[Milliways]: New York, New York

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wasn't entirely sure the ring would work as a way for him to get to Steve's world, but he was going to give it a shot. If it didn't work, he'd explain it to Steve the next time they were both in the bar, and they could figure something else out.

His guitar slung across his back, Orpheus turns the ring on his finger and opens the door, pleased to find himself in Steve's apartment when he steps through.

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus closes his eyes, squeezing Steve's arms briefly.

"Would you rather I simply didn't come here?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No, no," Steve whispers. "I want you here, I want you with me, I want you so much I can't bear it."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods and shifts to curl his arms around Steve, hugging him tightly. "I want that too."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hugs him back, burying his face in Orpheus's neck.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus just holds him for a long while, unwilling to step away.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds him tight, and then finally kisses his cheek and steps back a little, still holding him. "C'mon. Let's go home."

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus says, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Take me home, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hand slides down Orpheus's arm to intertwine their fingers.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus glances down at their hands and gives a light squeeze.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles a little and squeezes back.

[golden_lyre]

"So," Orpheus says and clears his throat. "Dinner?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Definitely. What are you in the mood for, honey?"

[golden_lyre]

"Greek?" Orpheus suggests faintly. He wants something comforting.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I know a place," Steve says and turns a corner, putting the worst of the destruction behind them.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans against him as they walk. After a moment he begins to hum softly. It's tentative and a little worn out, but he puts as much hope as he can feel into it.

It's more than he would have thought, considering.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve puts an arm around him and kisses his hair.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets out another slow breath, relaxing against him.

"Beautiful."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve just smiles, not wanting to tease him.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls an arm around Steve's waist and kisses Steve's cheek.


[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve puts an arm around him and pulls him a little closer as they walk.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles, contented and relaxed. He hadn't realized just how much he was already looking forward to this being his home.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I hope you'll like this place," Steve says as he pushes open the door to a blue-and-white restaurant. "The owners is third-generation Greek."

The air smells of lamb and olive oil

[golden_lyre]

"I'm sure it's fantastic," Orpheus says as he steps inside. "It's New York."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins at that, his hand moving to the small of Orpheus's back again. "Do you want to stay or get take-out, like we were thinking?"

It's a nice interior, lots of murals of Athens on the walls and small tables scattered throughout.

[golden_lyre]

"Let's get takeout," Orpheus says, turning to him with a smile. "I just want to go home."