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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 is undaunted!

Though as the wave grows he gives a worried glance at Orpheus and calls, "Maybe you sit this one out?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs, shaking his head. "I'll be fine."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Okay," Steve says and gets to his feet as the wave rolls under them.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sings it in perfectly for both of them.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps an eye on Orpheus even as the wave bears them inland.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus manages it perfectly well all the way in.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Which is good. Great, even.

Steve still keeps an eye on him as they surf.

[golden_lyre]

And Orpheus continues to do just fine. Even the once or twice that he wipes out, he comes up easily, grinning as he shakes the water out of his face.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

The second time that happens, Steve dives in after him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs as he surfaces, clinging to his board. "What's wrong, lovely?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hangs his arm over Orpheus's board. "I'm worried," he says simply. "I know I shouldn't be, but since when has that ever stopped me?"

[golden_lyre]

"Steve..." He shakes his head, laughing again.

"It's the ocean, lovely. It's practically my home. I'm fine."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I know," Steve says. "And you're immortal so you're not going to drown anyway.

"But I still worry. Please... just let me."

[ooc: Also, bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

"Fine, worry. But please don't come diving into the water after me every time."


[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Half the time?" Steve offers.

[golden_lyre]

"How about only if it looks like I'm not going to come up?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks fretful--by then, it might be too late--but nods. "Okay."


[ooc: I think DW isn't delivering comments :(.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus reaches across the board to touch Steve's cheek. "I'll be just fine, lovely. I've been doing this since before your great-great-great-great-great grandfather's great-great-great-great-great grandfather was born."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses Orpheus's hand to his mouth a moment, then swings back onto his own board.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly and pulls himself back up as well.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm going to draw this," Steve says after a few more waves have been conquored. "All these perfect blues."

[golden_lyre]

"You wanna do that now?" Orpheus asks, lazily dragging his foot in the water.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I think I do," Steve says. "Wanna come with me?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah," Orpheus says with a smile. "Let's take the boards back."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins and starts to paddle inland.