you rarely got to see much of Orpheus, especially since he preferred survivor.

but while in passing, you let one of your hands find his, enjoying his hunter form and brushing your fingertips against the skin of his forearm.

what you don’t expect is the startled warble that leaves him. like a bird cooing, looking at you through the mask’s beady eyes.

feathers rise. shaking a little as he seems downright excited to be receiving your touch.