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]

"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."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus settles back against the headboard, his knees drawn up, coffee cup curled in his hands. "But she's not a goddess?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"She's a saint. She's Jesus's mother."

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, I know who she is. I just don't know what she is. 'Saint' is...I don't know. I've never understood that."

He'd even tried once!

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Saints are holy people. They intercede on behalf of the rest of us.

"For instance, when I applied to Cooper Union, I prayed to the patron saint of artists that I'd get in. Cooper Union only accepts five percent of the people who apply there, at least in the art school. Obviously I got in."

[golden_lyre]

"But they're not gods. They have a domain and they...I mean, what does it mean to be the patron saint of something?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Well," Steve says, frowning in thought, "it is kind of like being a god of something. When you need something specific, you go to that saint.

"Or, I was named for St. Stephen. I think because my mother hoped I'd be as strong as he was."

[golden_lyre]

"But you don't...worship them?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No. You ask them to appeal to God for you."

[golden_lyre]

"Why does it matter what they're patron of, then?"

Steve is not the first person to try to explain this to him. He still doesn't get it.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Because they have specialties, I suppose. I don't really know--it's just how it's done."