all i’ve ever known is how to hold my own

say that the wind won’t change on us.

[laytheweddingtable]

“In the end, you’re better off alone, any way the wind blows.”

Eurydice

a hungry young girl.

a runaway from everywhere she’s ever been.

no stranger to the world, nor to the wind.

a lit flame and a cold hand.

exhausted, storm-born, unmoored.

in all honesty i was not planning on doing another one of these but hadestown is my favorite musical and since the release of the proshot i found i absolutely could not resist! so welcome to my eurydice rp side blog!

mod things

call me cate! she/her/hers & ya girl is 20+ so i’d prefer it if you all were too lol. if you’re a fan of the lost boys musical, @lightningbolted and @aliveinoverdrive are also me 🙂‍↕️ my iteration of eurydice is twenty one as well and this is morgan!eurydice as she is my favorite! though i (of course) adore orpheus and eurydice, i am open to anything, all characters, ocs, and ships! i am totally fine with spicy content however i would prefer to dm rather than have it on my dash. semi speaking of, dms and asks are open as well. send me a starter and i’ll match the length! i am all for detailed responses. if i think of anything else, i’ll come back and add it!

i remember fields of flowers

tracking tags

spring will come : asks

songbird : chains & responses

take me home : starters

harbor me : eurydice’s thoughts

show the way : prompts

one eye on the sky : misc

livin it up on top : crack

someone i have always known : headcanons

way down under the ground : ooc

[laytheweddingtable]

"what do you want from me?" @reachingfcrthesun

“I want to know how to go back.” Eurydice’s face was tear stained, her voice cracking with every other syllable. “I can’t — I can’t stay here. I have to go back. How do I go back?”

[reachingfcrthesun]

❛  you’re late again.  ❜

( @laytheweddingtable )

persephone sighs, wrapping an arm around eurydice's shoulder. ❝ yeah, well... believe it or not, that wasn't my choice... ❞ she gives the girl a pointed look that says eurydice should know exactly whose choice it is instead. ❝ i keep trying to tell him that's not how it works, but does he listen to me ? noooo. ❞ cue an exaggerated eye roll. ❝ i'm jussayin', if he and my mama end up in some kind of... god war, i'm not getting involved. they can sort that out themselves this time. ❞

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice exhales, leaning into Persephone’s arm slightly. “I know, I know,” she sighs, tipping back the cup she held in her other hand with a quick grimace. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Spring just got here — we don’t need anything dying too soon.” Winter will bring hunger, cold, starvation. They’ll need food and firewood, and there’s no guarantee they’ll get it. Thankfully, the flowers still bloom and the birds still chirp. As long as the world’s alive, Eurydice thinks, they might be alright. “He’s not planning on coming and getting you anytime soon, is he?”

[reachingfcrthesun]

Persephone's gaze grows distant. She looks towards her feet for a lingering moment and gives Eurydice a tiny, crooked smile. ❝ Hope not. ❞ How many times have she and Hades had the same argument: She can't just leave early on his whim, there are consequences... And yet he doesn't listen. The goddess brightens her smile, wrinkles her nose good-naturedly. ❝ Enough talk about the grumpy old man! Tell me what's been going on up here! What have I missed? ❞

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice gives her a small nod, wholly understanding. Her husband isn’t too popular up above, so she can only imagine what Persephone goes through down below. A frown pulls down her features at the question, and she sullenly answers, “It’s… been hard. No storms lately, thankfully, but… I don’t know. It feels like the wind’s about to change.” She pulls her coat tighter around her shoulders, shaking her head at herself. “It’s not all bad, though. The flowers are back now, and Orpheus,” a tiny smile lifts her lips up, “has been working on his song here and there. Still — we’re all glad you’ve returned.”

