I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice; Imagine being loved by me.
Closing his eyes for a second as she presses against him, for a moment Fox would like nothing more than to just stay here with her out in the rain, in the hope that she and it might help to wash away all of his sins. But no sooner do his eyes open when the sight of the luxere carcass floods his vision again, and he gently shakes his head. "Thank you," he murmurs, "but I think this is something I need to do by myself."
Turning to offer an uncertain kiss to her cheek - he doesn't want to cover her in any more blood - the hunter lets out a shivering breath and carefully extracts himself to rise to his feet. "I'll see you back home in a little while. Would you mind getting some dry clothes for me...? He plans to throw himself into one of the nearby streams before heading back, so at least he won't need to shower. It won't clean off the blood, though.
Turning to offer an uncertain kiss to her cheek - he doesn't want to cover her in any more blood - the hunter lets out a shivering breath and carefully extracts himself to rise to his feet. "I'll see you back home in a little while. Would you mind getting some dry clothes for me...? He plans to throw himself into one of the nearby streams before heading back, so at least he won't need to shower. It won't clean off the blood, though.
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
