Orpheus breathed out, forcing himself to find a steady rhythm of breath, forcing himself not to think about everything that had gone wrong, forcing himself to live in the here and now, to hold Myrnin close because even though they were just strangers, Myrnin was the only person Orpheus had left. He held him for a good long time, noticing the tension his companion carried, wishing he could do something to ease his load, but they were both broken. Orpheus couldn’t take the weight off Myrnin’s shoulders, but maybe, just maybe, they could share each other’s loads. Maybe it would help, to take half of Myrnin’s pain and give half of his own in turn. Eventually, he let Myrnin pull back, then gave a small nod. “I don’t… really like fishing, but… yes, I know how to do it. I spent a lot of time on a boat, when I was younger. I had to help them fish…” he shook his head, trying to focus on Myrnin and only Myrnin. He was about to say something else when he felt water splash over his shirt, barely missing his face. He blinked in surprise for a few moments, then looked up at Myrnin, connecting the dots. A slow smile spread across his face as he reached into the water and sent a splash Myrnin’s way as well. It was… well, the water was cold. And it was nice to be distracted from his thoughts, to think about nothing but how to get Myrnin back for splashing water on him. He didn’t mind being wet.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 18, 2021 3:22:26 GMT -5
Perfect! His little distraction with the water had worked. This was exactly what Myrnin had been hoping for. He chuckled. He didn't mind being wet either (ignoring the fact that it was unusually cold to him). He just reached down and scooped another handful of water up, tossing it at Orpheus in an attempt to not only get his clothing wet, but also his hair. Hey. Whatever worked, right? How wondered what they must look like? Two sad "humans" splashing around in a river. He slogged a bit to the side in an effort to get away from Orpheus and whatever counter attack he might offer. "Yeah, well, your boat didn't give you very good aim," he playfully taunted. "Come on! I'm practically dry over here and considering the temperature, it might be a good idea to change that!" Could he overheat? Was it even hot in the first place? Would he be able to tell?
Orpheus didn’t dodge that in time either, and found his hair wet and the white of his shirt becoming just a little bit translucent. He didn’t mind. It was nice to take a break and just… mess around like this. To pretend that the world wasn’t against them, that they could act like children on a summer day. He stayed still for a few moments, watching where Myrnin moved to, then kicked out to try to get more water in Myrnin’s direction. It was a bigger splash than the one before, though not quite as directed. “The entire point of boats is to keep you dry!” Orpheus retorted, shedding off some of the weight that had coated his tone since… well. Since. There was a very clear before and after. He shook the thought off. Not now. Now, he was enjoying himself. He leaned down to send another large splash Myrnin’s direction, allowing a small smile to touch the corners of his lips. Things may never go back to normal. That didn’t mean he couldn’t take a normal, happy moment for himself when the opportunity presented itself.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 23, 2021 0:55:33 GMT -5
All moments had to come to an end. Some sooner rather than later. It was just how things were, unfortunately. But that was mostly because Myrnin started shivering. He hadn't shivered in ... what felt like forever. His teeth clattered together and for ages, while he was pushing water at Orpheus, he wasn't sure what was happening. He still wasn't sure what was happening even when he clambered out of the water and onto the bank again. His hands gripped his arms and he continued to shake even as he dripped onto the grass. "W-w-what's happening?" he stuttered. Was something shutting down? Was there something wrong with him? Could something be wrong with him? He looked at Orpheus, clearly very worried. He didn't want to shut down again. Sure, he'd done it to himself, but that didn't mean he wanted to do it again.
Orpheus scrambled out of the water as Myrnin did, eyes wide as he tried to search for what might be wrong. There was very clearly something wrong, from what Myrnin was doing and saying. Was the shivering a symptom of something else, or was it just that Myrnin was cold and he didn’t have a lot of experience being cold. “What’s wrong?” he asked, coming as close as he dared get. He didn’t want to crowd Myrnin or make him feel even worse than he already did, but he couldn’t help if he couldn’t get that close. “Did something bite you, or… or something? I don’t think there would be leeches here, but…” he glanced into the water, trying to see if he could tell what was wrong. Maybe it was just the shivering. “Let’s… let’s get you warmed back up,” he murmured, awkwardly lifting his shirt over his head and offering it to Myrnin as a towel. “The water’s usually pretty cold this time of year, the sun… the sun will help dry you and make you warm, and then… then maybe you can show me what’s wrong.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 28, 2021 0:39:34 GMT -5
Cold? This was cold? Why was parts of his skin warm then? Unusually so? He blinked at Orpheus, not sure if he believed him. His teeth still chattered, but he very hesitantly took the shirt and tried to dry himself off. The shivering slowly subsided, but that didn't stop the ex-vampire from looking pale and confused and scared. If anything, it did the opposite. There didn't seem to be a lot of headspace room to even acknowledge the fact that Orpheus had been right. It had just been the cold. But that also made him feel silly. And ... weak. And so, so strange. "Cold," he said after a while, as if admitting it to himself. His clothing was feeling particularly cold right now. But the rest of his skin was warming up. He passed the shirt over to Orpheus again. "Here," he said, side eyeing the other, wondering what he was thinking. What he was thinking of and about Myrnin.
