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hermes: what do you say when you answer the phone?

persephone: what up?

eurydice: who dis be?

orpheus: no, she’s dead, this is her son.

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[ @sonofamuse

And away from town, from the only home the young girl went. It had taken time to gather enough money to join this voyage and survive but here she was. Off to somewhere new. No matter how hard the sea ahead of her would be Eurydice was prepared, if only restless in her excitement and curiosity.

The night came and most of the sailors were asleep, save for the woman who sat on the deck, lying on her side as she stared at the stars reflecting in the rushing water, relaxed, at least until the water was disrupted. Confused about what it was, Eurydice reached down with an oar to fish the object out, confused, disappointed though mostly curious as she set it down on the deck to dry, looking out to the rushing waves for a ship wreck.

sonofamuse

Orpheus had had his life ‘dabbled in’ by the gods far more times than he would have liked by this point, so it really was just a wish that they would have stepped back once he died too. He was not lucky like that. It wasn’t that he regretted climbing aboard the Argo, or that he regretted agreeing to go on that quest, but perhaps it would have been fair of him had he considered denying Jason when he asked Orpheus to come.

He didn’t know how nor did he know why but he knew he had ended up off the ship and he ended up no longer alive (his guess was that it was sirens or Poseidon, but he wasn’t going to voice that while his soul was still over the seas). He knew that he seemed to be somewhat forced to follow something, though in the water and in the dark he couldn’t tell, that is, until another ship came near and someone pulled his notebook out of the water and he was forced to follow. “It’s too dark to see anything.” He doubted she would hear but he felt as talkative in death as he had been in life. “And with any luck, the Argo will have carried on. I’m hoping it has.”

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The quiet is what Eurydice is used to. The soft call of the waves. It was lonely, but that was what Eurydice was used to. It was comfortable in it’s own strange way. Maybe because it was what was familiar, it was what she had known since she was a young girl who hopped her first boat. Boat were something that she knew, the sea and water was, even if none believed her.

Her finger was oh so gently running over the soaked spine when she had heard a voice that had caught her attention, Eurydice about dropping the thing as she was quick to turn on her heels in search for the voice. It was like the voice had called, though, it was dark. “ Who is there? “ The book was tucked behind her back, defenses strong in case this turned out to be a confrontation, in case this was somewhat valuable. Who knows whose notebook this was. She just needed to get a peak inside, learn more, then she could twist her own story so that she could make a few dollars. That or it would make for some light reading. That being said, it would have to wait until she knew where this man was and he had stood down. That and what the hell he meant by the Argo. “ Speak your intentions. I know how to fight and I am not afraid to do so. “

sonofamuse

Orpheus held up his hands as though she could actually do him any harm. It was ridiculous and he knew it but he kind of hoped that she didn’t. “I have no intentions, nor do I wish to fight.” The voice was as soft as before but a bit of amusement crept in when he noticed her hiding his book behind her back. “I do hope the ocean didn’t ruin that, it took a while to write. Please don’t drop it back in the water, I really don’t want to have to follow it.”

He doubted she would with how protective she seemed to be over the book but he did still worry. He wasn’t quite sure he was attached to it but he sure as hell didn’t want to be separated from it. It wasn’t quite his life’s work but it was the closest he had to such a thing and he didn’t want to lose that. Didn’t want the gods to take that away too.

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Eurydice relaxes a bit upon seeing the other though his figure truly is hard to make out. It’s dark. It’s cold outside. What she sees in a pale man who looks like they say. Her shoulder’s relax and she offers a small smile. “ … Forgive me. Instincts are… all you have when you have traveled for so long. “ Especially for a woman, one of her height as well. She had to be careful. Ridiculous as it was. Even so, she was not quite ready or expecting.

