OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps his arm around Orpheus until they're well into the apartment. "Keep me company in the kitchen?" he says, sliding his fingers just above the waistband of Orpheus's jeans.


[ooc: Adult shenanigans within.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nods. "I notice that, too."

[golden_lyre]

"You...notice me missing it?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No, I mean," Steve begins, then frowns a little and says, "Well, now that I think about it, yes. The city isn't the easiest place for you to be, really."

[golden_lyre]

"Not always, no," he agrees. "But neither is the country."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Where would you go, given the choice of anywhere?" He smiles. "The ocean?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus glances down at his plate and then up at Steve with a wry smile. "Home."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh," Steve says quietly and pours himself more wine.

[golden_lyre]

He shrugs, playing with his fork in his salad for a moment. "I need an audience for my music. And I...have a preference for being close to the earth. There aren't many places that have both."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Central Park?" Steve suggests.

[golden_lyre]

"One of my favorites," Orpheus confesses. "But very cultivated."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"And you're looking for something more wild. Hm."

[golden_lyre]

"Ideally. My father had gardens in the palace and around them and they were lovely, but we were never far from the wilderness."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"That sounds beautiful," Steve says, gazing at him. "I wish I could give you that again."

[golden_lyre]

"It's all right," he says, reaching across the table to touch Steve's hand. "I've grown accustomed to it."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I don't know if there's anyplace like that in DC. Maybe the National Mall is a good place to play, but it's certainly not wild in anyway."

[golden_lyre]

"I'll be all right there," he says, squeezing Steve's hand before pulling his back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I hope so," Steve murmurs.

[golden_lyre]

He nudges Steve's foot under the table. "You'll be there."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes." He gazes at Orpheus with a faint smile. "I'd make a home with you anywhere."



[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

"And I you," Orpheus says, smiling in return.


[ooc: Sleep well.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Slowly Steve exhales, and his shoulders relax a fraction.

He eats a few bites, and then says, "The last time I talked to Demeter, I asked her to find something that will help you feel more at home here."

[golden_lyre]

"And did she?" Orpheus asks, picking at his food more than eating it.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Not yet, but I haven't seen her for a while."

He glances at Orpheus's plate. "Is the experiment a failure?"

[golden_lyre]

"Hmm? No, it turned out very well," he says, smiling a bit and taking a bite. "I'm just not terribly hungry."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Okay."

He eats.

"I asked her because--I don't know, I keep thinking there's a prayer or a totem or something that'll make this place feel like home to you. I know you're happy with me but home is still Thrace for you, and--well."

He eats some more.