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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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[golden_lyre]

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

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins and starts to paddle inland.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus paddles after him, pulling his board out of the water as they get out.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shoulders his, as easily as if it's a two-by-four.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hangs back a little to enjoy the view presented.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks back to see what's keeping Orpheus, and smiles when he sees Orpheus watching.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins at him, unabashed.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins too and gives back his board as quickly as possible.


[ooc: Bedtime. COld medicine is kicking in.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gets his returned quickly to, taking Steve's hand as they leave the hut.


[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve runs his thumb over Orpheus's knuckles as they walk back to gather their towels and clothes.

"It's a lot of fun, surfing," he muses. "Bit solitary, though."



[ooc: I'm thinking this place from them. What do you think?]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles at that. "Were you lonely, lovey? You should have said."


[ooc: Looks good! Orpheus would probably go for the terrace option. :)]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No, not lonely." He picks up his towel to give it a shake. "I always knew you were right there.

"But I can see how eas it would be, to be alone with your thoughts out there."

[ooc: My thoughts exactly.]

[golden_lyre]

"It's good for that, yeah," Orpheus says, picking up their bag to pack up their belongings.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls on the shirt he wore for the walk from the hotel--while people all around are in a state of near-nudity, he can't bring himself to be that casual--and says, "I like it a lot. I may have to look into that more when the war's over."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus just tosses his own shirt over his shoulder and reaches for Steve's hand. "There are a lot of places you can do it. Anywhere that gets waves, really."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I hope I'll get back to California, at least, and try it there."

He lets their fingers weave together.

[golden_lyre]

"I think California would be good for you," Orpheus muses.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"There's not much left in New York for me now," Steve says softly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus squeezes his hand. He understands that all too well.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve is quiet for a while.

"Thanks for this."

[golden_lyre]

"For taking you somewhere we can spend all our time half-naked in the sunshine? You don't need to thank me
for that, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"For taking me away so I can ... cope with things." He smiles at Orpheus. "While being half-naked in the sunshine."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shrugs, smiling faintly. "Of course," he says, quiet and sincere.

Of course he would do whatever Steve needed from him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hugs him around the shoulders.

[golden_lyre]

"Come on, lovely," Orpheus says. "Let's go back."