Orpheus didn’t know why Myrnin had reacted the way he did to the cold, but there were any number of possible reasons, and the only thing Orpheus was certain about was that none of them were any of his business. If Myrnin was sensitive to cold, he could tell him why if he wanted to, but if not… then Orpheus would never know. He wasn’t going to ask, and he wasn’t going to force Myrnin to tell. “Thank you,” he murmured, taking his shirt back and offering Myrnin the best comforting smile he could muster up. “You don’t think about how cold the water gets sometimes,” he said, hoping that might cheer Myrnin up a little bit. “I mean… this was frozen not too long ago, and I guess water is really good at staying the same temperature over a long period of time. Refreshing to drink, but easy to get too cold if you’re not careful.” Perhaps they would have to avoid any other bodies of water. Orpheus didn’t want to get Myrnin into any more uncomfortable situations. He shrugged his damp shirt back on, awkwardly pulling at it where the wet fabric had gotten itself all twisted up. “Maybe… now would be a good time to move on and find something else? You… haven’t eaten anything yet.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 5, 2021 1:48:25 GMT -5
"Yeah," Myrnin said, though he didn't sound convinced. Considering the fact that it didn't matter what temperature the water was, it probably wouldn't be the temperature he was going to be able to handle. He looked at the river, at the ripples in the water, at the way it flowed away from him. He'd probably see this river before, some time in his life. And it meant what? He didn't have the ability to follow after it. "Hum," he said, unsure what to say to Orpheus. Why had it been so easy to admit his inhumaness when he'd been a vampire? Was he still a vampire? Probably not. But he needed comfort in the name. He needed it for ... for a little bit longer. At least inside himself. Eventually, he sighed, still looking at the river rather than Orpheus, "I don't need to eat. There isn't really any point in moving somewhere based on that." There. If there were going to be consequences for saying that, he didn't know what they were going to be.
Oh. Well… that hadn’t been what Orpheus had been expecting. He didn’t know quite what that meant. He didn’t know anyone who never ate, which probably meant that Myrnin wasn’t strictly human. Which was fine with Orpheus, he had spent plenty of time with people who weren’t human before, but… it did require Orpheus to reframe things a little bit in his head. If Myrnin wasn’t human, then… what was he? A god? Not one Orpheus had ever heard of, unless he was a god in disguise. While it would be best to treat him with respect anyway, the possibility of him being a god seemed unlikely enough that Orpheus wasn’t planning on treating him any different. “Well,” he murmured, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck, “I hope that means you’re not human. Or at least… if you are, that you aren’t going on some kind of hunger strike that might hurt you in the long run. As long as you really don’t need to eat and you’re not just skipping it because you feel like you should… then I’m okay.” Not that Myrnin needed his approval, but… he seemed a little bit on edge. Orpheus wanted to relieve him of that.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 14, 2021 4:59:38 GMT -5
There was a side glance from Myrnin and almost a bitter 'heh.' It wasn't like he didn't appreciate it. It was just that he felt like all of this was a lot more complicated than this. A lot. Clearly Orpheus was at least familiar with things other than humans. That was ... that was good. It seemed to make at least that bit easier. "I'm not human," he eventually said. Then he stood, trying to gain back some sort of movement. But instead, what happened was he was just once again reminded that the grace was gone. The feeling that he was somehow stuck in the wrong form, that this body wasn't his (and it wasn't), rested in his mind again. He pushed it aside. "What next Orpheus?" he said softly. "Traveling where the wind takes us?" Us. At least there was an us.