[reachingfcrthesun]

Persephone beams when Eurydice mentions Orpheus. She pulls the girl into the nearest booth and makes a gesture. Drinks quickly appear at their elbows. ❝ Ah yes. Orpheus. ❞ She lifts her glass to her lips, an excited grin behind it as she watches Eurydice acutely for her reaction. ❝ And how is that going ? ❞

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice blinks, startled, but takes her drink nonetheless, tipping it back and swallowing the liquid to try and hide the smile shining out from her eyes rather than her lips. “Well, I think,” came her muted response, a casual nonchalance lifting and lowering her shoulders in a shrug. “He’s…” This time, she couldn’t help the tiny grin that quirked her mouth up. “Yeah,” she finished, still smiling to herself as she took another deep sip. “Anyways. Have you seen Mr. Hermes yet? I heard he was looking for you, too — ”

[reachingfcrthesun]

Persephone chuckles, watching Eurydice with a knowing light in her eyes. ❝ Ah, I know that look. So it's going well, then. Good. Glad he's still earning his keep. ❞ She offers the younger woman a playful wink as she tosses the rest of her drink back. ❝ As for Hermes... ❞ A deep, beleaguered sigh. ❝ He can find me. I'm enjoying your company much more right now. ❞

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice’s eyes rolled upwards, playful. “He’s doing alright,” she returned, half grumbled. She couldn’t let her reputation melt away completely, even in the warmth of spring. “It sounded important,” Eurydice began, before she registered Persephone’s sigh. Another shrug rose, and she nodded, humming, “Okay, maybe not that important. What are you planning to do now that you’ve come back? The seasons are finally looking somewhat normal.” It was strange to experience, though not unwelcome, much like Persephone’s presence.

[raesource]

questions only sentence starters

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .

who . . .

“ Who are you? ”

“ Who do you serve? ”

“ Who taught you that? ”

“ Who’s really in control here? ”

“ Who are you running from? ”

“ Who did this to you? ”

“ Who’s coming for us? ”

“ Who do you think I am? ”

“ Who else knows about this? ”

“ Who are you trying to protect? ”

what . . .

“ What are you? ”

“ What do you want from me? ”

“ What are you hiding? ”

“ What were you planning to do? ”

“ What just happened? ”

“ What did you see back there? ”

“ What did you promise them? ”

“ What happens if I don’t let you go? ”

“ What are the rules I’m not supposed to break? ”

“ What happens after the portal closes? ”

where . . .

“ Where did you come from? ”

“ Where are we? ”

“ Where are you going? ”

“ Where were you when it happened? ”

“ Where does this path lead? ”

“ Where did you get that scar? ”

“ Where is everyone else? ”

“ Where should I stand? ”

“ Where did you put the body? ”

“ Where were you hiding all this time? ”

when . . .

“ When did this start? ”

“ When were you going to tell me? ”

“ When was the last time you felt safe? ”

“ When do we leave? ”

“ When did you stop trusting me? ”

“ When does this end? ”

“ When did you realise the truth? ”

“ When do things go wrong? ”

“ When did you choose this path? ”

“ When will you look at me and be honest? ”

how . . .

“ How long have you been watching me? ”

“ How did you survive? ”

“ How much do you remember? ”

“ How are you this calm right now? ”

“ How bad is it? ”

“ How did you know my name? ”

“ How far are you willing to go? ”

“ How many lies have you told me? ”

“ How do you live with this? ”

“ How are we supposed to fix this? ”

are . . .

“ Are you human? ”

“ Are you okay? ”

“ Are you lying to me right now? ”

“ Are you scared? ”

“ Are you tired? ”

“ Are you hiding something? ”

“ Are you bound by oath or by magic? ”

“ Are you trying to start a fight? ”

“ Are you always this dramatic? ”

“ Are you going to explain or just stare? ”

do . . .

“ Do you trust me? ”

“ Do you remember your name? ”

“ Do you remember me? ”

“ Do you miss them? ”

“ Do you always talk this much? ”

“ Do you have any idea what you just did? ”

“ Do you ever sleep? ”

“ Do you want me to stay? ”

“ Do you think I’m stupid? ”

“ Do you believe in fate? ”

have . . .

