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Post by strider on Jun 21, 2021 1:18:51 GMT -5
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.
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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.
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Post by strider on Jun 23, 2021 13:41:10 GMT -5
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.
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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.
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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.
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Post by strider on Jul 1, 2021 23:49:55 GMT -5
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…”
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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.
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Post by strider on Jul 19, 2021 0:35:45 GMT -5
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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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 1, 2021 8:03:24 GMT -5
So he had lost someone. That was what Myrnin had thought. He'd thought that maybe Orpheus was missing a piece of himself which he couldn't get back. And Myrnin understood that. He felt like that was an experience which hadn't left them completely alone either. Though how much any of this could really be helpful when their universal draw to each other was being united in pain. He found himself looking forward to arriving at the farm. But he as also found himself looking toward it and not really seeing it. Instead, he found himself thinking about Eurydice. The name which was familiar but also not.
"I'm sorry," he breathed. Because what else could he say?
But there was the farm and beyond a little enclosure were animals. Myrnin looked at them and found himself smiling, even if only a little.
"Well," he murmured, "I think this is where we can take a bit of time to enjoy nature, yes?"
At least it smelled nice. Or rather, it smelled probably - which in the long run wasn't nice at all.
Myrnin approached the edge of the enclosure and then practically fell into it. When he got up again, he asked, "Is this how you're supposed to visit animals?"
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Post by strider on Aug 1, 2021 23:55:03 GMT -5
Orpheus glanced over at Myrnin, giving the most genuine smile he could. He wondered if they would have ever traveled together, even for a short time, if they hadn’t found companionship and solace in their loneliness. If they hadn’t both shared an insurmountable pain that neither of them could really give voice to. They were tied together by two separate tragedies, and though Orpheus didn’t know yet what Myrnin’s tragedy was, he found he wanted to help him with it more than he had wanted anything else in a very long time. It was difficult to imagine that Myrnin felt terribly different.
“Yes,” Orpheus said after a moment, doing his best to latch onto the distraction. They were able to enjoy nature, now. They could be out in the wild and see things that they hadn’t seen in the before. They could create a new life in the after, if they wanted it. Orpheus wasn’t sure he deserved that second chance, but here he was, and he wasn’t going to deprive Myrnin of that.
Orpheus was about to say something when he noticed Myrnin practically fall in, and he couldn’t quite hide the amusement that bubbled from his lips. It seemed he was still capable of laughter, though the sound was far rarer than it had been before. He wondered if it would ever return to him with the same frequency. He wondered if it would stay as distant as music seemed to him now.
“I think you’re supposed to go through the gate,” Orpheus said after a moment, shaking his head almost affectionately.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 8, 2021 18:54:10 GMT -5
Myrnin, who had already completed the action, just looked back at Orpheus with wide eyes. Then he looked toward the gate and back at Orpheus again.
"No," he said happily.
Or at least the semblance of happily that he'd been using for a while now.
Then he walked toward the wall and held out his arms over it, as if to help carry Orpheus over it. Not that he was, he was free to use the gate, but he did it anyway.
"Come on!" he said, nodding several times.
Already, a slightly concerned sheep had wondered up and started to chew on Myrnin's clothing again. It seemed like there was a high possibility that it was trying to see if he was edible. Myrnin, for the time being, just looked over and made an 'aw' face and tried not to jostle it.
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Post by strider on Aug 8, 2021 22:17:01 GMT -5
Orpheus hesitated for a long moment, then seemed to take Myrnin up on his offer. He used Myrnin’s proffered arm to hoist himself up over the wall, then gave the ex-vampire a small smile to show he was grateful he was there. Or perhaps just to show that he had made it over in one piece. It was hard to tell, but the general sense of the expression was that he was pleased. As happy as he was capable of being, considering everything that had happened. Perhaps neither of them were ever going to be truly happy again. Perhaps it was necessary that they give this pretense, this almost-happiness. It wasn’t just helpful for each other, it… well, Orpheus thought it was probably helpful to himself, too. He could never truly be happy if he couldn’t give a good pretense of it.