Orpheus glanced at the sky, almost surprised it wasn’t dark yet. It felt like he had known Myrnin for much longer than he had. Perhaps he’d gotten a little bit too used to the idea of travelling with him. He didn’t know what he wanted, couldn’t say for sure that moving around and never settling anywhere would be good for him, but… it felt easier than dwelling on the past. It felt easier than trying to start over and move on, because… because everything still affected him, whether he wanted it to or not. It didn’t really matter to Orpheus that Myrnin wasn’t human. As long as he wasn’t planning on hurting anyone, they would get along just fine. And Myrnin seemed nice, so far. Inhuman didn’t necessarily correlate with monster, and monster was a relative term anyway. “Yes,” he murmured after a moment, turning to look at Myrnin. “Wherever it takes us, I guess. Maybe… maybe home, eventually.” He didn’t know where home was. He doubted it would ever be Thrace again.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Apr 21, 2021 0:27:49 GMT -5
Myrnin doubted he'd find home. But he tried to smile at the sentiment anyway. He wasn't sure how best he was supposed to express his feelings, but that was alright. "I don't want to move from this town too quickly," he said after a second, wrapping his arms around his waist as a sort of comfort. Then he looked up at nothing in particular. Maybe studying the same sky that Orpheus was. Maybe seeing something beyond it. "And by that I mean that I don't really expect us to just ... move on after just arriving. You need to sleep." He made no mention of himself. He just continued staring up. Maybe he expected some answer to his question. "Is here good? Or do you want to go somewhere else?" he asked Orpheus. "It's up to you." He needed someone else to make the call on this one.
“Right,” Orpheus murmured, only just realizing that he really was tired He had gotten used to ignoring it, gotten used to just pushing through, because it almost felt that if he was tired, he didn’t have room to feel sad, too. It didn’t work like that. He was both tired and sad. Orpheus cast a quick look around, taking in their surroundings. It was… nice. It wasn’t like home, but… he hadn’t expected it to be. And having someone here with him was better than he could have hoped for, even if he didn’t feel like he deserved it in the slightest. “Here’s fine,” he said after a long moment, letting out a soft breath of air. “It’s… it’s far enough away from the town that we don’t have to worry about people stumbling upon us.” He frowned a little bit, tilting his head as he looked at Myrnin. “Do you… not need to rest? Even if you don’t sleep, aren’t there things you need to do to recharge? Nobody can run endlessly without resting somehow.” The concern was evident in his voice, even as he tried to stifle it. He didn’t want Myrnin to think he was being a mother hen. He just… wanted to make things as easy for his companion as he could.
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 2, 2021 18:52:49 GMT -5
Myrnin slowly sunk to the grass, looking up at Orpheus as he questioned him. The questions were understandable. It just left him wondering about the divide between what he was and what he'd used to be. "I ... can recharge in other ways ... I think," he said. "But I can sleep too. It might make it easier if I ... emulated your actions. But no. No, it doesn't necessarily have to be something that I do." He sunk a bit further to the grass, spreading his arms out a little, looking like some large anime spread out to relax. "Thank you though. The concern is still appreciated. You should rest, if you can. I will ... I will rest too. Or the closest that I can." He could sleep, in a sense. He knew that at least. But it was more like turning a light off and on now. Though he was still aware of things going on, it was vastly different from sleeping as a vampire. It likely wouldn't match up to how a human slept either. But either way, he did close his eyes. "Maybe we can work out something to do in the morning ..."
“Okay,” Orpheus replied softly, giving a small nod. “If you think that will help, then… I believe you. And I hope it will.” He didn’t know much about Myrnin. He didn’t really know about vampires, and he didn’t know much other than that Myrnin wasn’t going to sleep the same way he did. But still… resting felt like a good idea, and they were isolated enough that they probably wouldn’t need to keep guard. Besides, it’s not like they had anything valuable if someone tried to mug them. Orpheus wasn’t sure he even had any money, and the one valuable object he had owned was lying in the grass miles and miles away. For the first time, he desperately wanted it back. “The morning sounds good,” Orpheus added softly, curling in on himself and staring at the sky as he tried to let sleep come to him. It wasn’t as easy as it had been. His thoughts used to race with thoughts of music and hope. Now they felt heavy, weighted down by despair. Which was far more depressing than he usually was, so he tried to push back against it and let sleep take him. - He woke up tired. There were lines across his body from the imprint of the grass he had slept on, and his hair was sticking up at weird angles. But he was alive, and it seemed his new companion was, too. Good. Now all they had to do was think of something to do next. It wasn’t as easy as it sounded.
