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]

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!]