“I used to play music,” Orpheus murmured, staring at the ground. “I was quite good at it, too. I… don’t play anymore.” That was a recent development, though he didn’t think to mention that. It would be easier to just say he didn’t play and leave it at that. Easier than pretending he was still whole. Easier than admitting that his life had been torn apart so recently, that music had filled his head ceaselessly until now… easier than telling Myrnin how much of himself he had lost. “Better?” Orpheus echoed, searching Myrnin’s gaze. “I don’t know if I know what ‘better’ is,” he admitted, shaking his head. “Better would be… better would be going back in time. Making it so things never happened.” That wasn’t possible, though, and he knew it. “Realistically… maybe something to eat.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 8, 2021 3:23:26 GMT -5
Well, something to eat was realistic enough. Myrnin was about to say that he could hunt something down, easily! Then his shoulders seemed to slump a bit more when he realized that wasn't true. He didn't have his vampiric strength and speed anymore. Everything felt like it was too slow, too stiff. His hearing and smell was fine. Various senses that were just better than a humans and perfect for a vampire. Which made it just a bit worse. He could smell food (humans just ... didn't smell the same anymore though) but he couldn't catch food. Damnit. He almost wanted to sit then and there. Place his head in his hands and try not to cry. Crying would just show the additional issues of the wrong colored tears. He shook it off. Quite literally. His whole body shook and he nodded his head furiously to shake the feeling away. "Uh, uh, alright," he said after a second. Then he spun away, off the path, at a fast clip into path less explored. He couldn't run down any animals, but damn it if he didn't know what plants to look for. He could do this. "You can come with me if you want!" he shouted over his shoulder. He meant to as well. Several birds flew away. Good. No creatures to distract him.
Orpheus didn’t know where Myrnin was going, at least not at first. He was a bit confused why he wasn’t heading towards the road, but it dawned on him a few moments later. A path that not many people had gone down – food. Myrnin was loud enough to scare off most of the animals, so Orpheus figured they weren’t hunting. That was alright with him. He had lived mostly vegetarian for a while. He was just… hungry. For the first time since he had lost Eurydice, he noted, and the knowledge just left him feeling more hollow. Even without her, the world kept on turning, life kept on going exactly as it had before. Except there was no music this time. “What are we looking for?” he called ahead, glancing at the plants growing along the path Myrnin had taken. He was still a good couple feet behind him, but he figured having a second pair of eyes might help, in case Myrnin missed anything. The only issue was, Orpheus didn’t exactly know what was edible and what wasn’t. He’d never really had to gather his own food, even in the spring, when everything was growing. He knew for the most part which plants to avoid. You couldn’t have an entire childhood so close to a wilderness without having that lesson imprinted in your mind. He just… didn’t know what was edible.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 15, 2021 6:36:12 GMT -5
"Fooooooood," Myrnin crooned without any other context than that. Orpheus was smart. He could work it out. The v- the huma - Myrnin walked forward, ducking a bit and looking under a bush here or there. Finally he seemed to find what he was looking for, a small ditch revealing a flowering plant. He waved at it and looked back at Orpheus. "Edible." Then he continued trudging, not sure if he was expecting Orpheus to follow. He found another, different sort of low hanging shrub as he walked a couple of yards away. He waved toward this one as well. "Edible." Then he turned very slowly, slogged through a barely visible stream, and nodded toward a plant growing by it. "Edible." Ankle deep in the stream now, he crossed his arms and looked back at Orpheus. "That good?" he asked. He was suddenly unaware of how much humans usually needed to eat ... seemed so much easier when your diet was completely liquid.
