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It was Orpheus' turn to nod, with fleeting bemusement at John's surprise. Of course him, why not him? There was no one way for a musician to look or behave - something he'd known already before his death, and something only reinforced by both the shades he'd associated with in the Underworld then the music he'd discovered since returning to the mortal world.

His own surprise over the other man's lack of musical experience didn't last long, either. So, it was a mix of innate rhythm sense and practice after all! What lingered was a quiet hint of melancholy, to know that John loved music yet hadn't been given the chance to learn it. Would it be overreaching to offer tutelage? That might depend on what sort of instrument the man wanted to play, of course, and his experience wasn't yet as far-reaching nor in-depth as Apollo's - but the idea still had appeal.

Speaking of instruments... what would John play? Orpheus snickered at the addition about the organ, and shook his head this time. "No, that's a little too much labor involved for most people. Hm..." His draped coat swayed, hair fluttering, with the motion of their dance and the light breeze over the balcony. All the while, Orpheus gazed at John, measuring what he knew of the man so far. "Cello, I think, of the more modern instruments. A lovely sound with wide range on its own, while among others it can blend in yet you always notice its absence." Was he flirting again? A little. Did he care? Not unless John minded.

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Another grin flickered along John's lips at the sound of Orpheus' amusement. Although organs were considered stereotypically somber, he knew they could sound just as joyful depending on the piece. However, the mere notion of learning to play one was exhausting, and exhausting was certainly not the adjective he would hope Orpheus might ascribe him. Nor was stereotypically somber, as a matter of fact.

A corner of John's mouth lifted a little higher once more while he watched as Orpheus seemed to study him in some way. Whatever the other man had to say, he rather liked finding himself the focus of that dark gaze. As a reply was finally given, his own hazel eyes trailed across Orpheus' face, alight with quiet curiosity for both the answer and its speaker.

A cello. John had always enjoyed the sound of that particular string instrument, and the scope of deep emotion it was capable of conjuring. Yet he couldn't help but wonder, with the manner in which Orpheus looked at him during the ensuing description of it — was this only about the instrument?

"Since you're the musician, I'll trust your opinion." A smile, subtle and soft, rose to his countenance. "Being told you suit a cello is kinda beautiful." Slowly enough that it would be understand what he was doing this first time, John lifted their clasped hands to give Orpheus a gentle turn of spin before pulling his companion in closer once more. "Thank you. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to learn how to play someday." It sounded fanciful to his ears, but it was nice to imagine. Then, he feigned a moment of consideration. "Hm, I could play it to serenade you, and then you could tell me if you were still sure you were right."

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His own resurfaced smile broadened at John's appreciation of his choice. And if his flirting had been caught, at least it didn't seem unwelcome. He'd take that, given how he'd apparently come off strong to a number of people after first returning to the mortal realm.

"It's the truth," was Orpheus' simple, quiet insistence. Though he hadn't expected the lift of their hands above his head, he did indeed guess John's intent by it. Orpheus turned, still in time with the music - but somehow had failed to consider it meant the other man's hand on his lower back, to pull him into the hold again. Eyes widened a fraction, lips subtly parted with a fresh hint of warmth on his cheeks, but he returned his other hand to John's shoulder nonetheless.

He could see why this type of dancing might be so popular.

Despite the bloom of pink beneath olive skin, Orpheus flashed an easy, broad grin. "I'm already sure, even before you've played a note - but I'd never turn down a serenade. Though I should warn you, I'll be tempted to join in. I do love a collaboration." A slight squeeze of their clasped hands. "You'd need to build up the calluses, but that always comes with practice, and you have good strength in your fingers already." A beat, and another short laugh while his flush darkened a little. "...I'd say something about dexterity too, but it might sound too forward and I would rather not chase you off."

Not when this first meeting was going well, so well that his frustration and boredom with the crowd beyond the balcony already felt like a distant memory.

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His light laugh in answer to John's praise reflected his expression, half-sheepish and half-proud. Though, any embarrassment he felt had more to do with his own reaction than with what the other man said. Orpheus knew he had talent, yet hearing it complimented so directly nonetheless sparked a pleased flutter in his chest - in particular when it was for something a bit outside his usual area of expertise.

