Orpheus’ eyes widened as Myrnin surrounded him with an embrace, a shroud of support that Orpheus hadn’t been expecting. It was like… being so cold you didn’t realize you were shivering until someone started a fire. Orpheus didn’t want to pull back from the hug. He didn’t want to be separated from Myrnin, because they were two people sharing a very similar sort of pain, even if Orpheus didn’t know the specifics of Myrnin’s situation. Myrnin hadn’t known the specifics either, until just now. Maybe Orpheus would figure out why Myrnin was sad eventually. For now, though, he just held onto his companion, trying not to devolve into sobs. He had to be strong. He had to keep moving forward. “You… you’re a nice person, too,” Orpheus gasped, hugging his arms to his chest as Myrnin pulled away. He gave a smile he didn’t quite feel (though he really was trying), and gave a small nod. “Comedy.” He blinked, forcing the pain from his mind. He could focus on it later. For now, it settled into a dull ache. “This way, I think.” Orpheus disappeared further into the town, eyes peeled for anything that might be interesting. There were usually comedians along the streets, or at least a theatre dedicated to more comic plays. He was desperate to do something that would raise Myrnin’s spirits as well. Orpheus’ own seemed much easier to revive.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 23, 2021 1:39:13 GMT -5
"I'm not," Myrnin said softly. He wanted to be, but the comments he'd made to Missy - that he could *change* his thoughts and memories ... - there was a sadness to Myrnin's eyes that he didn't want to explain. That he didn't feel able to explain. "I am me. I don't know if that's good enough to be called nice. But thank you." But he patted Orpheus' arm. He would try to be nice for Orpheus. He deserved that. It felt like something he should be able to be for such a nice person. And Orpheus was a nice person where Myrnin wasn't. Myrnin got the sense that he wouldn't have made such a stupid suggestion to a friend. Myrnin followed after, an attentive gosling following after a goose. He didn't look left or right though. He just continued after his guide, unsure what they were actually looking for.
Orpheus arched an eyebrow, but he didn’t say anything. In his eyes, there were four types of people: those who said they were nice but weren’t, those who said they were nice and were, those who knew they weren’t nice, and those who said they weren’t nice but most definitely were. The first and last were, unfortunately, the most common. Of course, there was no way of knowing which Myrnin was, at least for the moment. Orpheus’ instincts said Myrnin was probably nicer than he thought he was. Orpheus let his thoughts wander as he led the way, looking for something that might indicate a play. Something to see. Something to do. “There,” he murmured, gesturing to someone who appeared to be selling something. From the looks of it, it was tickets. “Excuse me,” he managed, not glancing at Myrnin as he began to question the person about anything they could watch that might be funny.
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 23, 2021 15:03:42 GMT -5
Myrnin tiptoed behind Orpheus, looking a bit concerned about the fact that he knew so little about everything which was going on. Not to mention the fact that, while he would really like to be helpful, he didn't think there was much to be helpful with. Not when it came to knowing next to nothing about the time he was in. This, however, didn't stop him from hovering. Almost clinging onto Orpheus, really. It seemed to be what he was going to be like that for a bit, even if there wasn't something to do just yet. He was, however, quite attentive. If tired looking. And whatever else he seemed to have to do. It was a bit like watching a lost puppy now rather than a gosling.
Orpheus was happy to have Myrnin there. At least someone knew that his world was falling apart and wasn’t going to question why. At least someone didn’t require fake smiles and an attitude like everything was miraculously alright. Humans were so uncomfortable with other peoples’ sadness it was almost unbelievable. Fortunately, Orpheus didn’t need to put up a front for long. He pulled back from the man selling tickets, two dried palm leaves in his hands. Tickets. It was a comedy, apparently, and though Orpheus was unsure if he was capable of laughter now, he thought it was probably better to try it. Nothing could make the whole situation worse. “Four hours,” he told Myrnin softly, slipping his arm into the ex-vampire’s. “Four hours to do whatever we want before we have to be right here again.”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jun 30, 2021 23:16:03 GMT -5
That was a lot of time to do something with time that they seemed to have in excess. Myrnin was at a bit of a loss as for what to do. Myrnin looked down at Orpheus' arm, then took his hand and did a little dance. A slow waltz, really, more than anything. And after a couple of steps, he stopped what he was doing. "I'm not sure how to fill those four hours," he admitted. "I think that there's probably a lot going on in both of our heads, right? But nothing is really going to fill that time." He looked aimlessly around before asking, "Are there any animals around then? They are usually ... good for wasting time." And good for offering comfort, though Myrnin wasn't sure how much of that would actually prove to be true. He wanted it to be. If only because it would make all of this a bit more barrable.
The strange thing about grief was that time seemed to pass in peculiar ways. On one hand, it moved too swiftly. It had been too long since Orpheus had last held Eurydice. It had been far too long since he had heard her voice or seen her smile. He knew those memories were going to start to fade, no matter how long or how carefully he tried to protect them. But grief also made things inch along. Orpheus didn’t really know how to fill four hours any more than Myrnin did, but they had to figure out something. Orpheus let himself be pulled into a waltz, let himself smile a little bit as he and Myrnin whirled around for just a minute or two before the song ended. “Yes, there’s a lot going on,” Orpheus conceded, pressing a palm to his temple. “I think… I think I need a break from it all.” It was a break he couldn’t seem to get, even in dreams. “Animals,” Orpheus murmured, brain switching and almost immediately latching on to that idea. At least it was something he thought Myrnin would enjoy… and he would enjoy it just as well, probably. “If there’s a farm on the edge of town, they may have animals we can spend a little bit of time with…”
Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 18, 2021 1:11:50 GMT -5
Myrnin smiled lightly. He looked brightly around, with that distant look of someone who didn't quite know how to reach that point where he was slightly more him than before. But he was trying. "Alright. Edge of town it is." He stepped away from Orpheus, walking back the way they had come. Then he looked over shoulder at Orpheus and held out his hand. "Come on then." He walked toward where they'd been, following his nose more than anything else. It was something that held his attention and let it rest in his head. An animal wouldn't solve their problems, but at this point, he wouldn't mind trying anyway. He walked along, his feet for now setting into a straight line. A brisk wind pulled at his hair, a sensation which wasn't as real as it once had been. "It feels like I'm walking through a dream," he said softly. "I imagine ... we are both feeling that right now." The houses were again getting different, distantly spaced from each other. He couldn't see the farm that Orpheus had mentioned yet. But he expected that soon enough.
It was odd, existing after a loss. It was as though the Earth had changed, but you were still living in the past. It was like you couldn’t really belong because the world had become a place where the person you were didn’t exist anymore. The person you loved didn’t exist. Orpheus didn’t really know which it was for Myrnin, but… he had a feeling they were experiencing the same thing. The same loss. Maybe not over his lover, but at least over the version of him that used to be. The version of him that didn’t feel like the world wasn’t right. The version of him when things made sense. “Yes,” Orpheus confirmed, letting the silence hang over him for a few moments. “It’s like… well… it almost feels as though nothing is real. As though I’ll wake up and maybe the flowers won’t be blooming anymore, but it won’t matter because Eurydice will be wrapped in my arms. And everything will feel right again.” He bit his lip, well aware that he had just said more than he had meant to. More than Myrnin had known about his situation, at least. They had only been together a short time, but there was a sort of kinship that had already formed. A sort of solidarity, because of how similar their pains were. “There,” he said after a moment, pointing off into the distance. “That should be where the farm is.”
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