haunted

Incubus lowered his head slightly when he noticed the flinch. He hadn’t intended on startling the babe as he didn’t make it a habit to terrorize pregnant woman. But he didn’t bother apologizing seeing as she had invited him to help. Inc wasn’t the sort to titter tatter about with some lady making bits and bobs but there was motivation behind this. He wasn’t a religious man at all but there was a smidge of superstition lingering behind those mismatch eyes. What if those familiars decided to do something to those that didn’t offer something for their feast? Incubus surely wasn’t keen to be on the bad side of the tiny devils. Especially if they were capable of altering the climate of entire territories.

As the fae invited him in the Klein made himself comfortable. There was a certain shamelessness to him. The male sat a polite distance away, well as polite as one could get in a small den, and began sorting through the various baubles. Skulls, bones, and flora. A tiny grin stained his lips as he selected some of macabre trinkets to adorn whatever it was she was making. Whatever that was, he liked it. The male then turned his attention to her braided vines and lifted a brow, “Could you lend your talents? I can do the rest but I am not so agile with my paws to braid.” The male began to put various skulls and dried flowers in mock positioning. Changing things here and there until it was just right and ready to put together once he had some help. “My name is Incubus Klein, by the way. It seems the excitement of a potential of a crafting party swept my manners away.”