OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps his hand on Orpheus's back as they go upstairs -- to a new room, unused by either of them. He's quiet, too, his thoughts still on the Russian-speaking man downstairs.

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[golden_lyre]

"Go to sleep, my love," Orpheus whispers, tracing his nose along Steve's cheek.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Will you hold me and kiss me if I have bad dreams, honey?" Steve murmurs.

[golden_lyre]

"Of course." He kisses the corner of Steve's jaw.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Mm," Steve murmurs and kisses him back. He traces Orpheus's ear with his fingertips.

[golden_lyre]

"Everything's going to be fine, lovely," he whispers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I believe you," Steve says. HIs fingers comb lightly through Orpheus's hair.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums again, a low, comforting lullaby.


[ooc: Sleep well!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tucks his head against Orpheus's neck and sighs in contentment.

He's asleep in moments.


[ooc: And wrap there?]

[golden_lyre]

[ooc: Yep!]