😘 let's say both~
😘~to kiss my muse: Accepting
☬~Reyven had never seen the woman before, tall, covered in green and white robes said attire reminded her somewhat of the garbs worn by the higher ups of the church, if different in plenty of ways. Truly she was a sight to behold though, elegant in her own way, with an aura of gentleness and comfort hanging around her even in the way she walked.
As it was, when she got close, closer than the Hunter would have thought and leaned in, Reyven’s cheeks began to burn and she opened her mouth to say something when suddenly the woman’s soft lips met her own. Her eyes widened in surprise, but her lips were warm, comforting and it almost drew her in before the sudden contact was withdrawn. She was left with a hotness upon her breath and her cheeks were deep red splotches by now, her gaze immediately drifting down timidly, not even knowing what to say as she tried to just wrap her head around the situation.
∱~The sound of padded feet caused a curious brow to raise behind the multi-eyed skull mask Arthur wore, turning to see a woman about as tall as he dressed curiously from head to toe in a green and white robe and hood. His first thought was that she was of the Healing Church but he’d never heard of a green garb before and there was a different air about this one. She certainly carried the regal air of someone worthy of respect and attention but he’d never seen or heard of her before.
As she got closer he noticed something curious, she had burns on the right side of her face, barely visible beyond her shawl, but to someone such as he, they were unmistakable. Before he could ask what she might have wanted, after all she was getting strangely close for what anyone else in this city might have considered comfortable, she was moving the wide brim of his hat out of the way and reaching for his mask. His eyes widened in surprise at the sudden closeness and before he realized what she was doing and could snap his hand up to catch her own, she had lifted his mask just enough to press her lips to his.
They were soft, unnaturally warm, but comforting in the same way. He blinked, but couldn’t help a smirk after a moment, suddenly reaching and arm around her and dipping her low to the ground dramatically, returning the kiss as he gazed past her shawl to study her face. The features of it were soft and graceful and his eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the hints of the burns once more, his own by now visible with how much she had moved his mask, though much more widespread than her own. With another flourish, he suddenly stood the two of them up, catching her from losing her balance as they broke their contact, making certain she wouldn’t wobble as he quickly shifted his mask back into place.
“Well, m’lady, you certainly know how to introduce yourself. Pardon my manners however, I figure if you’re going to commit to a kiss such as that one might as well go the extra mile~” He gave a low bow, one arm over his chest, the other extended to the side, “Arthur, at your service, madame~ Hopefully you don’t mind an explanation to such sudden…mmm…passion?”
