thekidfrombrooklyn | Shadows and Light

"We--"

His breath is a mere susurrus, his voice a bare whisper.

"-- had him on the ropes, Steve. Had him on the --"

He slips from Steve's grasping fingers and sinks into the depths, the black water closing over him with only a ripple to mark his passing.

"No, no--"

He dives into the water, but there's nothing to see in its depths no matter how deep Steve swims--only a tightening grip on his lungs until it feels like His head is going to explode from lack of air.

He hauls himself to the surface, to the shore, and collapses on the mud.

He's so cold. He doesn't think he'll ever get warm.

Edited 2014-09-23 04:28 (UTC)

Orpheus tends to sleep fairly deeply, especially when Steve is home. He can't, though, ignore the noises coming from Steve or the way he seems to be shivering from cold, even though they both prefer to keep the apartment plenty warm.

He shifts in his sleep, still groggy when he touches Steve's shoulder carefully. "Steve? Lovely?"

Steve jerks and gasps, "Bucky?" as his eyes snap open.

He sees Orpheus and lays a hand heavily on his face. "Orpheus. Sorry. Sorry."

Orpheus keeps his hand on Steve's shoulder, fingers stroking gently. "Don't apologize," he murmurs, only half awake still. "What's wrong?"

"Cold," Steve mutters and burrows into him, wrapping himself up in Orpheus as if he wants to make himself smaller.

"Need another blanket?" Orpheus asks, even as he curls himself around Steve as much as he can, hands automatically stroking over Steve's back and arms.

Steve nods against his chest. "Yes, please."

Orpheus kisses his forehead, humming a quiet, soothing tune against his skin, before pulling away to find an extra blanket.

Steve hauls the bedding onto himself, still shaking, his teeth chattering.

Orpheus climbs back into bed, wrapping himself around Steve again. This time, when he presses his lips to Steve's forehead, the tune he hums is full of sunshine and the kind of warmth that seeps into your bones.

Steve draws a few shaking breaths as he clutches at Orpheus.

Gradually the shivering eases.

He whispers, "Bad night. Bad dreams."

Orpheus kisses his hair, hands stroking gently over Steve's skin. "Want to talk about it?"

Steve inhales, butting his head gently against Orpheus's chest.

"Bucky. Things that happened, things that didn't--he kept falling, disappearing--I have such vivid dreams about him and I wish--I wish they were better dreams."

"I wish they were too," Orpheus murmurs, fingers stroking over the back of Steve's neck. "Do you want me to sing you to sleep? I can...I can take away your dreams. At least for tonight."

[ooc: Bedtime.]

Edited 2014-09-24 05:36 (UTC)

"Yes," Steve whispers. "Yes, please. Sing to me, sweetheart."

[ooc: Good night!]

Orpheus presses another kiss to Steve's hair. "All right, my love," he whispers, letting his hand rub over Steve's back as he starts to sing, voice low and soothing.

Steve curls himself deeper into Orpheus, cheek pressed against Orpheus's chest.

His breathing evens out, but he won't deny the dampness on his face.

Orpheus kisses away the tears as he sings, a quiet lullaby, peaceful sleep, not a dream to be found.

"I'm so glad you're here," Steve murmurs. "Don't know what I'd do without you..."

He nuzzles Steve's hair. "You won't have to find out."

[ooc: Bedtime.]

Steve smiles faintly and places a kiss on Orpheus's chest.

[ooc: Good night!]

Orpheus lets his fingers card through Steve's hair and presses his lips to Steve's forehead, humming into his skin.

Steve breathes more slowly, his eyes closing as Orpheus's song fills his heart and soothes his soul.

Orpheus keeps up both the song and the gentle stroking through Steve's hair until he's certain Steve is asleep.

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