OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve puts down his cup so he can hang his jacket, grab some towels and take off his damp clothes.

"Sorry about that, down by the lake," he says again. "I've spent enough time in the woods lately that they shouldn't seem strange to me."

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[golden_lyre]

"Good night, lovely," Orpheus murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his forehead and soon falls asleep.



At 3:33 a.m., he wakes up coughing.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus jerks awake when he does. "Wha?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve waves a hand at him, gasps, "It's nothing," and stumbles to the bathroom for some water.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sits up, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve comes back a few minutes later and climbs into bed again. "Sorry," he whispers and gives Orpheus a quick kiss on his cheek. "Must've gotten colder than I thought."

[golden_lyre]

"Sure?" Orpheus murmurs, curling around him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah. Go back to sleep." He kisses Orpheus good night.

It takes him a while to relax enough to go back to sleep again himself.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is out again almost immediately.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

When the sun rises, Steve is already awake, eyes open, arm around Orpheus. He watches the window, expression thoughtful.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wakes with the sun as always, stretching slowly and smiling at Steve. "Mornin'..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Mornin'." He ruffles his fingers through Orpheus's hair.

"This is going to sound like a stupid question, but do my lungs sound okay to you?"

[golden_lyre]

"Um..." Orpheus frowns, but he presses his ear to Steve's chest. "Breathe for me?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve breathes in and out slowly a few times.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lifts his head and moves to kiss him. "Sounds fine to me, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Thanks," Steve murmurs and kisses him in return. "I don't know what woke me up last night. I haven't been sick once since the experiment."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus frowns, settling against him. "Were you worried your asthma might be coming back?

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve sighs and nods. "Yeah."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses his cheek. "Are you still cold?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm not bad now," Steve murmurs as he burrows under the blankets, closer to Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

"Okay," Orpheus says, keeping him close.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I don't want to go running this morning, though."

[golden_lyre]

"Not feeling up to it?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's fingers clutch at Orpheus's side a moment. "Yeah. Must be it."

[golden_lyre]

"Maybe we should get you to the infirmary, lovely," Orpheus says, frowning at him.