“ Have you eaten yet? ”

“ Have we met before? ”

“ Have you been here long? ”

“ Have you done this before? ”

“ Have you ever killed someone? ”

“ Have you been lying to me? ”

“ Have you lost anyone? ”

“ Have you forgiven yourself? ”

“ Have you always been like this? ”

“ Have you already chosen a side? ”

is . . .

“ Is this place real? ”

“ Is something bothering you? ”

“ Is that weapon even legal here? ”

“ Is this your idea of a joke? ”

“ Is this your way of flirting? ”

“ Is someone watching us? ”

“ Is it supposed to hurt like this? ”

“ Is there a way out? ”

“ Is this what you wanted? ”

“ Is it too late to turn back? ”

can . . .

“ Can I ask you a weird question? ”

“ Can you hear that? ”

“ Can I trust you? ”

“ Can you keep a secret? ”

“ Can we slow down? ”

“ Can you help me bury a body? ”

“ Can you look at me? ”

“ Can we talk about what happened? ”

“ Can you stop pretending? ”

“ Can you promise me something? ”

will . . .

“ Will you stay with me? ”

“ Will you tell me the truth? ”

“ Will this ever end? ”

“ Will you protect me? ”

“ Will they come back for us? ”

“ Will you remember me? ”

“ Will you choose a side? ”

“ Will you regret this? ”

“ Will you still look at me the same way? ”

“ Will you stop me if I’m wrong? ”

should . . .

“ Should I be worried? ”

“ Should we be running? ”

“ Should I follow you? ”

“ Should I be afraid of you? ”

“ Should we pretend this never happened? ”

“ Should I stay or go? ”

“ Should I believe you? ”

“ Should I be honest with you? ”

“ Should we trust them? ”

“ Should I have come here? ”

would . . .

“ Would you do it again? ”

“ Would you lie to protect me? ”

“ Would this have been different if I had stayed? ”

“ Would you really let me die? ”

“ Would you have saved them instead? ”

“ Would you still care if you knew the truth? ”

“ Would you leave if I asked? ”

“ Would this hurt less if I understood? ”

“ Would you forgive me? ”

“ Would you choose me this time? ”

could . . .

“ Could you survive without me? ”

“ Could this world exist without you? ”

“ Could this get any worse? ”

“ Could you teach me how to do that? ”

“ Could you be wrong? ”

“ Could you be lying to yourself? ”

“ Could you forgive them? ”

“ Could this be a trap? ”

“ Could you handle the truth if I told you? ”

“ Could you live with the consequences? ”

[reachingfcrthesun]

❛  you’re late again.  ❜

( @laytheweddingtable )

persephone sighs, wrapping an arm around eurydice's shoulder. ❝ yeah, well... believe it or not, that wasn't my choice... ❞ she gives the girl a pointed look that says eurydice should know exactly whose choice it is instead. ❝ i keep trying to tell him that's not how it works, but does he listen to me ? noooo. ❞ cue an exaggerated eye roll. ❝ i'm jussayin', if he and my mama end up in some kind of... god war, i'm not getting involved. they can sort that out themselves this time. ❞

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice exhales, leaning into Persephone’s arm slightly. “I know, I know,” she sighs, tipping back the cup she held in her other hand with a quick grimace. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Spring just got here — we don’t need anything dying too soon.” Winter will bring hunger, cold, starvation. They’ll need food and firewood, and there’s no guarantee they’ll get it. Thankfully, the flowers still bloom and the birds still chirp. As long as the world’s alive, Eurydice thinks, they might be alright. “He’s not planning on coming and getting you anytime soon, is he?”