“ … this… is this yours? “ She looks down at the book in her hand, holding it a bit closer. It didn’t make sense, not at all. “ It was in the water… did you drop it? “ Was he just some clumsy new sailor who had somehow lost his loot? Follow it… would he dive in to go and grab it? It didn’t make sense… “ What is in here that is so valuable to you? “ Would it be worth coin that he would trade for it?

sonofamuse

“I understand. I don’t blame you. Instincts are important, especially this late at night.” He put his hands down when it seemed like she no longer considered him a threat.

“Uh... something like that, I assume. I’m not really sure how it ended up in the water, I just know that it did.” The space during which he moved from alive and on the Argo to dead and off of it was not exactly clear to him, but he didn’t want to explain that to her yet/ no need to scare her.

“It’s nothing that would be worth much to anything but myself and perhaps my mother, if she cared to look.”

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[ @sonofamuse

And away from town, from the only home the young girl went. It had taken time to gather enough money to join this voyage and survive but here she was. Off to somewhere new. No matter how hard the sea ahead of her would be Eurydice was prepared, if only restless in her excitement and curiosity.

The night came and most of the sailors were asleep, save for the woman who sat on the deck, lying on her side as she stared at the stars reflecting in the rushing water, relaxed, at least until the water was disrupted. Confused about what it was, Eurydice reached down with an oar to fish the object out, confused, disappointed though mostly curious as she set it down on the deck to dry, looking out to the rushing waves for a ship wreck.

sonofamuse

Orpheus had had his life ‘dabbled in’ by the gods far more times than he would have liked by this point, so it really was just a wish that they would have stepped back once he died too. He was not lucky like that. It wasn’t that he regretted climbing aboard the Argo, or that he regretted agreeing to go on that quest, but perhaps it would have been fair of him had he considered denying Jason when he asked Orpheus to come.

He didn’t know how nor did he know why but he knew he had ended up off the ship and he ended up no longer alive (his guess was that it was sirens or Poseidon, but he wasn’t going to voice that while his soul was still over the seas). He knew that he seemed to be somewhat forced to follow something, though in the water and in the dark he couldn’t tell, that is, until another ship came near and someone pulled his notebook out of the water and he was forced to follow. “It’s too dark to see anything.” He doubted she would hear but he felt as talkative in death as he had been in life. “And with any luck, the Argo will have carried on. I’m hoping it has.”

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The quiet is what Eurydice is used to. The soft call of the waves. It was lonely, but that was what Eurydice was used to. It was comfortable in it’s own strange way. Maybe because it was what was familiar, it was what she had known since she was a young girl who hopped her first boat. Boat were something that she knew, the sea and water was, even if none believed her.

Her finger was oh so gently running over the soaked spine when she had heard a voice that had caught her attention, Eurydice about dropping the thing as she was quick to turn on her heels in search for the voice. It was like the voice had called, though, it was dark. “ Who is there? “ The book was tucked behind her back, defenses strong in case this turned out to be a confrontation, in case this was somewhat valuable. Who knows whose notebook this was. She just needed to get a peak inside, learn more, then she could twist her own story so that she could make a few dollars. That or it would make for some light reading. That being said, it would have to wait until she knew where this man was and he had stood down. That and what the hell he meant by the Argo. “ Speak your intentions. I know how to fight and I am not afraid to do so. “

sonofamuse

Orpheus held up his hands as though she could actually do him any harm. It was ridiculous and he knew it but he kind of hoped that she didn’t. “I have no intentions, nor do I wish to fight.” The voice was as soft as before but a bit of amusement crept in when he noticed her hiding his book behind her back. “I do hope the ocean didn’t ruin that, it took a while to write. Please don’t drop it back in the water, I really don’t want to have to follow it.”

He doubted she would with how protective she seemed to be over the book but he did still worry. He wasn’t quite sure he was attached to it but he sure as hell didn’t want to be separated from it. It wasn’t quite his life’s work but it was the closest he had to such a thing and he didn’t want to lose that. Didn’t want the gods to take that away too.

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“ you’re early “

“ i missed you “

#sad boy hours

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[ @sonofamuse

And away from town, from the only home the young girl went. It had taken time to gather enough money to join this voyage and survive but here she was. Off to somewhere new. No matter how hard the sea ahead of her would be Eurydice was prepared, if only restless in her excitement and curiosity.