Orpheus let John take the lead again. Falling into tempo with the overheard music made it easier to keep his eyes on the other, rather than on their feet. He found himself sorely tempted to conjure a few instruments of his own, a subtle accompaniment just for them, but refrained in the end. It could draw the kind of attention Orpheus didn't want at the moment, and that John might not want at all.

Instead, he huffed out another flustered, short chuckle; his gaze never left John's face all the while. "Mostly guitar these days, though I started on the lyre. I've some decent knowledge on other instruments too, just not as much." Partly because it made controlling his spectral versions of those instruments easier, but only partly. "What about you? With how well you keep up, you must have some."

Orpheus wouldn't mind being proven wrong, however; that'd just mean John had some inborn talent (bolstered by practice) as well.

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At Orpheus' reaction to his comments, a quiet sort of relief rose to intermingle with the gratification in John's chest. If the other man hadn't seemed to enjoy the sway of their steps, he would have felt absolute chagrin over suggesting it at all. Instead, Orpheus appeared rather pleased, and those dark eyes lingered on his face now that there was a familiarity with each movement as it came.

John nodded as more than one instrument was mentioned in conjunction with his query. Impressive! His curiosity over whether Orpheus was a musician by trade or for pure enjoyment was equaled by intrigue over the lyre. As far as he was aware, he had never met anyone who boasted proficiency in such a lute; it was a type of lute, wasn't it? Well, it certainly seemed that Orpheus was the person John ought to pose the question to —

"Me?" Although he didn't intend to sound shocked by his companion's assumption, surprise underscored his voice regardless. "No, not at all. Not because I never wanted to learn, I love music." The number of concerts he had managed to attend in merely the first year he lived in Newark was probably a testament to that. "But it was — " John paused for a moment. "It was just never in the cards for me, I guess."

Then, a subtle grin played along his lips. "But if it was, what instrument would you think I played?" His eyebrows furrowed teasingly as he tacked on, "Please don't say the organ, or I might never recover."

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It was Orpheus' turn to nod, with fleeting bemusement at John's surprise. Of course him, why not him? There was no one way for a musician to look or behave - something he'd known already before his death, and something only reinforced by both the shades he'd associated with in the Underworld then the music he'd discovered since returning to the mortal world.

His own surprise over the other man's lack of musical experience didn't last long, either. So, it was a mix of innate rhythm sense and practice after all! What lingered was a quiet hint of melancholy, to know that John loved music yet hadn't been given the chance to learn it. Would it be overreaching to offer tutelage? That might depend on what sort of instrument the man wanted to play, of course, and his experience wasn't yet as far-reaching nor in-depth as Apollo's - but the idea still had appeal.

Speaking of instruments... what would John play? Orpheus snickered at the addition about the organ, and shook his head this time. "No, that's a little too much labor involved for most people. Hm..." His draped coat swayed, hair fluttering, with the motion of their dance and the light breeze over the balcony. All the while, Orpheus gazed at John, measuring what he knew of the man so far. "Cello, I think, of the more modern instruments. A lovely sound with wide range on its own, while among others it can blend in yet you always notice its absence." Was he flirting again? A little. Did he care? Not unless John minded.

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Though Orpheus had rediscovered his adventurous side some time ago, he nonetheless appreciated John's assurance. He wasn't sure he wanted an audience just yet - especially not when too many other guests here had proved so rude and self-centered.

Following the other man's guidance, he couldn't help feeling another touch of warmth in his cheeks and ears. He hadn't been in this close a hold for... for a span he didn't want to measure. Still, the initial surprise of it didn't impede his enjoyment; quite the opposite, actually. Orpheus glanced down between them to their feet, then back up, before he nodded. John would surely know to start simple.

It was apparent to Orpheus from the first step that they wouldn't be following the music wafting through the nearby ballroom. He did his best to ignore that tempo and focus on the man teaching him. An easier feat, thanks to the exact sort of quiet, polite yet intimate atmosphere he'd hoped for.

Orpheus could guess the pattern of the steps halfway through following John's lead, but he didn't try to get ahead of the other, just in case. He at least managed not to step on the man's toes, his boots occasionally scraping edges with John's shoes. Looking up once more from watching their feet, his own smile returned. "Oh, the most. But it doesn't seem too difficult; let me see..."