Orpheus glanced at the plant, nodding a little bit as Myrnin pointed it out. Edible. That was good enough for him. He grabbed a few stems of it, then followed Myrnin a little further. He grabbed some berries off the shrub, then a few stalks of the third plant. He didn’t know if that would be enough, and he didn’t know if he was going to like any of them, but food was better than no food. And it would have to hold him over until they reached another village. “I hope so,” Orpheus murmured, glancing dubiously at the plants he had gathered. He wasn't even paying attention to the fact his shins were now sopping wet. “Do you… did you want any?” He hesitated for a long moment before trying the plants he had gathered. The first was unpleasantly bitter, but the second and third was alright. He was fairly certain he had eaten the berries from the shrub before – they reminded him of childhood. Which was… well, depressing. He shook the thought away. “I don’t know if I gathered enough for two, but… well, I can always go back for more if you would like some.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 22, 2021 4:37:36 GMT -5
Myrnin shook his head slowly. "It's fine. I'm not hungry." It seemed so much work to pretend he was human. It just didn't seem like it was worth it to spend so much time and effort just so he didn't have to explain. Well, he didn't want to explain. He wanted to leave it be and hope that it wouldn't turn up. He waved toward what Orpheus had gathered. "I'll find something later if I get hungry." Hah. "You eat what you need to." He glanced back at the road they'd taken. That's where the actual progress was going to be made. That was where he actually had some chance to do something. It was at least a slim possibility that they might find something at the end of that road. Something of use to one or the other of them. "I'm heading back," he said. "Tell me if you want me to find anything else." He started walking back, just like he said he would.
“Oh,” Orpheus whispered, glancing at the plants he’d gathered. Myrnin seemed kind. He had taken his time to provide Orpheus with food (or at least point out how Orpheus could provide himself with food), when he didn’t want any himself. It felt selfish to Orpheus to just eat without giving any to Myrnin, but if he didn’t want any… “Alright,” he managed after a moment, “but if you get hungry… please tell me. I’d be happy to stop so we can find something for you.” He forced a smile, unaware that his commentary was probably only making things worse for his companion. Orpheus wasn’t sure if Myrnin going back was an invitation for him to join him, but he followed anyway, not wanting to lose the one person he’d managed to find. He didn’t want to think about what he had lost, but he found he didn’t want to be alone, either. He tried to ignore how wet the stream had made his legs as he hurried after, determined not to get left behind.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 24, 2021 3:30:50 GMT -5
Myrnin turned around, walking backwards, but gave Orpheus two thumbs up. Not that he was sure whether or not the gestures would work, but maybe whatever TARDIS translator was stuck in his head now did more than just languages. Whatever it was, that was fine. The grin - awkward though it may have been - would probably cover it. "I'm all good," he assured. He was. He ... he was. He just nodded several time, then turned around. It was only then that he let his expression fall. It wasn't like he'd ever cared one way or the other about human food. But he'd liked being a vampire. It had been ... it had been good. That's what had felt right. He wasn't sure what this felt like. He dropped this new, gloomier expression as well and looked over his shoulder with what he hoped was neutrality. "Ready?" They'd made it to the road again. Myrnin started walking.
Though Orpheus had never seen the thumbs up symbol before, the enthusiasm in the gesture gave him enough indication as to what it meant. He didn’t question it, at the very least. The smile, too, helped convey the meaning, and Orpheus nodded. He wasn’t sure he quite believed Myrnin – his tone seemed to shake a little bit, in such a way that Orpheus might not have noticed if it weren’t the exact same way his did when he tried to reassure the people around him that he was fine, really. Something terrible had happened to Myrnin, Orpheus could tell. He had lost someone, or… or something. Something important. Orpheus wasn’t one to push. If he asked about Myrnin’s pain, it opened the doors to Myrnin asking about his own, which Orpheus wasn’t sure he’d be able to talk about. Maybe… maybe one day, if they stayed together that long. Orpheus had no idea if this was meant to be a permanent arrangement, or even a semi-permanent one. Part of him hoped it would be. He needed a friend. “Ready,” he echoed, following Myrnin on the road. The plants had been filling enough to keep him on his feet, at least. At first they passed very few people, but as the road branched once or twice, more people came into view, most heading the other way, but some on horseback treading the same path as Orpheus and Myrnin. “We must be close to somewhere,” he observed, though it was probably unhelpful. Myrnin was smart enough to make that observation himself.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 25, 2021 18:14:10 GMT -5
To Myrnin, it reminded him that other people existed. That's what really surprised him, if he was to tell the truth. The fact was ... he hadn't been prepared to face civilization yet. It just seemed too soon. Too much like he was facing the fact that he was in another time and place, while when he was just with Orpheus he could pretend. But he tried not to let that sentiment show. "Wonder where," he speculated. People though. He found it odd to be watching people. Sure enough though, he started to see houses pop up. On hillsides mostly, with the signs of people giving the grounds and road more attention also becoming more evident. He looked back at Orpheus. "Have you traveled much? Do you know where we are?"