The night came and most of the sailors were asleep, save for the woman who sat on the deck, lying on her side as she stared at the stars reflecting in the rushing water, relaxed, at least until the water was disrupted. Confused about what it was, Eurydice reached down with an oar to fish the object out, confused, disappointed though mostly curious as she set it down on the deck to dry, looking out to the rushing waves for a ship wreck.

sonofamuse

Orpheus had had his life ‘dabbled in’ by the gods far more times than he would have liked by this point, so it really was just a wish that they would have stepped back once he died too. He was not lucky like that. It wasn’t that he regretted climbing aboard the Argo, or that he regretted agreeing to go on that quest, but perhaps it would have been fair of him had he considered denying Jason when he asked Orpheus to come.

He didn’t know how nor did he know why but he knew he had ended up off the ship and he ended up no longer alive (his guess was that it was sirens or Poseidon, but he wasn’t going to voice that while his soul was still over the seas). He knew that he seemed to be somewhat forced to follow something, though in the water and in the dark he couldn’t tell, that is, until another ship came near and someone pulled his notebook out of the water and he was forced to follow. “It’s too dark to see anything.” He doubted she would hear but he felt as talkative in death as he had been in life. “And with any luck, the Argo will have carried on. I’m hoping it has.”

“Care to switch heights?”

“ ‘Rydice, I love you, you know this, but I absolutely cannot imagine being your height. Or you being my height.” Orpheus laughed.

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short tall sentence starters

short

“stupid…!…jar..! come here already!”

“who the heck put that way up there? grr!”

“where is the stool…? oof! if only i was two centimeters taller!”

“i swear to god, if you are laughing at me because i can’t reach i will punch your face”

“are you…laughing at me? well, let you know that I’m closer to your bottom. be careful, jackass.”

“eek! p-p-please! don’t laugh at me!”

“is it bad that i want to chop people’s legs if they were taller than me?”

“Tsk…stupid tall guy/girl.”

“hey, hey, turn for a bit….yeah….and done. What? your back looks like a good table.”

“Hey! come down a bit. My neck hurts.”

“Don’t you dare bend to talk to me.”

“Oh my god! Are you okay? You hit your head hard…heh guess i wouldn’t know the feeling since i am…short.”

“HAHAHA! YOU HIT YOUR HEAD! ARE YOU BLIND?!”

“Aah…it feels great to see a tall person hit their head like that. Satisfying.”

“Damn..that must have hurt. Are you okay?”

“Hey! watch it! what are you? a raging bull? look where you are walking before you bump into people!”

“Ouch! I-I’m sorry..I was in the way. You probably didn’t see me…”

“Can you….get that for me? Please…?”

“Oh, oh! Can you help me? I was trying to get that over there.”

“….Listen, just pick that up and shut up.”

“Ughh just get it already!”

“Thank you for picking it for me!”

“Thanks, I guess…for reaching to pick that up.”

“Gah! shut up! thanks, okay? Happy? tall jerk.”

“Oh! I can get that! It is easy for me!”

“….are you asking me to crawl in there just because i’m short?”

“you did not call me just so i can be your santa little helper, did you?”

“Just because i am short does not mean i am not scared of closed places and dark ones! i cannot go in there!”

“Y-you gonna lift me up?! N-no, it is ok! i can see just fine!”

“Don’t you dare lift me up.”

“Can you lift me up? I am trying to pick up [item] from there.”

“Hey, lift me up! Quickly!”

“I was trying to reach for that–huh? lift me up?….sure. I think…”

“Whoa! The view is amazing here! I’m staying. Nope. I’m not going down.”

“P-please, put me down ….n-now.”

“Are you planning to keep holding me up for a long time?”

“Hey, tall handsome/beautiful~”

“Wow….so tall….”

“Tch…that height is not bad.”

“Care to switch heights?”

