[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.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"This is another one of those 'someday' things," Steve says. "Someday is going to be a really big day for us."

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, it is," Orpheus says quietly, touching Steve's cheek.

Then he pulls back a bit and says, "But today, Nike and chocolate," and pulls Steve out of the gallery.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Chocolat, si'l vous plait," Steve says, practicing.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs. "Oh, they'll love you," he says, leading Steve down to a landing with a much smaller crowd than there was for the painting.

His expression changes into one of subdued reverence when the statue comes into view.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve stares up at the statue respectfully.

He murmurs to Orpheus, "Family?"

[golden_lyre]

"Nike," Orpheus says. "Goddess of victory."

He touches his forehead in a sign of respect.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Family," Steve murmurs in confirmation.

"She's beautiful."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles at him a bit.

"It's from my home, from Thrace."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nods, looking at him. His fingers twitch a little, wanting a pencil.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans in and kisses him briefly.

"One more," he says quietly. "Before the chocolate."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Lead on."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gives the statue a respectful nod before pulling Steve along with him up to a room with another statue in the corner.

"Also family," he says.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh," says Steve softly and goes as close to it as he can. "Oh, that's beautiful." He leans close in fascination.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus goes with him, hand on the small of his back.

"Next time we'll bring your sketchbook," he says.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Next time," Steve murmurs.

He smiles at Orpheus wryly. "I wasn't even sure we'd get out of bed this trip."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs. "We can have sex in Milliways anytime, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"And we usually do."

[golden_lyre]

"So this should be different," Orpheus says.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"So we're not having sex again?" says Steve, all innocence.

[golden_lyre]

"Hush," Orpheus says. "Not in front of Eros."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes, dear," Steve murmurs and kisses the back of Orpheus's hand.


[ooc: Time for sleeps omg it's so late.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus brushes his thumb over Steve's cheek, smiling.


[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve watches him, that tender look back in his eyes.

"Just to warn you in advance, if you bring me back here, I'll need a week just for this museum."

[golden_lyre]

"I can drop you off when it opens and pick you up at close," Orpheus offers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"That sounds like perfect."

He holds Orpheus's hand a little tighter. "Ready for chocolate?"