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 7, 2021 0:00:29 GMT -5
Myrnin was spread-eagle on the grass, looking up at the sky. Off and on during the night, he had closed his eyes and done something akin to sleeping. But for the most part, it was just to pass the time. He didn't actually feel any tiredness associated with the action. Instead, he looked up at the sky and watched the stars walk their paths across the heavens. Watching the sunrise too. Or the beginning of it. Either way, Orpheus waking was welcoming. It gave him something for his mind to stay on. He turned around and looked at his traveling companion. Orpheus looked a lot older than he should have. Myrnin pushed himself up onto his elbow and leaned over, patting the other man on the shoulder. Trying to be gentle and supportive. "Did you dream?" he asked, hoping that wasn't prying.
Orpheus shifted, frowning a little bit at the question. Had he dreamed? He found it hard to tell – dreams were fuzzy sometimes, even more so now that the world had been yanked away from him. He was silent for a few moments, then eventually nodded. “I believe so,” he whispered, voice still thick and low with the last remnants of sleep. “I think I dream the same thing every night.” Orpheus rolled onto his back, staring up at the sky until he felt Myrnin’s light touch on his shoulder. He gave a smile that he didn’t quite feel, then sighed softly. All he wanted was for things to be alright again, but he didn’t know that they ever would. He wasn’t sure… that he wanted things to feel alright again without Eurydice. There was no ‘alright’ without her. Not anymore. “Do you feel rested?” he asked after a moment, forcing himself onto his elbows and stretching quietly. “I mean… even with your not-quite-sleep, did it help?”
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 19, 2021 2:40:47 GMT -5
This wasn't the answer that Myrnin could have hoped for. He would have much preferred if Orpheus had found some hope in his dreams rather than a lost-ness that Myrnin had seen all this time. But he wasn't particularly surprised either. He kept his hand where he was. Hoping even a fake smile might be real. "Er ... yes, yes, I'm well rested," he answered, nodding his head once or twice to confirm. He wasn't sure if he had been well-rested before, but he wasn't sure if that had changed now either. Since he couldn't think of a better answer for Orpheus, that was what he gave. "We should go somewhere," he said after a while. Somewhere didn't seem like there was a set destination, but he was still trying to think of something. "Back to the people?" he tried. He wasn't motivated to do so, and he didn't think Orpheus was either, but Myrnin thought endless wandering might be a poor idea.
“Good,” Orpheus murmured, grateful for any good news at all, even if it was just that Myrnin wasn’t tired. He himself… well, he figured his constant state of being would be “tired” until he found a way to move on from Eurydice. The hard part was that he didn’t think he wanted to move on. She deserved better than him trying to move on when he should have saved her, when he had gotten so close… when it was his fault that she was still dead. She wouldn’t remember him, by now… the thought weighed heavy in his chest, but he didn’t try to shake it off. He looked at Myrnin instead, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I agree,” he added after another moment, glancing back in the direction of the little town. “People might be… fun…” he added hesitantly, sounding almost like he thought the exact opposite to be true. People were people. They asked questions, they made judgements, and they continued living their lives, because they had never known Eurydice. Orpheus doubted many of them had even noticed the return of spring. He didn’t want to resent them, but he thought a small part of him might.
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 25, 2021 21:38:52 GMT -5
Myrnin didn't believe that Orpheus actually believed what he was saying. But there really wasn't anything that he could do for the other man other than reaching out a hand and waving toward the place they'd been talking. It was the best they had right now. Dawn peaking around them, it was hard to work out what the real color for everything was. Everything was washed out and Myrnin was struggling to work out what it was that he should be doing, other than leading Orpheus. Someone ... one of them ... had to stop being listless. He hoped. Maybe if he could focus on helping Orpheus, then maybe he could ... He didn't know. He didn't know what he was aiming for. But it was dawn and he needed something to work on. So he turned back to Orpheus and smiled a bit. This was what he needed to do. Smile. Then he waved an arm again. "Race you?" he asked brightly. Where? He'd presumably just indicated a portion of the town with his hand. And he presumably wanted Orpheus to do something. Myrnin jumped a bit. A bit lively. Though it was halfhearted. Maybe even less than half hearted. It was an action that he knew but didn't actually have motivation around it.