Orpheus glanced over at Myrnin, shrugging a little bit. He hadn’t seen much of civilization in the past week or so… it felt like it had been much longer. Were they enjoying their spring, now that it had finally returned? Did they know the price Orpheus had paid to bring it to him? He swallowed the hint of bitterness he felt. The loss he had suffered was nobody’s fault but his own. The people around him deserved to enjoy spring – bringing it back was all he had intended to do. “I used to travel, when I was small,” he replied, shrugging. “Wherever Mr. Hermes needed to go.” He just assumed that Myrnin would know who Hermes was. “I… was never very good at telling the cities apart, though. The people… well, in essence, the people were all the same. I sailed to Colchis, once. But that’s… well, that’s very far away from here.” He frowned, falling silent again. The easiest way to figure out where they were would be to ask someone, but Orpheus found that task more difficult than he cared to admit. Talking to Myrnin was hard enough, and Myrnin was preoccupied with his own melancholy. How hard might it be to talk to someone who might notice the sadness weighing down everything Orpheus was?
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 3, 2021 20:43:09 GMT -5
"The god of travelers?" Myrnin asked softly. He wondered if it was a saying that he didn't completely understand. He found himself looking at the horizon. Traveling was something he'd done so much of as of late. "Traveling is hard when you end up somewhere you recognize," he mumbled. "You don't come back the same person. For good or ill." He hadn't been here before. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it wasn't. He wanted so much to see familiar faces, but none would be here. He glanced at Orpheus then, remembering he was there. He thought he could tell what Orpheus was thinking. About the fact that they would have to ask if they wanted to know where they were. "Doesn't matter," Myrnin said with a shake of his head. "We're lost. But you're here and I'm here, so we don't exactly need directions." With that in mind, he pointed in a direction away from the main road. Little side dirt road. "Go that way?" he asked. It seemed more ... quiet. And everything felt too loud right now.
“Yes, Hermes,” Orpheus answered simply, brow creasing into something like a frown. He wasn’t sure if he had expected Myrnin to know who that was or not. He seemed confused, at the very least, that Orpheus had travelled with him. “He… sort of took me in, when I was little.” There was more to the story, but Orpheus was far from convinced that Myrnin would want to hear it. They had both made an effort not to talk about their pasts, and Orpheus didn’t know if it was crossing the line to explain how his father had died and how his mother had left soon after. No… it was probably just easier to leave it at the fact that Hermes had taken care of him. Myrnin was wise, it seemed, at least about the effects of travelling. Would Orpheus ever be able to go back to Thrace? If he did, he’d be a different person entirely. Perhaps it was better to just… stay away, for now. “Maybe lost isn’t a bad thing,” he added after a long moment, lifting his gaze to meet Myrnin’s. “Maybe it just means… we get to discover where we go. Travelling without a destination…” he hesitated, unsure how to finish his thought. “I guess,” he continued after a long moment, “It means we get to take from this journey whatever we choose to.” Orpheus followed Myrnin’s gaze to the side road, then nodded. It still felt better to avoid people. Even if Orpheus had no concrete reason to do so.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 8, 2021 1:38:49 GMT -5
That felt very odd to Myrnin. The idea that Orpheus knew a god. But he hardly felt like questioning it now. Not really. He remembered asking the Master about the name he'd used when he was younger - how it was that of a god's. The Master had just sort of smirked. It made Myrnin feel a bit helpless. Wondering if this god that Orpheus knew was actually just a Time Lord or some other explanation that he didn't understand. If vampires existed in the world, why not gods? He really didn't have a right to exclude any thought on the matter. "Ah," he said. It was an open-ended 'ah.' He would have liked to know more, but he just couldn't work up the energy. He did smile wanly at Orpheus' statement, however, about traveling. "Those who wonder are not lost," he mumbled the quote. "Unless they are." He walked down the less traveled road. He stretched a bit. His body still felt alien. Like he didn't completely fit it. He wondered if he'd grow into it or if he'd always feel like that. Everything was still ... very hard. Acting normal was exhausting. "Where should we go?" he asked Orpheus. He didn't know anything about this place at all.
