OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve has had a busy day--busier than he anticipated, in fact, and he'd rather go back to base fresh than worn out.

And he has the key Orpheus gave him.

So it's one supersoldier, one sleepy shower and a solid eight hours later, who's asleep in Orpheus's bed.



[ooc: Adult content warning.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"That's because you're good at it."

[golden_lyre]

"I'm glad you think so."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You haven't steered me wrong yet."

[golden_lyre]

"That's because I have excellent taste."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"And if your excellent taste ever fails, I'll stop asking you to choose dinner.

"My only request is if it's ever Friday here? Fish."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus cocks his head. "Catholic, yes?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Exactly. That's why I wanted to light a candle in Notre Dame."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shrugs. "Lots of people do that. Even if they're not Catholic."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Really? Huh."

He eats some peaches as thoughtfully as one can eat peaches.

[golden_lyre]

"I think it's a touristy thing," Orpheus muses.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I suppose so. I did it because it's been a long time since I've been to mass."

[golden_lyre]

"But you're...devout?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I guess. Some things may just be habit."

[golden_lyre]

"Huh," says Orpheus, thoughtfully.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"What?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shrugs. "Just curious."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve crosses his knife and fork on his now-empty plate and puts the cover back on.

"I figure...the existence of other gods doesn't make my God any less real to me."

[golden_lyre]

"What is your god?" Orpheus asks, finishing his plate and putting it away as well.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"...the Christian one?"

That's a question he's never even considered before.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, what is he?"

He's always found it odd that people seem to have so many different answers to that.


[ooc: My dad is stopping by sometime soonish, so if I disappear, that's why. :)]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I don't know what you mean. He's God."


[ooc: Kaykay.]

[golden_lyre]

"What does that mean to you?" Orpheus presses.



[ooc: Aaaand, then it was a very quick stop. :)]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve swirls the coffee in his cup, thinking.

"Comfort," he says finally.

[golden_lyre]

"Huh," he says again.

Comfort is a word he'd associate with very few gods, and with those only very recently.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Though that would probably be more with Mary than with God Himself," Steve muses. "But they're kind of entangled for me."