Smiling and teasing his fingers gently through her hair as she leans into him, Fox adjusts them ever so slightly beneath the porch so they aren't in the way of anyone coming or going - not that there seem to be many around right now. "Mm, really," he says, his voice soft and his posture open despite the somewhat uncomfortable topic. "I'm sorry to hear that, about your brother. Do you have a lantern for him that you want to bring, even if he isn't here? We could make one, if you want."
As for his own sibling, Fox scrunches his nose and gives a gentle shrug of his shoulders. "We both became Ascended at the same time. But while I struggled with it, he thrived. Went all in for the Voice's cause, so we understandably lost touch after that. I assumed he died during the war, because I didn't hear anything otherwise and I couldn't find any news of him, but I suppose he could have become an Ancient."
It's a loose end he likes to pretend he's tied up with assumptions, but naturally it starts to fray if he gives it too much thought.
As for his own sibling, Fox scrunches his nose and gives a gentle shrug of his shoulders. "We both became Ascended at the same time. But while I struggled with it, he thrived. Went all in for the Voice's cause, so we understandably lost touch after that. I assumed he died during the war, because I didn't hear anything otherwise and I couldn't find any news of him, but I suppose he could have become an Ancient."
It's a loose end he likes to pretend he's tied up with assumptions, but naturally it starts to fray if he gives it too much thought.
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.
