FOX
Feeling his own breath stutter in his chest as she shifts and moves atop him, Fox is left drowning in ice blue eyes and fae beauty, his hands automatically drifting down her back to settle against her hips. Her response and the question she quips in return does nothing to help him stay focused, and the hunter has to give himself permission to want to stay before he responds.
"I'd like that," he manages eventually, leaning in to brush his lips against Kiada's in a kiss that feels much more tender than it has any right to be. If he were more charming he might have added it beats going home or some other line, but there's only the gentle press of his hands and the song being written on his lips.
"I'd like that," he manages eventually, leaning in to brush his lips against Kiada's in a kiss that feels much more tender than it has any right to be. If he were more charming he might have added it beats going home or some other line, but there's only the gentle press of his hands and the song being written on his lips.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