“It is my dream to be swept by a tall guy/girl like you~”

“i like it when I fit in your hug…”

“I-it’s creepy how you can …hold me like that.”

“This is my place. mine. I sit here. On your lap. I fit. No complains.”

Tall

“need help with that? i can pick it up for you.”

“let me reach and..here you go.”

“Hahaha, i’m sorry. you just looked so funny trying to reach for that.”

“Pft–sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to laugh at you. your height problem is not a laughing matter.”

“I was not laughing at you, I was …uh, admiring your determination.”

“Yeah, right I was laughing! Are you an idiot? How can you reach with these baby legs?”

“Whoa! where did you come from?! i didn’t see you.”

“I’m sorry! I was not paying attention. I’m sorry again for bumping into you.”

“A-are you okay?! you fell from there! You could have asked for help.”

“–pft ahaha! you can’t even stand on a stool! Shorty!”

“hey, shorty, what are you doing?”

“Pipsqueak came, what’s up?”

“Here comes tiny. What are you up to?”

“Can i lift you? this way you can reach up.”

“Lift you…up? sure. i can do that.”

“E-eh? lift you up? i don’t think i have the strength but…i can try…”

“No way!! I will not lift you up!”

“What will you do for me if i lift you up, eh?”

“I may be tall but that does not mean im strong.”

“are you trying to…climb over my head?”

“Can you see? How about I hoist you up?”

“…..if you wish…i can…carry you on my shoulders…”

“Uh, can you get down already? my back hurts.”

“Someone likes it up there too much…”

“You are so going to give me a massage after this…”

“Hey, cuddleable.”

“You know what i like about you? I can use you as my armrest.”

“You are so adorable, small and huggable.”

“I’m glad I can wrap my arms around you.”

“Heh, you are adorable. Do you like it sitting on my lap like that?”

“You know, it is great that you are shorter. i can rest my chin on your head.”

“I could use you as a weight lift.”

“I could pick you with one arm for sure.”

“Hey, crawl in there. You fit in there, shorty.”

“Did you just…came out of that window? How..?”

“How old are you? W-what?! you are as old as me?! Impossible!”

“Huh..I figured you would be older than you look.”

“Do all short people look mad 24/7?”

“Why are you kicking my legs? I am not going to get shorter by that.”

“Ouch! oww…my head…stupid door frame!”

“Oof–! A-almost…bashed my head into a wall…”

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Orpheus had not moved. He hadn't even really looked away, eyes trained on the spot where she had been and he had ruined it all. He had made her walk through hell and just a moment before it would have all been worth it, he had ruined it. "I... I lost her..." He said quietly when he heard the quiet steps coming up near him. "I- We were so close..." (Sonofamuse)

{ @sonofamuse }

he hadn’t been a good father. there wasn’t time to be a good father, but that was no excuse. hermes had done well, apollo had watched, seen the boy, his boy. sunshine, warmth. and he lived up to it. he was he and his mother’s child, he was going to bring the world back into tune. he was going to fix an old love. and he had. his own love though… well… he had said it…. and they all had watched from golden chairs up in olympus.

foolish as it was, while others drank, laughed at their bets, the sun god had a job to do, his work being more useful… but his instincts first led him to the boy. quickly. without hesitation, hoping that he would be long gone… heartbroken when he finds that he has not. he says nothing, though, nor does he reach to touch him. instead he kneels with him at the boys side.

“ … you did the very best that you could orpheus. “ the voice is warm, smooth, but… sad. no… heartbroken. the spring sun shines properly and yet he is crushed. “ she knows it. everyone does… “ but why didn’t he? and why did he feel the strange tug of remembrance, of recall, a memory all too similar to this hitting him causing him to swallow and wait. not moving.

takealook-fall

that was a fair point. all of what he said was a good point and for another man or god, they would have just nodded, said something along the lines of what a point that was and that would be that. apollo was not tat man, he couldn’t be that man. even when he tried, it wasn’t who he was deep down.