[reachingfcrthesun]

Persephone's gaze grows distant. She looks towards her feet for a lingering moment and gives Eurydice a tiny, crooked smile. ❝ Hope not. ❞ How many times have she and Hades had the same argument: She can't just leave early on his whim, there are consequences... And yet he doesn't listen. The goddess brightens her smile, wrinkles her nose good-naturedly. ❝ Enough talk about the grumpy old man! Tell me what's been going on up here! What have I missed? ❞

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice gives her a small nod, wholly understanding. Her husband isn’t too popular up above, so she can only imagine what Persephone goes through down below. A frown pulls down her features at the question, and she sullenly answers, “It’s… been hard. No storms lately, thankfully, but… I don’t know. It feels like the wind’s about to change.” She pulls her coat tighter around her shoulders, shaking her head at herself. “It’s not all bad, though. The flowers are back now, and Orpheus,” a tiny smile lifts her lips up, “has been working on his song here and there. Still — we’re all glad you’ve returned.”

[reachingfcrthesun]

Persephone beams when Eurydice mentions Orpheus. She pulls the girl into the nearest booth and makes a gesture. Drinks quickly appear at their elbows. ❝ Ah yes. Orpheus. ❞ She lifts her glass to her lips, an excited grin behind it as she watches Eurydice acutely for her reaction. ❝ And how is that going ? ❞

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice blinks, startled, but takes her drink nonetheless, tipping it back and swallowing the liquid to try and hide the smile shining out from her eyes rather than her lips. “Well, I think,” came her muted response, a casual nonchalance lifting and lowering her shoulders in a shrug. “He’s…” This time, she couldn’t help the tiny grin that quirked her mouth up. “Yeah,” she finished, still smiling to herself as she took another deep sip. “Anyways. Have you seen Mr. Hermes yet? I heard he was looking for you, too — ”

[reachingfcrthesun]

❛  you’re late again.  ❜

( @laytheweddingtable )

persephone sighs, wrapping an arm around eurydice's shoulder. ❝ yeah, well... believe it or not, that wasn't my choice... ❞ she gives the girl a pointed look that says eurydice should know exactly whose choice it is instead. ❝ i keep trying to tell him that's not how it works, but does he listen to me ? noooo. ❞ cue an exaggerated eye roll. ❝ i'm jussayin', if he and my mama end up in some kind of... god war, i'm not getting involved. they can sort that out themselves this time. ❞

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice exhales, leaning into Persephone’s arm slightly. “I know, I know,” she sighs, tipping back the cup she held in her other hand with a quick grimace. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Spring just got here — we don’t need anything dying too soon.” Winter will bring hunger, cold, starvation. They’ll need food and firewood, and there’s no guarantee they’ll get it. Thankfully, the flowers still bloom and the birds still chirp. As long as the world’s alive, Eurydice thinks, they might be alright. “He’s not planning on coming and getting you anytime soon, is he?”

[reachingfcrthesun]

Persephone's gaze grows distant. She looks towards her feet for a lingering moment and gives Eurydice a tiny, crooked smile. ❝ Hope not. ❞ How many times have she and Hades had the same argument: She can't just leave early on his whim, there are consequences... And yet he doesn't listen. The goddess brightens her smile, wrinkles her nose good-naturedly. ❝ Enough talk about the grumpy old man! Tell me what's been going on up here! What have I missed? ❞

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice gives her a small nod, wholly understanding. Her husband isn’t too popular up above, so she can only imagine what Persephone goes through down below. A frown pulls down her features at the question, and she sullenly answers, “It’s… been hard. No storms lately, thankfully, but… I don’t know. It feels like the wind’s about to change.” She pulls her coat tighter around her shoulders, shaking her head at herself. “It’s not all bad, though. The flowers are back now, and Orpheus,” a tiny smile lifts her lips up, “has been working on his song here and there. Still — we’re all glad you’ve returned.”

