thekidfrombrooklyn: (blue shirt - shoulder)
Steven G. Rogers ([personal profile] thekidfrombrooklyn) wrote2013-04-06 07:28 pm
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OOM: Orpheus

The Bar, for reasons best known to herself, has given Steve a room that could be a renovated warehouse loft in New York. There's exposed brick and lots of bookcases--which Steve has begun to fill--and a shelf for his record player and vinyl albums. The tall arched windows open to a view that could be Manhattan at nighttime, if you didn't know you were at the end of the universe. The bedding and upholstery are faded, Cape Cod-type shades of cream and red and blue, as if someone left them out in the sun during a long, lazy summer.

Steve gets another key from the bar and stands in front of the door for a few moments, breathing deeply, before he lets himself in.


[ooc: Adult content warning.]
golden_lyre: (in bed)

[personal profile] golden_lyre 2013-04-09 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Orpheus climbs in with him, curling against Steve's side.
golden_lyre: (looking up)

[personal profile] golden_lyre 2013-04-09 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Orpheus chuckles softly. "Yeah, it was."
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[personal profile] golden_lyre 2013-04-09 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Orpheus lets out a slow breath.

"I...I do, yes."


[ooc: Bedtime.]
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[personal profile] golden_lyre 2013-04-10 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ooc: Looks good to me.]