"I see," Fox drawls, though in truth they're both as bad as each other right now. He might be faring better than Kiada, it's true, but it doesn't at all mean that he's functioning at full brainpower. Thanks, Deepfrost. "Oh, that's true, I suppose. But wh... oh, the monsters." His voice grows a touch quieter with understanding, Fox's eyes creasing with his soft smile. "You know, it's nice to forget what we used to have to do each year to survive." The snow moss, the firelight, the locks.
And he absolutely can look at her lacy things, thank you very much; he just remembers all to well how they looked on the floor of the room she'd been staying in, or how they hugged her curves. Swallowing hard and approaching her with a nod, the hunter will be whatever Kiada needs, whether it's somewhere to balance, someone to hold the coat while she dresses, or someone to do the dressing.
It's her body that makes him blush, though, and it's guaranteed to do so when he's so close.
And he absolutely can look at her lacy things, thank you very much; he just remembers all to well how they looked on the floor of the room she'd been staying in, or how they hugged her curves. Swallowing hard and approaching her with a nod, the hunter will be whatever Kiada needs, whether it's somewhere to balance, someone to hold the coat while she dresses, or someone to do the dressing.
It's her body that makes him blush, though, and it's guaranteed to do so when he's so close.
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.
