Wait, during the start of ‘Wait for Me (Reprise)’, Orpheus is subdued. His voice is quiet, flat, you can already see the regret and pain on his face. You can see and hear that his heart isnt in it.
He means what he’s saying, ‘wait for me, Im comming’ because he will find Eurydice again. He will always find her. He will never stop trying. But he knows this attempt is doomed, that it wont turn out this time.
But he goes along with it because Eurydice is finally trusting that someone will take care of her, she finally has hope and he cant bring himself to take that from her until the very last moment
Orpheus is singing ‘wait for me’ as in wait for me in the next cycle, wait for me in the next life, wait for me to be strong enough, wait for me to get it right
It may not turn out this time but it will one day. Wait for me, wait for that day
Love your tags about Steve and Bucky sparring together. I've always imagined this scene where the two of them are sparring and the other avengers are watching. At first they're fascinated, getting to see the two supersoldiers go at it. But then things get more . . . intense. The tension, the way they touch each other - quickly the others feel like they're intruding on something they shouldn't.
It's nothing so trivial as two oil-slicked hot bodies putting on a show -- that's not what catches Natasha's eye. She always knew that Rogers and Barnes were built like some Greek heroes of old, hard muscle and agile limbs and the gift of god-touched stamina, their forms molded from flesh and common dirt, but with a golden drop of ambrosia coursing through their blood. They're tall, they're jacked, they're strong, they're good-looking - of course they'll draw your eye, no surprise there.
No, it's, it's something more than that. Something deeper. A pull. An irresistible call to watch them, admire them; drink them in and soak them up like they're sweet syrup and she's but the soft, pliant sponge of a fresh pancake.
It's the way they move, chasing each other in turns like the low tide chases after the shore, licking at the edges of each other's skin with the thrust of an arm, the grasping of fingers, the jut of a chin tilted up in a challenge.
It's electric.
It's relentless. It's rhythm, a dance built on a sensuous balance of giving and taking, taking and giving, again, breathe, more, harder, again. Clenched fist, rolling hips, a hand splayed over Barnes' breastbone - where his heart is, where Steve sinks his fingers in, his fat bottom lip caught between his teeth, needy.
Push back, kick, twist, knuckles whispering past Barnes' jaw like a kiss. A touch meant to elicit a response, like a lover's sensual caress. The response comes.
"Is that the best you can do?"
A gasp of breath, a droplet of sweat trailing down the column of Steve's throat, spit gulped down and that adam's apple bobbing up and down, and Barnes' mouth curling sweet and tantalizing at the corner, greedy, insolent - "C'mon, Stevie, give it to me, I want it. I want everything you've got."
She should have known that they would fight like they're making love.
The spark of fire in Steve's eyes, the slow turn of his blossom-pink lips. "You sure can take it? Wouldn't wanna hurt your pride, Buck."
"C'mere and say that to my face."
"Mmm, you know I love it when you ask all pretty like that."
It's intimate. It's hypnotic. It's walking a fine line between suggestive and purely, deliciously obscene.
It's the wolfish grin on Barnes' lips when Steve pins him flat to ground, his hips squeezed tight between Steve's strong thighs and his wrists fastened in Steve's unrelenting grip. Steve's hot breath kissing his skin, and the glistening canopy of Steve's torso bowed like an arc above him, triumph carved out of stone the way that Romans used to do, a parenthesis drawn between Barnes and the sky, keeping him bound to earth. Ah, says Steve's heaving breath, the taste of satisfaction already on his tongue, Conquered at last.
And Barnes should be the prey here: he should be trapped, defeated, humbled by the towering bulk of Steve's body. But he just looks hungry. A man who's been starving for one specific dish his whole life, and he's finally been presented with that exact delicacy, oh, a whole opulent feast of it, a table staggering under the rich, luxuriant wealth of it, buttery and dripping with honey, fragrant with spices and sprinkled with salt - all the things that would have made a man a king, an emperor, a god in the ancient world. That's what Steve is to him. That's what he sees when he looks up in the Steve's gleaming eyes, at the frame of his flushed cheekbones. Precious. Coveted. Treasured.