“ that isn’t the point. “ the god shook is head. “ the point is that you loved and you tried. and you succeeded. and wherever she is, she knows that as well as i. she’s proud and thankful for you. for the sun above. “ bitter as she might be now, he was certain that someday she’d see the light.

a hand reaches to the grass, fumbling with the earth that had once been a backroad. strange… unnatural… but perhaps this place could be beautiful now. give life. a small hum leaves his mouth at the thought and at the boys words, the happier ones hitting him. “ you asked her to marry you before truly knowing her? when? “

sonofamuse

“When we met… she came into the bar and I… just fell in love. Hermes suggested I go talk to her but specifically said not to come on too strong… so I asked her to come home with me and then she asked who I was and I said I would be the one to marry her and gods, I am so lucky she didn’t just smack the hell out of me just then.” He chuckled softly and god, it hurt to remember but t felt better than staying sad about it.

“I- I think she found it funny, more than anything… And then I showed her the song and it wasn’t done but she didn’t make fun of it.” He continued picking at the ground, mostly to give his hands something to do that wasn’t mess with the instrument that he at least somewhat blamed for what happened. It was illogical and he knew it, but he would get over it eventually. It hurt less to blame an object instead of himself.

takealook-fall

apollo busies himself in toying with flowers that they have laid out, weaving them into the grass, into boquets, into anything, just trying to busy his hands and do something- anything. it helped him process all of this. his plight. what he thought of her. it reminded him of the love that stood out above all others in his life. it made him think of the many loves he’d fallen into, the one that stood up above all others. it brought a smile, however small, to her face.

“ did she? then and there go home with you? “ there was curiosity there, wanting to know and understand what the other had gone through. “ she sounds lovely, orpheus. truly. good humor. good light. good attitude. “ the god relaxed a little or, at the very late he relaxed. “ the song… did write too? what was she like? the song… “ this mystical song. “ where did you learn to play? how long did it take you? “ should… should he have been there for that too?

sonofamuse

“It took a bit more convincing to come home with me but it eventually worked. She agreed to marry me too.” He smiled faintly. “She was lovely… she wasn’t really a music person in the same way I am, but she never said I should stop doing it, which is far better than some other people I’ve ever even had a crush on.” He said, a faint, sad smile on his face. He liked remembering these things. It had gotten him through the walk there, almost got him back.

At the questions about his music, his hand went to the fretboard, “My mom taught me. I was really young… it’s- I guess it’s easier to learn when you’re that young, but I didn’t get any good until I was a teenager, I think.”

takealook-fall

“ that might be a good thing. the best things tend to take a bit of time. “ he’d learned that the hard way. there it was, the smile. apollo much preferred it, guilt and sadness was not fun. it was something that seemed a bit more real, something that shown more on “ she sounds lovely, orpheus. “ he smiled a little, eyes looking down as he tried to place it all, figure out what all he could say. what questions would push too far or make things worse.

a frown fits his face hearing him talk about calliope though it’s a subtle sort of thing. he makes certain that it won’t stay all too long. “ yes… but you kept with it too. think that’s what counts. “ knowing who his mother and father were that wasn’t all too surprising. “ you write any other songs? “

sonofamuse

“She was lovely. I don’t think there’s anyone else I would’ve walked into hell for… All the stories I could get Hermes to tell of that place and none of them were close to what it was….” He said, voice soft. He’d known it was by all likely not a kind place, he’d heard all the legends of what came after death, but… a part of him, after having met the light and life that was Lady Persephone, had assumed there would be more than just the sadness.

