I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice; Imagine being loved by me.
Offering a good natured grumble that wants to object - but of course Fox can't, really, because Kia is right and he'd absolutely do it for her - the hunter lets his fingers carefully thread through her dark hair, his free hand keeping her secure and snug against his chest.
"How about," he suggests softly, walking in step with her as she ferries him backwards into their kitchen, "we spike that tea with something, and then have cake?" His eyebrows raise hopefully - Fox is far from someone to drown his sorrows, but fuck, after the cold, the rain, the quicksand moss, the bloodlust and the luxere, they deserve something to take the edge off.
"Thank you," he says again, because once absolutely isn't enough to reiterate who Kia is to him and what she's done for him. "I promise I'll try to do better about this bloodlust thing."
"How about," he suggests softly, walking in step with her as she ferries him backwards into their kitchen, "we spike that tea with something, and then have cake?" His eyebrows raise hopefully - Fox is far from someone to drown his sorrows, but fuck, after the cold, the rain, the quicksand moss, the bloodlust and the luxere, they deserve something to take the edge off.
"Thank you," he says again, because once absolutely isn't enough to reiterate who Kia is to him and what she's done for him. "I promise I'll try to do better about this bloodlust thing."
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