Orpheus didn’t know how long it would take him to recover. Truthfully, he didn’t know if he ever would recover. It was easier to see that a future was possible when he had someone travelling beside him, but it was still difficult. It was difficult knowing that Myrnin was struggling, too. That try as they might, there really wasn’t all that much that they could do for each other. The best they could do was take away a tiny bit of the pressure. “Race,” Orpheus echoed, processing the word like he had never heard it before. He glanced at Myrnin, then glanced ahead at where they were heading. He tried to force adrenaline into his veins, tried to force himself to be excited by the idea. He had never been the most competitive person, but a race sounded… like something to do to pass the time, at least. Well… walking would be faster, but he had heard somewhere that getting good exercise made you feel better. He didn’t know if it was true, but he did know that he wanted to feel better. He wanted to get out of his own head for just a minute, he wanted to be able to live, even if Eurydice couldn’t. Even if he didn’t deserve to. If she didn’t get that chance… then he would have do to it for her. “Race you,” he confirmed after another moment, shaking out his arms like that would help him run faster. He didn’t have a lot of experience running, it seemed. “Ready…” he said, getting into position and looking over at Myrnin. “Set…” his eyes narrowed on the road ahead, his heart racing with the idea of actually doing something other than wandering listlessly. “Go!”
Post by mintedstar/fur on May 31, 2021 23:41:44 GMT -5
Myrnin raced forward. Just like Orpheus, he was trying to work though this in such a way that exercise and all that it meant would somehow produce a outlook which was a bit brighter than what he had been currently experiencing. So off he went. Not with the speed he used to have. Nowhere near. He wasn't even a fit "human." He didn't get tired in the same way - he didn't find himself gasping for breath. But he still wasn't fast. He wasn't able to continue moving with the same speed for long periods of time. There just wasn't even to keep his legs moving that long. But even still ... it was something. It was something to get him moving. It was something to make him charge ahead with a lot more motivation. And he had to watch Orpheus too. He had to grin (least he cry) and force a laugh. And the town came up. Not as fast as Myrnin could have made it before, but he could make out people. Moving about with purpose (he wanted to be like them). The brown haired man pulled up when he reached the first houses. Then looked over at Orpheus. "I'm not from here," he said quietly. "You're not either, but ... do you know what there is to ... do here?"
Orpheus didn’t know what it was like to be particularly fast. When he was running, he could feel the breeze pushing against him, could feel his hair flying behind him, his bandana waving in the wind like a flag. It was… freeing. It was nice, in a way that few things were anymore. He didn’t have to worry, he didn’t have to wonder what would happen if he looked behind him, it was… it was like he could escape what he was tyring to hide from if he just kept moving, just kept running. He wanted to keep moving. He wanted to move on, even if it meant forgetting. He didn’t want to forget Eurydice, but he wanted to forget his failure. He was just… afraid that he couldn’t have one without the other. He was afraid that he had messed up irreparably. He couldn’t tell Myrnin that, not yet… maybe one day. Maybe Myrnin would tell him why he was sad and he would tell Myrnin why he was sad and they would walk away from their sadness hand in hand. He finished a few steps behind Myrnin, panting hard as he looked up at the house Myrnin had chosen as their stopping point. “Hm,” he considered, looking around. “Well… most towns have marketplaces that are fun to explore… and sometimes there are tours of the nicer houses so that they can show off their art… and there are concerts and the like…” he couldn’t help but wonder if there was a music store within this town. He shouldn’t have left his instrument behind. He didn’t have the music in his head required to play it, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss the feeling of it in his hand. He thought… he thought figuring out how to play without Eurydice might help ward off the sadness that felt like it might crush him if he let it get too out of hand.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 6, 2021 3:33:54 GMT -5
"Concerts," Myrnin said with interest. He looked at Orpheus, almost leaning against the wall of the building while he tried to think about what would help Orpheus. He needed that focus right now. "Well ... those sound like they'd be interesting. Also houses, but let's start with concerts, yes?" He glanced around, then stepped out from around the house, heading for the nearest person he could smell. With literally no hesitation, though perhaps the dead look in Myrnin's eyes might have given away the fact that he wasn't exactly feeling the energy of the question, he asked, "Are there any concerts?"