He's got Steve exactly where he wants him, and Steve discovers that just one moment later; and if he by any chance minds feeling the long, hard line of Barnes' body pressed up against his back from ribs to knees, he doesn't say so.
"Say uncle."
"Fuck you."
Laughter, breathless and mingled - where does Steve end, where does Barnes begin?
"Say it."
"Make me."
Barnes grinds his hips down slooow and dirty, right there against the pert, peach-sweet swell of Steve's ass. The soft groan that drags from his chest and throat makes heat pool in Natasha's lower belly, an unfurling bud of arousal sparking between her legs. She almost forgets herself and presses her thighs together just to get some friction.
"Fuck."
That wasn't her. It wasn't Steve or Bucky, either. It was Clint. And the following gasp, barely audible, she's pretty sure it came from Banner.
She'd forgotten she wasn't the only accidental audience to the boys' show, and now she looks around the gym, feeling dazed and a little embarrassed - not that she'd ever admit to that. Tony looks a little blue in the face. Thor is nodding sagely, smiling his big all-knowing golden retriever smile.
"I say, let our friends have their privacy now," he says, and before the last word is out of his mouth, they're all scuttling towards the door, faster than people running away from a fire.
Tony's voice sounds unusually strangled when he mutters about "spontaneous supersoldiers porn on his bingo card" on his way out of the gym.
Aster: I can’t believe Robin actually broke Tit’s nose.
Levi: Uh-huh.
Aster: Did you see it-.. what happened?
Levi: He broke his nose.
Aster: You know what I mean, like.. what’d he say?
Levi: I don’t know.. he just got mad n’ basically told everyone to leave Alex alone, then Titus started on him.
Aster: Did he yell?
Levi: Kinda, I guess-.. why’re you so obsessed with him?
Aster: I’m not!
Levi: Okay.
Aster: I’m fucking not!
Levi: I said okay!
Aster: Yeah, but you said it weird-.. I’m not obsessed with anyone!
Levi: O.K.A.Y.
Aster: Why’re you being such a jerk?
Levi: I’m not!
Aster: You are-.. you’ve been so moody recently, what’s the matter with you?
Levi: Oh my god.
Aster: Is it because of Penny? Like, I know she made out wi-…
Levi: SHUT UP!
Aster: I’m just saying-…
Levi: Well, maybe I don’t want you to say anything.
Aster: Fine.
Levi: Are we gonna play this stupid fucking game or what?
Aster: Maybe I don’t wanna play with you anymore.
Levi: [scoffs] Fine.
Aster: FINE!
friendly reminder that merlin only was born because of arthur’s birth (and how he couldn’t control fate) and arthur’s death was only because of merlin (and how he couldn’t control fate).
Guess who meant to be productive last night, received life-altering news, spent most of the evening doing a myriad of unhealthy coping mechanisms, and still has an essay due today
At that stage of being sick where the throat is so raw that you could easily imagine it being a thin strip of decaying, grotesque flesh dotted with swiss cheese holes in it that pulsates every time you swallow. So wonderful. Also I got cramps now. Right after the Blood Moon hit. Love this Bloodborne ass bodily cycle of mine.
Keyleth examines Ashton with her magic. Ashton feels a warmth creep through him and suddenly feels like he weighs a ton, that he is unmoveable.
Keyleth: "You carry a power I cannot recognize; and a power I can, but seldom feel. Your blood carries elemental power, but not that of the normal earthkin and genasi in general. You carry a fragment of primordial elemental capability within you. The best way I can describe it is you are a titan of blood. I recognize it because a friend once carried a primordial shard. Your potential is vast and frightening, and I’m glad to have you at Orym’s side."
Ashton takes off their jacket, and shows the hourglass symbol that is vaguely Ashari.
Ashton: "I dreamed of this, my entire life, and I have had no idea what it was."
Keyleth looks both like she realizes something, and is frustrated by something.
Keyleth: "Maybe it came at a great cost, but the Hishari did something. That is their symbol."