“Aw,” he said as he noticed the sheep, eyes widening at the way it seemed to be trying to eat Myrnin. “You’re sweet, aren’t you?” he asked, kneeling down to its level and gently patting its extraordinarily fuzzy head.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 9, 2021 23:39:41 GMT -5
The sheep switched from chewing at Myrnin's shirt to nibbling at Orpheus' fingers. It at least freed Myrnin from having to only look toward the other side of the wall, at least, and he could instead turn around to give the sheep attention. Or rather, the more bold of a small flock of sheep. He looked behind Orpheus and grinned. There were a couple more, a couple yards off, warily eyeing both of the men with curiosity and puzzlement. Clearly the whole addition of these two 'humans' in their mix was slightly out of the usual.
The friendly sheep tried to nibble at Myrnin's fingers then.
"I think that it might think that we are sweet," Myrnin 'corrected' Orpheus. "And maybe we need to be. She looks a bit hungry." He was frowning at the sheep now. Very, very fluffy sheep, but also nibbling at everything. She didn't seem thin, but why else would she be nibbling?
Then again, Myrnin didn't have the best memory for how his sheep, so very long ago, used to beg. That didn't mean that he didn't feel very fond of having them around. He leaned over and almost pressed his face directly into the wool.
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Post by strider on Aug 10, 2021 0:02:54 GMT -5
Orpheus gave a quiet giggle as the sheep began nibbling at his fingers. He didn’t think it would do any actual harm to them, so he didn’t bother to pull them away. It was cute in a way Orpheus wasn’t quite used to. He had seen sheep before, but never this close, and never when he felt this alone. It felt… well, it felt a little bit like being chosen. The sheep could have ignored them. It could have walked away and allowed the two humans who invaded its home to just go about their business. It could have been uncertain and aggressive, but instead it had decided to welcome them in its own unique way. Even if that meant it was begging them to give it food. Orpheus felt a little bit bad that he didn’t’ have anything on him – he had eaten all of the plants Myrnin had found for him, and he didn’t know if those were safe for sheep to eat anyway. The last thing he wanted was to accidentally poison their new friend.
“We should try to find something for her to eat,” Orpheus replied, dusting his fingers lightly over the fleece Myrnin wasn’t pressing his face into. The other sheep seemed equally as sweet, though they weren’t quite as brave as their companion. “Maybe if we have food we can prove to the other sheep that we’re friends, too.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 12, 2021 16:56:05 GMT -5
This was a great motivation for Myrnin, who was quite interested in feeding sheep. He found himself quite excited. He liked sheep. A lot. They were amazing creatures, in his opinion and he would very much like to see more of them. That's what he found himself thinking. That's what he found himself excitedly doing as he looked at Orpheus and nodded. "Let's go then."
The sheep decided to follow them. She seemed to be particularly inclined to go after Orpheus, nibbling at his clothing as she did. This seemed to be the perfect past-time for the sheep and she was completely willing to spend as much time getting this done as she needed to. And by done, that seemed to be eating Orpheus out of his clothing or maybe his fingers.
Myrnin looked around. All the grass seemed pretty short. Maybe somewhere else?
He turned back to look at Orpheus, having moved without really thinking.
"What do you think?" he said.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 18, 2021 2:47:49 GMT -5
Myrnin agreed with this suggestion. He had kept his hand close to the sheep. It was comforting to have something to pet, even as she seemed completely intent on chewing holes into Orpheus' clothes first and foremost. Myrnin couldn't help smiling over this.
"Sounds like a good plan."
He could smell green grass, but it wasn't as if his senses could tell him the length to something. That just wasn't how any of this sort of thing worked.
He did, however, have confidence that they would find something.
"Where do you think the farmer is?" he wondered, looking around as if he expected the farmer to come out of the woodwork or the like.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 31, 2021 23:02:05 GMT -5
"Do you think we can take the cute sheep back when we're done," Myrnin asked. He wanted to take the cute sheep. So that he could give it hugs.
He knew it wasn't reasonable, but still.
He petted at the sheep again.
"We have to go back soon though ... don't we," he said. He was glancing at the sheep again. It seemed to like the steadily greener and less clipped grass. She kept leaning down to nibble at it while still following after Orpheus. Even still, by the look of things, there wasn't a lot of desire to pick at the grass. Just a desire to follow the strangers.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Sept 23, 2021 2:27:06 GMT -5
"Oh," said Myrnin, his shoulders sagging a little. But he nodded. "Yeah. That ... that sounds like a good idea."
