I’d be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice; Imagine being loved by me.
"Sure does," Fox agrees with Soren, rolling his shoulders and watching as the other Ancient gets to work with his inspection. He and the masons move slowly but precisely - no matter how chaotic the final fountain may look, it still requires a little logic at its core to stop it all toppling down around them. Wherever they locate instability in the obsidian or unrefined sections of granite, they meld and chip and secure it until things seem solid and yet in defiance of the laws of physics.
That's when Fox steps in with the heavy length of chain, using a nearby sconce to manipulate the fire around his hands to something white-hot. It's slow work, fusing the chain links in place and arranging it around the fountain, and he'll be chilly and aching when it's finished, but even he has to admit when he steps back that it looks mighty impressive.
And it's not even finished yet - Charlie pops in and out of view like something fae and wicked, adding glints and loops and light to their creation as if decorating some absurd Christmas tree. When she calls out, Fox's eyes (and the masons') are wide at the sight of it, and he lets out a soft laugh. "I don't think we need to worry about subtle!" he calls. "It'll catch the eye of anyone walking through the Inner Quarter."
With that they're blessedly done, and not a moment too soon - the steady downpour is starting to drum into something cold and fierce, and the sun has long since set. "Thanks for all your help," he tells them, the masons starting to pack up, some calling their thanks and farewells, others heading into the Temple for blessings by their priestess and her acolytes. "Hopefully it looks just as good with wine flowing from it."
Just as good or sinister as fuck, but Fox doesn't voice that part.
AND THAT'S A WRAP! Thanks all! <3
~FIN
That's when Fox steps in with the heavy length of chain, using a nearby sconce to manipulate the fire around his hands to something white-hot. It's slow work, fusing the chain links in place and arranging it around the fountain, and he'll be chilly and aching when it's finished, but even he has to admit when he steps back that it looks mighty impressive.
And it's not even finished yet - Charlie pops in and out of view like something fae and wicked, adding glints and loops and light to their creation as if decorating some absurd Christmas tree. When she calls out, Fox's eyes (and the masons') are wide at the sight of it, and he lets out a soft laugh. "I don't think we need to worry about subtle!" he calls. "It'll catch the eye of anyone walking through the Inner Quarter."
With that they're blessedly done, and not a moment too soon - the steady downpour is starting to drum into something cold and fierce, and the sun has long since set. "Thanks for all your help," he tells them, the masons starting to pack up, some calling their thanks and farewells, others heading into the Temple for blessings by their priestess and her acolytes. "Hopefully it looks just as good with wine flowing from it."
Just as good or sinister as fuck, but Fox doesn't voice that part.
AND THAT'S A WRAP! Thanks all! <3
~FIN
Fox Sinclair
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