“We can check,” Orpheus suggested, uncertain how he felt about going to a concert. Would it make him want to play again? Was that a good thing? It was impossible to tell… but it was something to do. And they were desperately in need of that. “There’s usually some sort of town bulletin somewhere… or maybe if we walk enough we’ll run into some live music like we did last time…” he bit his lip, then looped his arm through Myrnin’s and began to guide him towards where he believed the center of town might be. “I’d… I think a concert is a good idea.” He hoped. “What… kind of music do you like?”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 13, 2021 9:23:27 GMT -5
Tugged away from is attempt to ask a local, Myrnin looked with curiosity at Orpheus. Maybe he needed to, in fact, since there was little to keep either of their minds occupied when it came to all that they had to do. But it also seemed like Orpheus has a personal investment in music over all. Did he? Myrnin wondered if it would be rude to ask or if that was part of his apparent distress and similar feelings toward the world. Myrnin wouldn't poke that particular part of things. "Any music," he said after a bit. "I like things I can dance to, but it isn't a requirement. It's whatever might be of interest or so forth. What about you? What music do you like?" Maybe it was a touchy subject. Myrnin wouldn't deny that this wasn't in the realm of possibility. But he was hopeful that if that was the case than maybe the question would ... help?
Orpheus tilted his head, looking around the city and trying to figure out where he would play, if he still had his lyre. That was where he was most likely to find either concerts or street musicians. In small towns like this, there really wasn’t that much of a difference. If someone was playing music, especially if they were playing music well, they tended to draw a crowd. The difference was that concerts generally paid better than playing as a street musician. Orpheus had never cared either way. “I like all music,” he murmured, drifting towards where he would go if he were looking for somewhere to play. He hoped that Myrnin was following, though he didn’t actually look to check. “I like music that tells a story, most of all, but most musicians worth their salt tell a story even if it doesn’t seem like they do on the surface. Music is just… it’s another form of storytelling. This way… I think I hear some people playing up ahead.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 18, 2021 1:04:28 GMT -5
It was the sort of way to talk about something which Myrnin had expected to hear from a musician. Was that what Orpheus was? He assumed that was possible, but he didn't press the issue. A musician without an instrument would have a reason for the lack of the latter. But, well, all Myrnin could really do was hurry after Orpheus, nodding his head as he went. He heard them to. Probably better than Orpheus did, honestly, though the stark absence of his smooth walking was a jerky distraction from this. "What then?" he wondered. "What stories do you like to hear about right now? Comedy, drama, tragedy?" He personally wanted to avoid the latter. It sounded a bit like the Greek plays. He frankly didn't want to see those either, not really. Though he might be willing if Orpheus could come along. "What are you, Orpheus?" he asked suddenly. Though he didn't give context of what he was looking for with such a question.
What are you? It was a loaded question, especially coming from someone who wasn’t human. Orpheus had a feeling that wasn’t what Myrnin was referring to, though. It would have been simpler to answer that he was a demigod, if you wanted to be technical about it. If you wanted to consider the Muses gods, which seemed to be a matter of contention. Either way, he was demi-muse, but he doubted Myrnin would understand that. He knew that wasn’t the question anyway. It was just… easier to consider the answer to the easier interpretation of that question. “I… I’m a poet. Or I was. I don’t know if I am anymore. I… was a storyteller. I was a boy in love. And… I guess… I was a musician, above all else.” There, out in the open. He stared at the ground in front of him, unsure how that thought made him feel. “Now? I feel like… the ruins of a poet. The fossil of a musician. Maybe you can tell a little bit about me, but… I suppose I doubt I can be used for my original purpose, anymore. Beyond that… I don’t know.” “I used to believe there was a point in telling tragedies,” he murmured, voice nearly inaudible. “I think… there still is… but I don’t want to believe that things might work out, anymore. I’d rather the straightforward possibility of a comedy.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 20, 2021 3:22:02 GMT -5
All of those things weren't the case anymore. Even Myrnin could notice that there was a particular point in there which didn't match up either. In this case, the boy in love had nothing to do with anything else. That was it then. Orpheus had lost someone which he truly cared about. Myrnin took several steps forward and hugged Orpheus again. There was certainly no way for Myrnin to bring the dead back to life. He was pretty sure if he'd had that ability, than he would have ended up doing something rash. At any rate, he stepped back and away from Orpheus, a wane sort of smile coloring his lips. "Ah. Yes. Alright. Beyond that though ... you still seem to be a nice person." He hoped that was true at least. It seemed to be. Otherwise though ... The not-really-a-vampire nodded his head slowly. "Comedy. Yes. Agreed." Limited in words right now, it would seem. He pointed toward where Orpheus had been taking them. "After you."
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