Gathering up the little kindling he's managed to get so far, Fox stacks it under a heavy canvas to the side of the house where a deal more firewood is already seasoning, then props the sled up against one of the stone walls so no one trips over it. "Yeah?" He huffs out a laugh, never having heard his place described as cute by anyone. "Hey, don't put yourself down. It was a very impressive bonfire I found you in."
Sidling up beside her, he reaches into his coat pocket for a small ring of keys, using the largest to reach out and unlock the old oak door. Stamping the snow from his boots, he pushes open the door into cozy warmth and the smell of citrus and cloves. The door opens directly into the kitchen area, where a chimney breast houses a woodstove churning out lingering heat.
A small, circular dining table sits directly in front of the stove, and there are herbs hanging to dry from the beams overhead, as well as countertops cluttered with vegetables and other supplies yet to be put away. "Please, make yourself comfortable."
Sidling up beside her, he reaches into his coat pocket for a small ring of keys, using the largest to reach out and unlock the old oak door. Stamping the snow from his boots, he pushes open the door into cozy warmth and the smell of citrus and cloves. The door opens directly into the kitchen area, where a chimney breast houses a woodstove churning out lingering heat.
A small, circular dining table sits directly in front of the stove, and there are herbs hanging to dry from the beams overhead, as well as countertops cluttered with vegetables and other supplies yet to be put away. "Please, make yourself comfortable."
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
