🫴 (hiiiiii LMAO)
Send 🫴 to place a hand beneath my muse's chin and tilt their head to look at yours.
Of course it would be the one person who would be permitted to enact such a frivolous gesture upon them. The one wyrm who held their affection in his cold, hesitant, and yet so gentle grasp.
To be caught offguard like this once more in this long, lonely time. It wasn't the first time Remus had elicited a tender and flustered reaction from Hestia. Was this what feeling like a shy school girl in love felt like?
Hestia reached up, slowly encasing Kyurem's hand in their own warm touch, their thumb gently rubbing one of his knuckles in circles, whilst Hestia shifts their head so their cheek lay gently against that palm of his.
My Dear, you mustn't send my heart in such a frenzied state, what would it make me look like?