[reachingfcrthesun]

❛  you’re late again.  ❜

( @laytheweddingtable )

persephone sighs, wrapping an arm around eurydice's shoulder. ❝ yeah, well... believe it or not, that wasn't my choice... ❞ she gives the girl a pointed look that says eurydice should know exactly whose choice it is instead. ❝ i keep trying to tell him that's not how it works, but does he listen to me ? noooo. ❞ cue an exaggerated eye roll. ❝ i'm jussayin', if he and my mama end up in some kind of... god war, i'm not getting involved. they can sort that out themselves this time. ❞

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice exhales, leaning into Persephone’s arm slightly. “I know, I know,” she sighs, tipping back the cup she held in her other hand with a quick grimace. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Spring just got here — we don’t need anything dying too soon.” Winter will bring hunger, cold, starvation. They’ll need food and firewood, and there’s no guarantee they’ll get it. Thankfully, the flowers still bloom and the birds still chirp. As long as the world’s alive, Eurydice thinks, they might be alright. “He’s not planning on coming and getting you anytime soon, is he?”

[laytheweddingtable]

❛  i knew you before we met, and i didn’t even know you yet.  ❜ - @waitforme-imcoming // you did this. YOUUUUU DID THIS/SILLY

who are you?

[waitforme-imcoming]

"Oh- Uh- I'm Orpheus!" Fumbling with the newspaper flower in his hands, he thrusts it forward. "And you are..?"

[laytheweddingtable]

“Eurydice.” She inspects the flower, unimpressed. “Is there a reason you’re still staring at me?”

[waitforme-imcoming]

He's definitely starting to sweat now. "Your name is like a melody." Orpheus blurts, before smiling, "You're beautiful, has.. anyone ever told you that?"

[laytheweddingtable]

“A singer. Is that what you are?” Eurydice’s gaze was unrelenting, watching him like a hawk. “I’ve been told that before, yeah. It’s something men seem to notice a lot. Have you got anything other than any compliments? I’m just wondering.” She wondered if he thought she was that easy — if he thought he could present a paper flower and some sweet words and she’d fall into his arms like a girl who didn’t know any better. She wouldn’t — she couldn’t.

[waitforme-imcoming]

Orpheus' head bobs in an eager nod, his hand motioning to wherever he left his lyre last as his eyes shined. "I also play the lyre!" Undeterred by the wariness in her gaze, or the disdain in her words, his smile twitched into something more awkward, more bashful, as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I usually sing.. but if you're not the music type, I do poems as well!" He didn't realize how strongly he was coming on, the eagerness for a connection with her blinding him to how strange he must've seemed to approach a stranger in this sort of manner.

[laytheweddingtable]

“So you’re a poet,” Eurydice asserted, leaning forward, wholly focused on the words she said to him, “a liar, and a player too! How do you manage it all?” She’d been down this road before, knew the route like the back of her hand. Charming phrases and a pretty smile and everything falling apart soon after, leaving her discarded and alone. She was alone already, always had been. And was he seriously trying to come onto her in a train station, of all places? Her expression hardened as she leaned away, her tone entirely dismissive as she said, “I’ve met too many men like you.”

[waitforme-imcoming]

Orpheus' eyes widened in bewilderment, as if truly not expecting that sort of reaction from her, as he shook his head. "Oh- No- I'm not like that!" His hands fumbled before her, as if not knowing what to do with them exactly. He had never really attempted to charm anyone before, never had a muse before him that had his heart soaring like her.. Desperate for something to keep the conversation going, he leaned in closer, almost too close, as he looked at her. "You see, um.. I'm working on a song!" His expression turned bashful as he looked away once more, "It isn't finished yet, but when it's done, and when I sing it, spring will come again!" There was almost a dreamy quality to his voice as he threw his hands in the air, as if hoping she could see what he was imagining.

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice raised her eyebrows expectantly when he fumbled, ever patient. She had the time, of course, to sit here and watch him squirm. What surprised her was him leaning towards her. She leaned away immediately, though she kept her gaze on him as he explained his latest project. “Spring will come? When?” Her voice, which began harsh, softened out to a confused murmur as she continued, “I haven’t seen a spring or fall since… I can’t recall.” She chewed on her lip in contemplation, her gaze lifting to the imaginary world he’d painted with his hands. “So when you sing your song,” Eurydice began, “the one you’re working on, spring will come again. Yes?” She crossed her arms over her chest, fixing him with another look, tilting her chin up towards him in challenge. “Why don’t you sing it, then?”