Orpheus had spent a good portion of his life only associating with people who knew gods. Even casual people who just so happened to frequent Persephone’s favorite restaurant. The gods just… existed in the world, interacting with normal people, finding their way among them. They were all navigating the exact same world, it was just that the gods were a little bit more powerful than everyone else. He didn’t know that vampires existed. He had seen monsters, but vampires weren’t exactly monsters. They were just different versions of people. Like gods. They just weren’t part of the world he knew. He tiled his head just a little bit, unfamiliar with the quote Myrnin had remembered. It didn’t exist yet. It was a sentiment he appreciated, though. “Are we lost?” He asked after a moment, his voice very quiet. “We’re near a town, we’ll be able to find out where we are…” he knew ‘lost’ didn’t necessarily mean physically lost. He knew mentally he was lost, though he didn’t admit it to Myrnin. “Maybe… we just keep walking. See where this road leads us.” He looked ahead – he couldn’t see where it was leading, but it seemed to draw near to the town. A secret, silent path. One that very few had tread. “Maybe it leads somewhere worth going.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 10, 2021 3:49:17 GMT -5
"I'm lost," Myrnin murmured under his breath. But he found himself hurrying down the path they were currently trekking at a slightly quicker speed than before. Not that this did anything, since to Myrnin it wasn't quick enough. Not nearly quickly and smoothly enough. But eventually, he slowed down a bit, looking back at Orpheus. How could he even talk or walk if he didn't know where to go? At least there was still the town. It was still visible and this path was still taking them there. It just seemed more round about. He turned and started walking backwards, watching Orpheus as he did. Then, just as easily, Myrnin almost tripped. He felt so clumsy in this body. Shaking his head just a little, he said to Orpheus, "Name your favorite thing to do when nothing else is happening!" It seemed like the best way to start a conversation. Ask a random question.
Orpheus didn’t hear Myrnin’s comment. If he had… well, then he would have to admit that he was pretty lost, too. He could pretend he wasn’t, he could pretend that every waking moment wasn’t spent yearning to be back by Eurydice’s side, to have one more chance to save her… but he’d be lying to himself, and he didn’t want to do that. He noticed the way Myrnin almost tripped, but he was too slow to help him. He was grateful when Myrnin regained his balance just moments later. It was probably best they both stay on their feet. “Oh…” Orpheus’ brow creased a little bit as he considered the question. He would have had an answer once, but… he didn’t know now. He didn’t know what he did when the music had left his head, when there were no melodies trying to eke their way into his consciousness. “I… I used to write songs.” That was the best he could do until he figured out something else to fill the time. “What about you?”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 14, 2021 23:57:58 GMT -5
Myrnin found himself looking over Orpheus' face. Studying the lines of his eyes. He'd lost someone. Myrnin knew the signs. And there wasn't anything he could do about them, but he saw them. He saw them and he understood what they meant. So he found his eyes trailing toward the ground. He didn't know how to bring Orpheus what he was missing. And he didn't know what to say when they were speaking of the past. Sadly, his own response was almost as distant. Not as distant as losing a loved one. But like he'd lost his muse. "Learning things," he said. He found himself slowing down until he could reach out and take Orpheus' hand. Then pulled them both forward. "I want to find something," he said quietly. And he hoped Orpheus wouldn't resist to being pulled along.
