Once Kiada is safely through the door, Fox follows her and closes it up to seal in the heat. His shoulders sag as it immediately goes to work on his stiff body, the hunter shrugging out of his coat, scarf and gloves, hanging them on a hook behind the front door. Beneath he wears a charcoal coloured sweater (and another layer under that, it's fucking freezing), ruffling his hands through his hair to get rid of any lingering snow.
"You're more than welcome. I know how rough my first Deepfrost was like this, and I had a roof over my head to begin with. Granted, remembering I needed to eat and stay warm was a learning curve." Ah, that terrible Ascended life. He's crossed to the woodburner by the time Kiada speaks again, grabbing a log or two from the basket and opening the door to plonk in more fuel.
"Hm? Oh... that's very kind of you to say. This place used to belong to my parents. Used to be a lot bigger too, but the farmhouse got caught by the sparkbird in the war."
"You're more than welcome. I know how rough my first Deepfrost was like this, and I had a roof over my head to begin with. Granted, remembering I needed to eat and stay warm was a learning curve." Ah, that terrible Ascended life. He's crossed to the woodburner by the time Kiada speaks again, grabbing a log or two from the basket and opening the door to plonk in more fuel.
"Hm? Oh... that's very kind of you to say. This place used to belong to my parents. Used to be a lot bigger too, but the farmhouse got caught by the sparkbird in the war."
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.