[laytheweddingtable]

Anybody got a match?

[waitforme-imcoming]

Orpheus is fumbling and reaching into his apron. He is taking way too long to find a match. He will still keep trying anyway.

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice finds a match and lights her candle, shielding the flame with her hand. Only once it’s secure does she lower her fingers, glancing up at a boy in an apron for a split second before turning to watch the rest of the people in the station.

[waitforme-imcoming]

Orpheus' shoulders droop when he realizes he missed the chance, rocking on his feet for a moment before he reaches into his apron again. He finds his own matchbox, approaching her and clearing his throat. "Excuse me?" He holds it out, a nervous smile on his lips. "Have this.. in case your flame goes out."

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice’s eyes snapped up, her breath catching in her throat. A feeling washed over her, the strangest sensation. She knew him. She knew him. And yet, she couldn’t think of his name, or place his face, really. She reached forward, careful to touch only a single match that she lifted out of the box. Surely he didn’t want her to take the whole thing… did he? “Thanks,” she told him with a single nod. She couldn’t help the words that left her next, her eyes narrowed slightly in concentration as she studied his face.

“Do we know each other?”

[waitforme-imcoming]

Orpheus nodded, clearly oblivious to her inner turmoil as he kept smiling, the simple action of placing the matchbox on the table more than enough to show that yes, he absolutely did want her to take the whole thing. "Of course!" His voice was light, airy, almost melodic in the way that his words often were. At her question, his head tilted, confusion crossing over his expression as he quietly shook his head. "I don't believe so..? I'm certain I would remember someone like you." Although, even as he spoke, he became aware of his own feelings towards the situation.. That she was someone he had known before, despite never knowing her at all.

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice’s eyes flickered down to the matchbox, then back up to the man staring at her. He sounded so carefree — the opposite of how she usually felt. She took the box in her hands, slipping it into the pocket of her coat with another nod to him. “Sorry, I — I just thought you looked like someone I knew.” It was stupid. She knew better than to talk to strangers, to risk inviting them into her world. And yet. He didn’t seem to be that to her, not entirely a stranger. Sighing, she lifted the box back out, holding it out towards him. “You sure you can spare these? I just needed the one match. You don’t have to freeze tonight just because of me.” She knew what it was like to be out in the cold — it would be wrong to keep all of them for herself.

[waitforme-imcoming]

Orpheus beamed once she took the matchbox, chest puffing slightly with pride that his offering was accepted. His head shook in a reassuring gesture, his hands lifting slightly into the air as he looked at her. "It's alright, really! You also feel familiar.." His head tilted this way and that as he observed her, as if trying to place where he would know her from. It felt like it was on the tip of his tongue, like some unwritten melody just waiting to burst from his chest.. He looked back at the box when she held it out towards him, quick to shake his head and wave his hands in front of him. "Oh, it's fine, you should take them! I can always grab more anyway, I don't mind.." His hand rested over his heart as he looked at her, "In fact, it would be far more troubling if you went around freezing tonight.. So I insist you keep the matches!"

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice blinked once, hard. There it was again, that damn Déjà vu. It couldn’t have meant anything, just another strange feeling. At least it was something kind of warm, like a flower peeking through the stone, blooming in spite of the bitter cold. It was the opposite of the harsh wind, bitter and biting. It seemed he was the opposite of the wind too. “That’s… very kind,” Eurydice mumbled, though she did take the matches, running her fingers along the edges of the box. “Guess you’ll be expecting me to keep you warm tonight, right?” She’d shifted forward, an almost flirtatious edge tilting up her voice as she looked up at him. She knew how this went — give and take, an eye for an eye. Or in this case, a match for a match. A spark for a spark, maybe. “You’re looking kind of cold already.”

