from a building that collapsed. I was still Ascended then."
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
