FOX
Fox can't remember the last time he's had this - this being the boneless exhaustion of post-sex bliss or the tangle of other limbs against his own - and he definitely can't remember the last time he was held. It's a slow return to his senses, the hunter not caring for the outside world or anything beyond the cage of Kiada's embrace, and as she speaks, it's through dazed hazel eyes that he finally glances up from the crook of her neck.
"Mm, I suppose we'd better," he whispers back, sounding a soft mix of amused and weary, though instead of moving, Fox merely presses another kiss to her throat and nestles back down. "We are technically already in bed," he points out, his smile audible rather than visible. "But I wouldn't want you to get cold, so..." Shifting his weight to the side and trying to draw her along with him, Fox begins the fight to free the blankets to pull over the top of them.
"Mm, I suppose we'd better," he whispers back, sounding a soft mix of amused and weary, though instead of moving, Fox merely presses another kiss to her throat and nestles back down. "We are technically already in bed," he points out, his smile audible rather than visible. "But I wouldn't want you to get cold, so..." Shifting his weight to the side and trying to draw her along with him, Fox begins the fight to free the blankets to pull over the top of them.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