[laytheweddingtable]

Do you hear that sound? There’s a storm coming on…

[laytheweddingtable]

Anybody got a match?

[waitforme-imcoming]

Orpheus is fumbling and reaching into his apron. He is taking way too long to find a match. He will still keep trying anyway.

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice finds a match and lights her candle, shielding the flame with her hand. Only once it’s secure does she lower her fingers, glancing up at a boy in an apron for a split second before turning to watch the rest of the people in the station.

[waitforme-imcoming]

Orpheus' shoulders droop when he realizes he missed the chance, rocking on his feet for a moment before he reaches into his apron again. He finds his own matchbox, approaching her and clearing his throat. "Excuse me?" He holds it out, a nervous smile on his lips. "Have this.. in case your flame goes out."

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice’s eyes snapped up, her breath catching in her throat. A feeling washed over her, the strangest sensation. She knew him. She knew him. And yet, she couldn’t think of his name, or place his face, really. She reached forward, careful to touch only a single match that she lifted out of the box. Surely he didn’t want her to take the whole thing… did he? “Thanks,” she told him with a single nod. She couldn’t help the words that left her next, her eyes narrowed slightly in concentration as she studied his face.

“Do we know each other?”

[waitforme-imcoming]

Orpheus nodded, clearly oblivious to her inner turmoil as he kept smiling, the simple action of placing the matchbox on the table more than enough to show that yes, he absolutely did want her to take the whole thing. "Of course!" His voice was light, airy, almost melodic in the way that his words often were. At her question, his head tilted, confusion crossing over his expression as he quietly shook his head. "I don't believe so..? I'm certain I would remember someone like you." Although, even as he spoke, he became aware of his own feelings towards the situation.. That she was someone he had known before, despite never knowing her at all.

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice’s eyes flickered down to the matchbox, then back up to the man staring at her. He sounded so carefree — the opposite of how she usually felt. She took the box in her hands, slipping it into the pocket of her coat with another nod to him. “Sorry, I — I just thought you looked like someone I knew.” It was stupid. She knew better than to talk to strangers, to risk inviting them into her world. And yet. He didn’t seem to be that to her, not entirely a stranger. Sighing, she lifted the box back out, holding it out towards him. “You sure you can spare these? I just needed the one match. You don’t have to freeze tonight just because of me.” She knew what it was like to be out in the cold — it would be wrong to keep all of them for herself.

[laytheweddingtable]

❛  i knew you before we met, and i didn’t even know you yet.  ❜ - @waitforme-imcoming // you did this. YOUUUUU DID THIS/SILLY

who are you?

[waitforme-imcoming]

"Oh- Uh- I'm Orpheus!" Fumbling with the newspaper flower in his hands, he thrusts it forward. "And you are..?"

[laytheweddingtable]

“Eurydice.” She inspects the flower, unimpressed. “Is there a reason you’re still staring at me?”

[waitforme-imcoming]

He's definitely starting to sweat now. "Your name is like a melody." Orpheus blurts, before smiling, "You're beautiful, has.. anyone ever told you that?"

[laytheweddingtable]

“A singer. Is that what you are?” Eurydice’s gaze was unrelenting, watching him like a hawk. “I’ve been told that before, yeah. It’s something men seem to notice a lot. Have you got anything other than any compliments? I’m just wondering.” She wondered if he thought she was that easy — if he thought he could present a paper flower and some sweet words and she’d fall into his arms like a girl who didn’t know any better. She wouldn’t — she couldn’t.

[waitforme-imcoming]

Orpheus' head bobs in an eager nod, his hand motioning to wherever he left his lyre last as his eyes shined. "I also play the lyre!" Undeterred by the wariness in her gaze, or the disdain in her words, his smile twitched into something more awkward, more bashful, as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I usually sing.. but if you're not the music type, I do poems as well!" He didn't realize how strongly he was coming on, the eagerness for a connection with her blinding him to how strange he must've seemed to approach a stranger in this sort of manner.