Orpheus managed a small smile as he heard Myrnin’s answer. Learning things. When was the last time he had learned something new? Well… not even ten minutes ago, he supposed, when Myrnin had showed him which plants were edible. He hadn’t known that before. “That’s a good use of time,” he murmured in response, following Myrnin without giving much thought to where they were going. They’d reach a destination at some point – all roads led somewhere, even if you didn’t know where. He noticed Myrnin’s slowing, but he didn’t have a concept of why until he felt Myrnin’s hand wrapping around his. He glanced down sharply, a little bit surprised, but he didn’t move to pull away. He could follow someone else. It would probably be a lot more effective than having others follow him… “Alright,” Orpheus murmured, his curiosity piqued in spite of himself. He didn’t ask what Myrnin was looking for – if he had wanted to share, he would have. And… well, surprises could be enjoyable, at times. It was nice to see Myrnin brightening up about something, though, even if it was something little.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 20, 2021 15:28:40 GMT -5
Myrnin was glad that Orpheus seemed to trust him well enough with leading the way. He wasn't completely sure where he was going. He was following his nose and ears. He had only wanted to have something to ... show Orpheus. Something to direct both of them. He could follow his nose and ears and he was certain he'd get their eventually. He had to. As he got a bit further away from the path they had been traveling, winding his way between buildings until the sound got louder. The smell too, but that was second to the fact that he was headed toward music. He looked back in the direction of Orpheus. "Here," he said. Then he rounded a corner. He'd been following the scent of the river, which was indeed there, just past the stalls, music, and slightly larger crowd of people. He wasn't sure if anything here would be of interest to Orpheus ... or to him. But he was willing to try.
It took Orpheus a lot longer to hear the music. Part of it was a lack of powerful senses, but the rest of it was simply that he wasn’t listening for music. He had tried to stop thinking about it, tried to tell himself that he wasn’t going to play again, but he knew that wasn’t realistic. His head was empty, no melodies playing absentmindedly as he walked. He’d been dried up – the sight of flowers no longer wove itself into poetry, the feeling of a crisp breeze didn’t make his fingers start to tap out a rhythm. But the songs he knew – the ones he had written and treasured before – they still existed in his mind. Even if he couldn’t make any new music, he knew he’d never be able to give it up entirely. When he heard it, though, he stiffened, eyes widening as the sound filled him, flooded him, pulled him forward as though he had no say in the matter. There were people – far more people than Orpheus had been ready for, but technically not a large crowd. “It’s nice,” he whispered to Myrnin, forcing a smile as he looked up to meet his companion’s eyes. “It’s really nice,” he added, forcing a bit more excitement into his words. He meant them. He wanted Myrnin to know he meant them.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Feb 26, 2021 3:20:43 GMT -5
Myrnin knew he didn’t mean it. But that was okay. He was trying. Even a forced smile brought a little happiness. And it helped him. Just a little. Not enough that he would have admitted to. But even still. It was something. He still had Orpheus’ hand. He looked down at it. He didn’t feel like letting it go. He needed a bit to steady himself and he felt like Orpheus needed it too. But maybe the music wasn’t exactly what they needed. Myrnin tugged at the hand again. He led Orpheus around the edge of the crowd. The crowd paid them no mind, which Myrnin liked just fine. He didn’t want the extra attention. It was easier to be a ghost with other ghosts then pretend that he existed in a world where bad things happened. But he pulled Orpheus along, directing him a bit further away from the crowd. Until they were by the river that cut through the town. It wasn’t the prettiest. It wasn’t the most attention grabbing. Frankly, it was hardly even distracting. But it was something. “Where should we go?” he asked Orpheus. And he looked around. He wondered if Orpheus had any money. It didn’t seem likely. It didn’t seem likely that there were many places that they could go before things started to look a bit more lost. “Is this good?” he finally asked no one in particular. Again, he found himself still gripping Orpheus’ hand. Unless Orpheus pulled away, Myrnin couldn’t find a reason to let go.