“I kept with it because it kept me close to my family. Even if they couldn’t be there.” There was nothing harsh in his voice, the same softness as before. Really, he wasn’t upset that Hermes had taken over in raising him, nor was he upset that Hermes had to. He wasn’t quite sure if things would have gone well had he actually been raised by a god and a muse. “I’ve written a few others, mostly poems that just happen to have music to it… stories, things like that…”

takealook-fall

apollo nodded a little. “ i’ve been there. once or twice. don’t go too often. get a drink with the lady persephone sometimes. try and help her make something grow. “ a little light could do wonders for some plants. only in the winter, though, when the sun was no needed and the wind gods took over. the gods of chill. “ it’s a nightmare but… well hopefully it will be improving. with your song. maybe the pair will work together now. make it some place for the shades to be more happy. “ it was light, false hope perhaps, but hope that apollo liked none the less. “ i’ll look for her when i go down. “

despite the lack of harshness, apollo bit his lip, a pang of sadness hitting him. it was now his turn to avoid the boy’s eyes. “ yes. quite a good reason to keep playing and wonderful things to write songs about. it’s a good way to teach lessons and these stories. “ especially now that the gods slowly became less like gods and more like the wealthy, tending to the people when it was seen most fit. he didn’t mind not being worshiped all too much anymore but it was strange. “ do you have a favorite? “ he asked, still trying to keep things light.

sonofamuse

“It’ll probably take a while for that… at least until fall… well at least til fall for them to even try. She tends to spend a lot of the summer at the bar. Likes to talk to Hermes, tell stories… all the regulars love her,” he said as though it’s remotely a surprise that everyone loves the goddess of spring. She was loud and brash and a bit much at times but she brought so much joy that everyone missed her when she had to return to the underworld.

“Achilles and Patroclus. Their story is a nice one to tell… I wrote a few little short things about Persephone, mostly just funny ones to make her laugh or make Eurydice laugh…” he said, absently humming a random tune from one of the jokes he’d written for Persephone. “There’s one from the wedding… haven’t sung it in a while because it was mostly for Eurydice, but I liked that a lot…”

takealook-fall

apollo bits his lip and nods. it isn’t fucking fair. hades and persephone get a chance. orpheus and eurydice? they got a test. they were kids, they were just starting and it was all that they received. after everything the two of them had done… the sun god had half the mind to storm down to hades and tell him to give the girl back but it might had been much too late. deals had already been signed, no doubt. it was already over. so lost in his own mind, he almost paid them no mind, simply nodded. lady persephone was warmth, of course people liked her. hopefully people would be able to work with her for the changes now, both above and below.

once more, he zones out on what most of his son says, that was until one simple word was uttered. “ wedding? “ he tilted his head. “ you two got married? “ he knew of their love, it shined bright, brighter than his own sun, he would dare to say, but he didn’t know about this. “ when? was.. was it a long one? traditional? “ something quiet perhaps. “ if you want to talk of it, of course. “ if the memories weren’t too painful, the last thing he wanted to do was to force him to remember.

sonofamuse

“Mhm. A little while after she and I started dating properly. Wasn’t a real big one or anything, but it was still nice. Still worked for us both.” He nodded, “Lady Persephone and Hermes were there.” Orpheus hadn’t even thought about it in a while, so caught up in getting her back, but it was a favorite thing to remember.

“Even up to the wedding, I was trying to convince her it would go okay, that things would end up okay.”

takealook-fall

apollo’s face somehow fell further. especially as orpheus continued talking. “ i wish i could have been there. seen it more than i am imagining it. “ he smiled softly at the other, biting his lip and looking down to the ground. so many regrets had filled him now. he should have come sooner but it was all too late. the sun god swallowed a little, trying to figure what more he could say,

“ you did everything you could, orpheus-” words that were just that. words, some that the man doubted he would take all too kindly but he tried. “ she knows it as well as i do. “

sonofamuse

“It really wasn’t much to imagine. It was simple and I’m not sure that Eurydice would have had it any other way. She was rather skeptical of the idea as it was.” He said. He truly didn’t mind that it was simple, he had Eurydice there and that had been all he needed.

“I... I did what I could but I didn’t do enough. And I know she would say I did everything I could too because she was stubborn and I love her for that but it doesn’t change that I’m why she was ever down there in the first place, and I’m why she’s still down there.” He wasn’t crying anymore but the defeat was still in his voice.