prince.

a man who dreams of better. of a life with a happy family, of a partner who will love him, and a day where he'll never have to fight for his life. but when he turns, he's met with nothingness.

[orpheuxmiyamto]

about . family . musing . paras . tasks . 

[orpheuxmiyamto]

gaelepimelides·:

“Oh, I love Kiki’s.” He had been there a couple of times, but both times were good enough for him to want to go again. Plus, who didn’t like when food was different. He couldn’t exactly live off of just falafels. “I wonder what she’ll have on the menu today. I’ve heard it changes all the time.”

“You’ve had it before?” Thank God, Orpheus was a little worried there. “I have no idea but I’m excited. No matter what they make, I’m sure it’ll be amazing.”

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asterxalseides·:

“What is it about her that displeases you?” Aster asked, confused as to what Orpheus’ issue with Eurydice could be. “She is well proportioned and visually appealing: inquisitive, intelligent. You could be so fortunate as to mate with someone like her.”  The dryad was beginning to get a bit miffed with the human, he didn’t understand why Orpheus wasn’t interested in Eurydice when she was clearly leagues beyond him. Aster scratched his chin, this was quite the mystery. 

“Nothing about her displeases me, it’s just--” He took a deep breath, his annoyance from earlier slowly leaving his body. If anything, Eurydice was perfect, a bit strange, but that made her perfect in her own way. The problem didn’t lie with her, the problem was Orpheus. “I don’t live here, Aster. I’m only in Greece for a few more months before I head back to Japan. It’ll be pointless to get into a relationship with Eurydice or anyone really.”

[orpheuxmiyamto]

eurydicekouris·:

“This big man reminds me of Aster.” This Witcher on the Netflix, she sits on Orpheus’s couch, her legs folded beneath her. There is a cosiness to the place that she wishes to emulate with the dryad’s own dwelling. But so far, that place lacks him, and while she cares dearly for her fellow trees, the mortal’s home is devoid of the usual noise that accompanies them. It is also another one of those ‘dates’, Eurydice thinks, her hands curled around a mug of coffee. It is getting colder and so the local shops have brought out a ‘fall menu’ and the idea delights her that they’d change for the seasons. @orpheuxmiyamto·

“You think so?” He could somewhat see it, though, it was probably because both were extremely muscular. But that was about it. Though, he couldn’t really think much about the similarities between Aster and the character on the screen, not when Eurydice sat so close to him. After their last date, he was in his head. Unable to focus entirely on his research, both at home or in the library, he just went back to thinking about that day. Because he didn’t know what to do or how to handle the situation. Not like it was his first time dealing with feelings but it was different. Back then, it was a confession that happened first before he ended up dating a person. Of someone asking him to meet them behind a building or on their way home-- he knew that the other person liked him because they made it clear. Eurydice never did, she just asked if this was a date and he said yes. That was it. “Maybe the guy is his long lost brother or something.”

[bubbagumps]

[casperhahn]

@orpheuxmiyamto & @eurydicekouris

[buffysummers]

Make Me Choose → @faithlesbihane asked: Fred or Oz?

[orpheuxmiyamto]

eurydicekouris·:

Her eyes take in their hands, brows furrowed just a little, but she gets it, it feels more comfortable, more natural. Eurydice gives a nod of her head to show that she understands and then she’s sipping from her coffee in her other hand, the ice in it clinking together pleasantly. “Is this alright?” She wants to remark that it is a nice day, like she sees so many of the mortals do, and yet she is filled with…Unsteadiness? He has not rebuffed her, his hand is in hers, he’d adjusted it even to be more comfortable. She is not quite sure what this means, her and Aristaeus didn’t do such things. Their affection had been with words, with the little gifts they gave each other. She’d given Casper a ring, perhaps she needed to do the same thing with Orpheus. Her first question hangs in the air and she’s quick to fire another, her voice a tad shyer. “Do you like gifts?” The mortals spoke of love languages now on the television, on the twitter, that kind of thing.

He nodded his head. “Yeah, this is fine.” There was comfort and ease that came with holding her hand, but there was also doubt and confusion. Doubt would always live within him, confusion because he didn’t know what this meant. Mainly thinking about himself, Orpheus needed time to pick apart his brain to figure out what Eurydice meant to him, if anything. There had to be something if he was willing to walk around the forest with her hand in his. “I do,” he answered. “Why? Are you going to buy me something?”

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asterxalseides·:

“Oh.” Aster understood perfectly well now, poor Eurydice had befriended yet another homosexual. Much like himself and Gael, Orpheus preferred the company of men. “I see.” The dryad nodded, “Fortunate you were born into this century, gays are well accepted now. When I was newly sprouted it was allowed but was considered… juvenile. Something boys outgrew when they became men.” He sighed. “But I never did.” Still he did his duty for the Gods, fathered sons and daughters - demigods who went on to be kings and queens and heroes of Greece. “You could always adopt.”

Orpheus thought that Aster finally understood him, it finally clicking that Orpheus and Eurydice were just friends. But unfortunately, that wasn’t the case as it lead Aster to another wrong conclusion. “What? Aster no--” This could’ve been a touching moment, Aster sharing a bit about himself-- which was nice-- but not when the other still didn’t get it. “I’m not gay, I mean, I do like men. But I also like women.” Anyone really. “I’m just not dating Eurydice, nor am I sleeping with her,” he explained. “And please stop bringing up children, I’m not ready to have any, or to even think about having any.” 