There was something comforting about holding another person’s hand. Perhaps it was just the reminder that Orpheus wasn’t alone, that he didn’t have to think about being alone again, as long as Myrnin was there. As long as it was his hand in Myrnin’s, they couldn’t be lost. You couldn’t be lost with two people. Well… you could, but at least there was someone else there to bounce ideas off of until you found where you needed to go. Maybe it was easier to be physically lost with two people than it was to be mentally lost with two people. He wasn’t sure where they were going, but getting away from the crowd seemed like a good idea to him. It was alright to have a reminder of people, but he had a feeling they both needed to be alone for just a bit longer before they were really ready to rejoin society. He breathed out, letting Myrnin guide the way. By the time they reached the river, Orpheus could still hear the music if he strained his ears a little. It was still comforting, still… nice. He was still drawn to music, no matter how hard he pretended he didn’t need it in his life anymore. It was like oxygen – he couldn’t go terribly long without it. “Maybe… we should stay here for a bit,” he murmured, slipping off his shoes and stepping into the river. It was nice. The water was cold, and the feeling of smooth pebbles beneath his feet was comforting. “I mean… if you don’t mind staying here. Not… not for long, but…” he trailed off, lips pressing together into an awkward smile.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 5, 2021 3:50:21 GMT -5
Stay here? Myrnin looked up at the sky. It was a hard thought to keep in his head, at least for the moment. It felt like a little bit was still a very long time. It had already felt like a long time. But he looked back at Orpheus and then leaned down and took off his own shoes. They were very different from the sort that Orpheus wore. He was very different from Orpheus. In so many ways. “Maybe,” he said. He stuck one of his feet into the water. Then hurriedly pulled it away. Feeling cold ... It was so unusual. He looked like a scared deer for a second, looking at Orpheus with wide and glassy eyes. Then the expression faded and he let his foot sink back again. “Do you like the water?” he asked. As if it was possible to have a different meaning to his question, there was a tone to it that was hard to place. He watched Orpheus with curious eyes. Had to really. It was either take curiosity in his companion or fall back into thinking about himself. And that was painful. That thought was very painful.
Orpheus didn’t know whether or not he wanted to stay, only that the sun was warm and the water was nice and he wanted nothing more than to just… let himself live in this moment instead of having to remember the way he failed, remember the expression on Eurydice’s face as he failed her… he shook the thought away, closing his eyes and letting himself just… exist. And feel the water against his feet, feel the breeze blowing his hair back. “We don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” he murmured, hugging his arms to his chest. He frowned a little bit, trying to figure out if there was something dangerous about the water or if Myrnin just didn’t like how cold it was. He didn’t mind the cold, but maybe that was because he was used to dipping his toes in the cold water of the ocean close to home. This wasn’t home. He wasn’t sure if anywhere would ever be home again. “Yes,” he murmured, not entirely sure what else Myrnin might be getting at. “You don’t?” he guessed softly, looking up to search Myrnin’s gaze. “I used to go swimming a lot,” he said, finding it easier to talk about nothing than to drown in his own thoughts. “I grew up near the ocean.” Had he already mentioned that to Myrnin? He breathed out, letting his arms fall back down to his side. He really needed to get out of his head.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 8, 2021 1:57:10 GMT -5
The ocean. Myrnin looked out across at the river water, remembering a grey sea instead. Finally, he admitted, "I did too. But that was a very long time ago. I used to live somewhere hot instead. Away from the sea for a long time." He looked down. The Draug existed in this time. Were hunting vampires. There just weren't a lot of vampires to hunt. It had been safe - sometimes - to swim. Now they wouldn't be able to find him. "I haven't been to water in a very long time. Even a river." He blinked several times, blinking away the thoughts along with it.
