I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice; Imagine being loved by me.
"I thought so too," Fox murmurs, leaning into the warm touch of her hands and only focusing properly when Kia leans away to grab a bottle of liquor. Moving with her so they can sidle up to the counter and spike the tea appropriately, the hunter contents himself with letting his hands gently wander over her curves, feeling inexplicably lucky to have fallen into her orbit, let alone to be able to tell her he loves her.
"...Yeah," he agrees slowly, about the bloodlust situation, snagging their cups once they've been appropriately doused and carrying them to the little kitchen table. Only once he sets them down (and takes a seat himself) does Fox tug her into his lap, leaning his chin against her shoulder and frowning softly down at their drinks.
"I know you're right," he murmurs. "I'm just... I've bottled things up for so long, it's hard to admit that it's happening until it's past the point of no return, you know?"
"...Yeah," he agrees slowly, about the bloodlust situation, snagging their cups once they've been appropriately doused and carrying them to the little kitchen table. Only once he sets them down (and takes a seat himself) does Fox tug her into his lap, leaning his chin against her shoulder and frowning softly down at their drinks.
"I know you're right," he murmurs. "I'm just... I've bottled things up for so long, it's hard to admit that it's happening until it's past the point of no return, you know?"
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