[orpheuxmiyamto]

hektorsoteira·:

@orpheuxmiyamto·

Finding creatures to do his bidding was easy enough, but Hektor just liked to be picky. In fact, he was almost too picky that he’d been somewhat wandering around all day, finally catching sight of a vampire that would do well enough. Walking up beside Orpheus, he looked down at the little bit of market goods the other had been standing in front of. “Cute shop, isn’t it? I hear she makes dolls for orphans. I also hear she murders parents so she has more orphans to get money for.”

He had formed a routine since arriving in Corinth. Weekdays spent inside of a library with books that surrounded and towered over him, two cups of coffee on his right side, and his notes to his left. Then his laptop was in the middle, his fingers typing away various points that would be used for the final piece. Those days were stressful and made him question his father’s interest in study. But then there was the weekend, which brought time spent with friends and going to the market. Orpheus hovered one person’s goods, eyes on the handmade dolls. His sister was too old for dolls but he was sure that the teenager would appreciate something like this. So lost in thought, he didn’t notice the other standing beside him until they started talking. “Oh! Oh…” It was such a random thing to say that Orpheus wasn’t sure how to take it, standing there for a few seconds before he weakly smiled. “Nice joke.” A beat, the smile dropping. “Unless you’re not then, uh, well--” Awkward.

[dark-academia-in-russia]

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gaelepimelides·:

“Really? Well, what would you prefer?” The falafels had merely spoken to Gael. Ever since he had tried his first one, he couldn’t stop shoveling them into his mouth. But Orpheus was right. He needed to try other things. “Aren’t there a few places to eat around here?”

“We can still go get something to eat, I am hungry,” he said. “How about Kiki’s? I’ve tried their stuff once and I liked it a lot.” 

[orpheuxmiyamto]

casperhahn·:

The beauty was in the eye of the beholder, as they say, and the phrase fluttered into Casper’s mind as the man spoke. Maybe it was meant to come off as more modest. “Seems pretty useful then,” a gentle shrug fell from his shoulders that followed a chuckle. Especially given what the stranger was suggesting, being here for research purposes obviously meant he learned the Greek tongue because of it. “No— I’m not from here,” bits of his southern twang gave him away, “Just here on business.”

“Then we’re both the same,” he said. “Not from here but we’re here for business.” Orpheus wondered if the other had an expiration date like he did. He held out his free hand for a shake. “I’m Orpheus, you are?” 

[orpheuxmiyamto]

emilyschwcrz·:

@orpheuxmiyamto·

     “So, where are we going today?” It had turned out to be really nice to have someone to explore the city with, and Orpheus had turned out to be an excellent explorer friend. “I was thinking we could check out the cliffs, or go and find some Dolmades?”

“How about Dolmades first then check out the cliffs?” He said, combining the two. “I have free time today to do both.” 

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henryfitzgercld·:

@orpheuxmiyamto·

     “So how is the teaching going?” Henry had never made many friends in the other teachers – Pete had been one of the only ones he connected with. Many of his colleagues often thought he was boring because he was into history, or crazy because he taught occultism. “Did you have any break throughs? Any student finally tell you how much you helped them?”

“Oh, I didn’t tell you?” He asked. “I’m on a break for a few months.” To be here in Greece and complete his father’s research. “I teach back in Japan so I’m far from my students but they still email me if they need anything.” 

[orpheuxmiyamto]

callypso·:

A meager human holds the coffee shop door for her and she had just apparated through the rain, appearing as if she was always there on rain soaked sidewalks. She wishes to darken the sky completely, to have it be the color of the fierce sea. “Thank you, hopefully your manners will protect you in this town.”

“Oh, uh, I hope so too?” How exactly should he respond to that? He wasn’t sure. “But I’m just doing something that any other person would do.” 

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adelaidevidalis·:

She snaps her fingers together once he recites her last name as if they’re on jeopardy and he just got the correct answer. “You got it, that’s it.” Pep is clearly missing from her voice, she’s as deadpan as ever and hopes that the generational questions won’t spill over from father to son. 

“You guys are rich, right?” A lot of old money he heard, must be nice. His mother was a stay at home mother and his father a professor-- not much money there. “When was the last time you saw him?” His father. 

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asterxalseides·:

“Your lunch was indeed puny, like one fit for a mouse.” Aster said with a big laugh that filled the room, “Why would you not want to win her affections?” If this man’s intentions were not to marry Eurydice then what were his intentions? “She is not some whore that you can simply bed and be done with, your children will be demigods and this shack is far too small to raise a family of future kings and queens.” 

“Now that’s just an exaggeration.” Maybe compared to Aster it was small but not to Orpheus. He also doesn’t answer the other’s question, not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t know how to. There was nothing wrong with Eurydice, he just... wasn’t sure about anything. Nor was he thinking much about romantic or sexual partners. “I never said that she was a whore, nor did I say we were sleeping together.” Did Eurydice say that to Aster and if so, why? There was a lot to unpack there and the demigods part stuck out to Orpheus, though, he chose to ignore it. “Listen, I know that this place is small but it isn’t my actual home. I’m not even from here,” he said. “And raising children with Eurydice... that has never been on my mind, or her’s, because we’re not together.”