[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 smiles and runs his nose through Steve's hair. "I'd like to be here for that."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You're so good at making me feel better."

[golden_lyre]

"I'm glad, lovely," he murmurs, squeezing Steve a little.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his hand and lays his head on Orpheus's chest again.


He's fine until they get to the part where Balin relates the battle of the dwarves and orcs before the doors of Erebor, and then he whispers, "This is where I had to leave before."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus holds him a little tighter, laying his cheek against Steve's hair and humming quietly again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve breathes slowly, his hand wrapped around Orpheus's arm. He hides his face in Orpheus's chest during the goriest parts.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums all the way through it, rocking Steve slightly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He exhales slowly when the scene is over. "Thanks. Now I can enjoy the rest."

Until there's more fighting, anyway.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles faintly. "Of course," he murmurs. "I'm here if you need me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes Orpheus's arm.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses his hair, giving him a squeeze.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

As they get further into the movie, Steve is able to relax enough to even eat some popcorn.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus occasionally strokes his fingers over Steve's chest but mostly focuses on the film.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

...and then there's battle scenes again.

With fire.


"Oh god," Steve mutters and hides his face in Orpheus's chest again.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts to curl himself around Steve, arms wrapped tightly around his chest. He strokes a hand over Steve's back and hums a low, soothing tune.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I know how this goes and I still can't watch."

[golden_lyre]

"It's all right," Orpheus murmurs, nuzzling his hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve is quiet a moment or two, his eyes squeezed shut, and then says, "Sometimes I hold my shield like a security blanket. You're much more comfortable."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles softly. "I'm glad to hear that, lovely."


[Not feeling well. Going to lay down for a bit.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve takes a deep breath, and then opens his eyes, determined to watch the finale.


[ooc: Feel better!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps his arms around Steve, cheek pressed to his hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, the eagles," Steve murmurs when they swoop in to the rescue. "They're beautiful. Look at that."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and kisses his temple. "One of your favorite parts?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, yes. I used to draw this scene over and over."

[golden_lyre]

"Does it live up to your imagination?" Orpheus asks softly.