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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wanted someplace warm, so Orpheus delivered Australia. Steve considered himself a fairly seasoned traveler, since he'd been to one end of the States to the other and seen as much of Europe as a man could in wartime--but Australia is like no place else. Ancient and mysterious while open and friendly, starkly beautiful in some places and overflowing with nature in others.

Best of all, there's no shortage of warmth.

Steve has acquired a decent tan on his pale Irish skin, a basic understanding of the Australian accent, and a reputation among other tourists of always winning the drinking contests.


[ooc: Adult content warning.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve carries the boards with ease.

"These are smaller than the ones I saw kids riding in California."

[golden_lyre]

"It's been a while since the ones you saw," Orpheus points out.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's not like they're phones with cameras in them," says Steve. "They're boards. How much of a difference could it make?"

[golden_lyre]

"Ask somebody who understands physics," Orpheus says with a laugh, taking his board when they reach the water.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm worried I'm going to break this thing." Steve examines his board.

[golden_lyre]

"It's sturdier than it looks," Orpheus assures him. "Just don't...punch it or anything."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Only if it punches me first." He flashes a smile at Orpheus.

...it's possible he's trying very, very hard to make up for falling apart on Orpheus after Bucky's death.

...very, very possible.


[ooc: Aaaaand "Surfer Girl" comes up on iTunes. Hiliarious.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus would tell him he has nothing to make up for.

"Even if it does, I wouldn't. We'll lose our deposit," Orpheus says with a chuckle.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Point taken.

"What do we do first?"

[golden_lyre]

"Well, first we teach you to balance," Orpheus says.


[ooc: In which I handwave a whole lot due to knowing nothing at all about surfing.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles to himself because, hello, but he nods and listens anyway.



[ooc: In which I am fine with that as I've only done bodysurfing, myself.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus has every confidence that Steve will do amazingly well. He walks Steve through the basics before swimming out with him to see how he does.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve swims out confidently, and watches the other surfers as they wait for a good wave.

It's not long before one comes along, and Steve stands up on his board.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gets up as well, impressed but not surprised by Steve's ability.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs with genuine delight as he catches the wave and it carries him along its crest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins as he watches Steve, and when they reach the shore, he asks, "Well?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's like--like--" He shakes his head, unable to find an apt comparison. "Like how I've always thought riding roller coasters would be.

"Let's find a big wave!"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs and moves to kiss Steve.

"Yeah, let's."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Well, he can wait a minute or two if there's kissin' to be had.

The waves roll gently beneath their boards as Steve holds Orpheus by the back of his neck and kisses him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles against his lips, resting a hand on Steve's chest.

After a moment, he says, "Waves are waiting, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes," Steve murmurs, "waves."

HE pulls back reluctantly.

[golden_lyre]

"After, we can go back to the hotel," he offers, giving Steve one last quick kiss.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It would probably be smart to sleep through the heat of the day," Steve says solemnly, and lies down to paddles to the next wave.

[golden_lyre]

"Who said anything about sleep?" Orpheus says, paddling out after him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs--but it doesn't distract him from getting ready for the next wave.