I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice; Imagine being loved by me.
"Ah," Fox says; a vague utterance that hides his unease at the fact that the tall man apparently knows Kiada. And knows that they are getting married. Meaning he's probably going to be present at their wedding in some capacity. Hooray. "Oh - thank you," he manages at least, offering a polite nod. "I didn't catch your name...?" Because he hadn't given it, but he leaves that part out, shifting a touch to stop his toes going numb from standing in the cold street.
I am not your dear he might have said were the other man not being so infuriatingly pleasant, Fox instead peering towards where he gestures and the light on at a boutique down a suspiciously deserted skinny alleyway. "I..." Wanting to say no because, yes, he's quite unnerved in the stranger's presence, but equally never wanting to be seen as such, the hunter nods.
"That would be great, actually. Thanks - lead the way." So, you know, he doesn't end up with a knife in his back.
I am not your dear he might have said were the other man not being so infuriatingly pleasant, Fox instead peering towards where he gestures and the light on at a boutique down a suspiciously deserted skinny alleyway. "I..." Wanting to say no because, yes, he's quite unnerved in the stranger's presence, but equally never wanting to be seen as such, the hunter nods.
"That would be great, actually. Thanks - lead the way." So, you know, he doesn't end up with a knife in his back.
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