[laytheweddingtable]

“So you’re a poet,” Eurydice asserted, leaning forward, wholly focused on the words she said to him, “a liar, and a player too! How do you manage it all?” She’d been down this road before, knew the route like the back of her hand. Charming phrases and a pretty smile and everything falling apart soon after, leaving her discarded and alone. She was alone already, always had been. And was he seriously trying to come onto her in a train station, of all places? Her expression hardened as she leaned away, her tone entirely dismissive as she said, “I’ve met too many men like you.”

[420technoblazeit]

oh boy i sure love this wind i sure hope it doesn't change

[laytheweddingtable]

Anybody got a match?

[waitforme-imcoming]

Orpheus is fumbling and reaching into his apron. He is taking way too long to find a match. He will still keep trying anyway.

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice finds a match and lights her candle, shielding the flame with her hand. Only once it’s secure does she lower her fingers, glancing up at a boy in an apron for a split second before turning to watch the rest of the people in the station.

[waitforme-imcoming]

Orpheus' shoulders droop when he realizes he missed the chance, rocking on his feet for a moment before he reaches into his apron again. He finds his own matchbox, approaching her and clearing his throat. "Excuse me?" He holds it out, a nervous smile on his lips. "Have this.. in case your flame goes out."

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice’s eyes snapped up, her breath catching in her throat. A feeling washed over her, the strangest sensation. She knew him. She knew him. And yet, she couldn’t think of his name, or place his face, really. She reached forward, careful to touch only a single match that she lifted out of the box. Surely he didn’t want her to take the whole thing… did he? “Thanks,” she told him with a single nod. She couldn’t help the words that left her next, her eyes narrowed slightly in concentration as she studied his face.

“Do we know each other?”

[laytheweddingtable]

❛  i knew you before we met, and i didn’t even know you yet.  ❜ - @waitforme-imcoming // you did this. YOUUUUU DID THIS/SILLY

who are you?

[waitforme-imcoming]

"Oh- Uh- I'm Orpheus!" Fumbling with the newspaper flower in his hands, he thrusts it forward. "And you are..?"

[laytheweddingtable]

“Eurydice.” She inspects the flower, unimpressed. “Is there a reason you’re still staring at me?”

[waitforme-imcoming]

He's definitely starting to sweat now. "Your name is like a melody." Orpheus blurts, before smiling, "You're beautiful, has.. anyone ever told you that?"

[laytheweddingtable]

“A singer. Is that what you are?” Eurydice’s gaze was unrelenting, watching him like a hawk. “I’ve been told that before, yeah. It’s something men seem to notice a lot. Have you got anything other than any compliments? I’m just wondering.” She wondered if he thought she was that easy — if he thought he could present a paper flower and some sweet words and she’d fall into his arms like a girl who didn’t know any better. She wouldn’t — she couldn’t.

[laytheweddingtable]

❛  i knew you before we met, and i didn’t even know you yet.  ❜ - @waitforme-imcoming // you did this. YOUUUUU DID THIS/SILLY

who are you?

[waitforme-imcoming]

"Oh- Uh- I'm Orpheus!" Fumbling with the newspaper flower in his hands, he thrusts it forward. "And you are..?"

[laytheweddingtable]

“Eurydice.” She inspects the flower, unimpressed. “Is there a reason you’re still staring at me?”

[laytheweddingtable]

Anybody got a match?

[waitforme-imcoming]

Orpheus is fumbling and reaching into his apron. He is taking way too long to find a match. He will still keep trying anyway.

[laytheweddingtable]

Eurydice finds a match and lights her candle, shielding the flame with her hand. Only once it’s secure does she lower her fingers, glancing up at a boy in an apron for a split second before turning to watch the rest of the people in the station.