Orpheus juggles the bottles and his key to get the door unlocked so Steve doesn't have to put down the pizzas, and he pulls out the little table to put the drinks on once they're inside.

"Something funny, huh?"

Something is Wrong.

It isn’t the thing in the woods, whatever that was.

It isn’t the look in Steve’s eyes when he can’t do anything to help his friend.

It isn’t even something as simple as the full moon.

It was the beautiful exquisite perfect young woman standing in front of him. The nymph with the lovely braids, flowing robes shimmering in ( Read more... )

Orpheus had dutifully eaten, if not as much as Steve wanted him to, at least enough to be able to say he was taking care of himself ( Read more... )

So as it turns out, recording an album and having it released is not the end of the process. There is far too much publicity involved for Orpheus’ liking ( Read more... )

The venue is pretty much perfect. The sun has been set long enough that the rooftop is just pleasantly cool with a lovely view of the city. A bar has been set up on the roof for anyone who doesn’t want to venture inside for a refill.

The inside is lovely as well, though, lit with blues and oranges. The bar is open and fully stocked, and waitstaff ( Read more... )

Orpheus' flat in Paris is above a little boulangerie in the Latin Quarter, not too terribly far from Notre Dame. It's...very small, and that isn't helped by the musical instruments and half-finished, scribbled sheet music that are littered around the place. Everything is clean, just cluttered. It's a bit stuffy as well, though Orpheus has all his ( Read more... )

Orpheus pauses outside his door and turns to smile at Steve.

"Well? You've got the key."

Orpheus fumbles with the key a little as he goes to unlock the door. He's rushing a little, not wanting Steve to lose that desperate aggression. As soon as he gets inside, he puts his guitar at a safe distance and turns back to Steve.

Orpheus is more than happy to get Steve up to his room with a minimum of fuss and a maximum of speed.

Though he rather thinks it will be a shame to get him out of that uniform.

It comes on like a wave ( Read more... )