He wanted to come back for more sheep time, but it made sense that they should probably go to where their tickets had been for.
He glanced back the way they had come and then patted the sheep lightly on the back. From there, he headed back toward the distant fence.
Looking back, he smiled as well, then hurried along. The sooner they got to where they were going, the sooner there would be sheep time.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Oct 26, 2021 2:52:37 GMT -5
(Bump due to life, will return, just don't wanna lose.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Nov 15, 2021 13:14:03 GMT -5
Myrnin shook his head. There wasn't anything around to see. It seemed like a much more ... practical situation if they were just going to go inside.
"Come on," he said, waving Orpheus forward. "I think we need this."
It seemed like the best way to offer each other actual ... distraction.
And Myrnin also felt at some point soon ... they should probably talk about what happened. To each of them. All of this seemed far too much like they had been dodging around what could only be described as their heartbreak.
So no. Myrnin painfully resolved after this that they would talk about it. Or at least, he would talk about it.
"What do you think they'll have to show?" he asked, after a second.
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Post by strider on Nov 25, 2021 0:20:26 GMT -5
Orpheus couldn’t argue with that. He needed something, even if he didn’t know exactly what it was. A distraction, maybe… maybe answers. He was fairly certain there weren’t any answers for what he had been through. It was something you just had to live through, not something you could just… move past. Was Myrnin’s situation similar? He took a deep breath, letting his eyes close.
“It’ll probably be a tragedy,” Orpheus admitted, shaking his head just a little. “There aren’t many people writing anything but tragedies. Admittedly… I think the worlds is too dark to only write about tragedy. We should be writing about light and hope, too.” Maybe he would try to do that if the music ever returned to his head. He wasn’t sure how capable he was of hope… but Myrnin was living proof that he could have hope for other people, wasn’t he? “I just… hope it has a happy ending. Or if not a happy one, at least a hopeful one.”
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Dec 23, 2021 18:30:35 GMT -5
"Oh," said Myrnin, sounding slightly disappointed. He wanted to rescue both of them from this situation where they would both be witness to a tragedy after they had already lived through one. But there wasn't really way that they could do that.
At least it would be a distraction.
Myrnin leaned his head against Orpheus' shoulder. "It'll be okay," he whispered. And that was the main thing. He just wanted to be sure that Orpheus knew that they were, at the very least, allied with each other.
Though that still left the show. The area was open, allowing for sound to travel well. And Myrnin was getting a prickling feeling down his spine, with absolutely no idea what it meant.
Huum.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jan 21, 2022 22:02:58 GMT -5
"... okay," Myrnin said dully. But he followed along after Orpheus. Entering the theatre was, to Myrnin, not what he expected. He wasn't actually that familiar with this time period, or really what things should look like. Or maybe he was, but just wasn't familiar with it. It wasn't like he could list off on one hand who exactly he'd met that was well known in this time.
Or most times.
Marcus the barber wasn't exactly the name or person that was remembered throughout history.
So Myrnin was just there. Being led on by Orpheus. And not sure what to expect.
(Could you describe the scene? :eyes: And/or if there is anything Myrnin should be looking at.)
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Post by strider on Jan 23, 2022 1:37:04 GMT -5
Orpheus, though he wasn’t a frequent theatregoer, was at least familiar with what the space looked like. He had once dreamed of playing concerts in the theatre spaces to large audiences. He didn’t want a large audience anymore. Hades by himself had been too large of an audience for Orpheus to stomach. Besides, if he could just barely sway the mind of one god, who was he to think he could sway the minds of thousands of people? That was what the playwrights had set out to do. They had the aid of actors and other artists. Orpheus had tried to do it alone. He had succeeded in bringing back spring, but what did it matter? He let out a soft sigh, stomach roiling as he tried to push back the thought.
He stepped beyond the entrance, clearing the way for Myrnin to see the theatre for the first time. It was a wide-open amphitheater, wooden seats interspersed with stone steps creating levels in the audience so everyone could see the stone semi-circle of a stage at the base of the theater. Orpheus began to make his way up the steps, trying to find a good seat that wasn’t claimed yet. He could see some of the actors off to the side, preparing their costumes and masks. They hadn’t acknowledged the audience, yet. Orpheus knew they wouldn’t until the chorus stepped onstage. It would be a few minutes while they were all getting settled.
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