“Hot,” Orpheus echoed, trying to picture it. The hottest place he had ever been was Hadestown. With its oppressive, fake heat. Heat that was trying to imitate summer but failing, because Orpheus doubt4ed Hades had actually felt the sun in a very, very long time. Had it been warm the day Hades had taken Eurydice? Orpheus couldn’t remember. He hadn’t gone outside. He hadn’t helped. She’d been taken by the wind, by the world that Orpheus had promised to change. By the very thing Orpheus had promised wouldn’t hurt her. He was a liar. Or a fool. Maybe both. “I always thought rivers were nice,” he said numbly, not quite able to shake the thought away. They were a sorry pair, the two of them. Both grieving something, both too uncertain to ask the other what it was. Both desperately avoiding sharing their story with a stranger, like keeping it to oneself would mean it’s not true. Not really. Orpheus decided to let himself believe that lie for just a little bit longer. What harm could it do?
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 11, 2021 1:56:08 GMT -5
From is place just at the edge of the water, Myrnin watched Orpheus. He could hear his heartbeat - there were only things vampire-ish that he was still capable of. At least the Master had fixed some of that. But from that perspective, he could tell that Orpheus was really struggling. Which was really sad. Just ... generally speaking. Myrnin was sad too. He wasn't sure what else to do, but he felt Orpheus needed to know that even though Myrnin wasn't much, he wasn't alone. So he slowly splashed over, feet at the edge of the river. When he got to Orpheus, he gently wrapped his arms around Orpheus in a hug. It was the best he had, the best he could do. But it was something he was able to do. Admittedly, that might make the fact he wasn't ... human ... slightly more obvious if Orpheus was paying attention. It wasn't like he still had the same sort of blood-flow circulation. He was still vampiric pale. This body didn't much need the blood either, from what Myrnin gathered. Also breathing and heartbeat were still optional as well. He did both for now, even though it made him feel just a fraction worse. It seemed like Orpheus needed someone ... alive ... right now.
Orpheus hadn’t expected to be hugged. He didn’t protest – how could he protest, when he desperately needed the feeling of another body against his. He felt Myrnin’s heartbeat, letting himself relax against his new companion. The last person he hugged… had been Eurydice. And she was dead now. If he had known Myrnin wasn’t alive in the traditional sense, he probably wouldn’t have said anything. The gods weren’t alive in the traditional sense either, and yet a hug from Hermes was just as valuable as a hug from anyone else. More valuable actually, because he knew for a fact that Hermes cared about him, which couldn’t always be guaranteed for strangers. Somehow, though, he had a feeling Myrnin cared, if only because he cared about Myrnin. They hadn’t said anything to each other but looking at Myrnin’s expression felt almost like looking at a reflection of himself. They were both struggling with something, but by travelling together, they told the world that they didn’t have to face it alone. Even if neither of them wanted to talk about what was troubling them. He finally wrapped his arms around Myrnin in return, squeezing him just a bit tighter. He didn’t want to let go. Finding that touch, however unfamiliar it was, made him want to curl in tighter and let himself cry. He felt the tears building, and though he tried to push them back, at least one stubborn drop traced its way down his cheek. Thankfully, he doubted Myrnin could see. And even if he could… Orpheus hoped he wouldn’t mind.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 14, 2021 16:31:56 GMT -5
Myrnin couldn’t see. But he still knew. He didn’t cry though. Even though his eyes stung a bit and he might want to. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he thought if he did he might not stop. And they’d be deceptively … human tears. He didn’t want to have to deal with that. So he just hugged Orpheus and hoped that it offered some comfort. And maybe it offered a bit to himself as well. Being this close to another being was … hard in its own right, but there was also things about it which was a relief. It was a relief to be able to feel something. Anything. And it was a relief that he had the ability to stick close to someone who was as lost as he was. It was focusing on that loss that was a struggle. He had to keep himself grounded. He had to hope that Orpheus would help him do that. And he had to help Orpheus too. Slipping out into the unknown felt scary. A crawl of a memory started to slip back into his head. That Orpheus’ name sounded familiar. “Do you know how to fish?” he asked softly. He didn’t want to interrupt, but at the same time staying like this wasn’t practical. And keeping them both moving seemed like a good idea. Keep moving. Maybe find a way to live through that. And as Myrnin backed up and flicked water up at Orpheus using his cupped hands, he figured that at least the little game would hide the tears.
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