[Milliways]: An American in Paris

[golden_lyre]

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 windows open.

As they step into the living room, Orpheus turns to Steve with a smile. "Bienvenue à Paris," he says.

Comments

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"We were playing around and you got serious all of a sudden."

[golden_lyre]

"And serious is wrong, hm?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I don't know how to read it. It usually seems to me that you're thinking things you don't have the words for."

[golden_lyre]

"Sometimes I am."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"And you don't like that," Steve says softly, leaning their foreheads together.

[golden_lyre]

"Of course not," Orpheus says.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"So when you get quiet and serious, I think something's wrong and I want to make it better."

[golden_lyre]

"It doesn't always mean something's wrong, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"What does it mean this time?" He leans his head on his hand.

[golden_lyre]

"It means you said something that made me want to be serious."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve puzzles at him, then kisses him slowly.

"Why?"

[golden_lyre]

"I don't know why, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You have never stopped confusing me," says Steve but smiles anyway.

[golden_lyre]

"Someone's got to keep you on your toes."


[ooc: Heading back to school for a barbecue. Be back later.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve snorts with laughter.

[ooc: Kaykay. Have fun!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him lightly. "Ready to see Paris, lovely?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes! Shower first? We're both a mess."

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, probably a good idea."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him and hops out of bed. "Do you even have your own shower? Or is there a shared one for the entire floor?"

[golden_lyre]

"I do," Orpheus says, climbing out after him. "But the pressure's not great."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I don't mind."

[golden_lyre]

"Good. When we get to New York we'll have a fancy one, but this one's...mine, I guess."

He doesn't feel particularly tied to this place, but it is, for the moment, his home.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Future New York," Steve marvels. "Where's the bathroom?"

[golden_lyre]

"Just here," Orpheus says, leading him back to the narrow hallway and taking him through the only other door in the flat.

The bathroom is less cluttered than the rest of it, but it's a bit cramped. There's an old-fashioned, free-standing tub in the corner with a clear shower curtain around it.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"This looks like what I'm used to." He starts to fiddle with the taps.