He took the lead, and immediately noticed the difference. Ah, so this was a kind of dance with particular roles. Even so, that didn't stop Orpheus from going through each motion again. "Right back, then left..." he murmured under his breath, gaze flicking downward. "Side... Left forward, right... Then back..." His second attempt, despite leading from apparently the follower's role, went well, with only a couple little nudges and scuffs of their shoes.

Smile broader as well when he met John's eyes, Orpheus asked more clearly, "Like that?"

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The lilt of John's lips grew ever-so slightly at the levity in Orpheus' reply. ' Oh, the most. ' It really was a relief to find the company of someone with a sense of humor! Orpheus had already picked up the dance steps as well, despite what had struck him as a sense of prior hesitancy. Perhaps they were some of the simplest movements to begin with, yet educating oneself on a whim wasn't always the ideal circumstance; here, it hadn't proven to be a hindrance in the slightest.

Although it surprised him when Orpheus took the lead next, he was quick to follow suit. John could hear the other man quietly repeating each step while watching their feet, and he couldn't help but notice the faintly flushed cheeks and ears. He liked it just as much as he had when they were leaning on the balcony; hopefully, it was something good that had prompted it now, as opposed to any sort of awkwardness in regards to how close they were.

When Orpheus' gaze met his again, the latter seemed to be proven incorrect. Another grin rose to John's countenance at the sight of a wide smile ( oh, he liked that a lot, too ). "Yeah, that's perfect. You didn't even step on my toes once. You're a fast learner, huh?" With so much that seemed new to Orpheus, he was pleased to have helped with this.

When he pulled his companion into the dance again, it was in-time with the music below. Thankfully, the current song wasn't too fast or overwhelming. It was beautiful, in fact; the musicians were clearly skilled. "You're good at keeping to the rhythm, too." Like someone with experience. "D'you play an instrument?"

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His light laugh in answer to John's praise reflected his expression, half-sheepish and half-proud. Though, any embarrassment he felt had more to do with his own reaction than with what the other man said. Orpheus knew he had talent, yet hearing it complimented so directly nonetheless sparked a pleased flutter in his chest - in particular when it was for something a bit outside his usual area of expertise.

Orpheus let John take the lead again. Falling into tempo with the overheard music made it easier to keep his eyes on the other, rather than on their feet. He found himself sorely tempted to conjure a few instruments of his own, a subtle accompaniment just for them, but refrained in the end. It could draw the kind of attention Orpheus didn't want at the moment, and that John might not want at all.

Instead, he huffed out another flustered, short chuckle; his gaze never left John's face all the while. "Mostly guitar these days, though I started on the lyre. I've some decent knowledge on other instruments too, just not as much." Partly because it made controlling his spectral versions of those instruments easier, but only partly. "What about you? With how well you keep up, you must have some."

Orpheus wouldn't mind being proven wrong, however; that'd just mean John had some inborn talent (bolstered by practice) as well.

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Another, shorter laugh leapt out at John's joking claim about a medallion. "Platinum's more a 'second date' kind of gift," Orpheus teased back. He tried to keep his tone light too, not just to get across his own exaggeration but also in hopes of reassuring he didn't yet consider this an actual date between them. It was a lovely first meeting, more than enough already to paint over the sting of being abandoned by the one who'd brought him here. While Orpheus certainly hoped this wouldn't be the only time they crossed paths, he'd been rejected enough times before to stop leaping too far ahead.

He hadn't expected for John to offer a dance.

Straightening up from where he leaned on the railing as well, Orpheus considered for a moment before his smile returned. His huff this time was more sheepish than humored. "I... haven't learned yet how most people dance here." Nonetheless, he took John's hand. "But I'd love a teacher."

From what he'd seen so far, both in person and on those baffling 'televisions', dancing had changed quite a bit compared to his first life. Less groups, or less individual performances, each depending on setting and event. Pairs seemed most common in venues like this, with lots of circling and rather close holds and music from bowed instruments. While jumping in blind could make for its own fun little story, Orpheus personally preferred the thought of slow guidance and a gentle voice.

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Second date. Was this evolving into a first? Although John perceived the jest in Orpheus' reply that was comparable to his teasing, there was an odd sort of exhilaration at the notion that it could grow to be true. An evening that had prompted dread to sit heavy in his chest like a stone was now intriguing, with an undercurrent of anticipation — because of the man standing beside him. Whether this night would be a a singular moment illuminated only by the light of his memory, or an echo of future encounters to come, he harbored no doubts that he would always be glad for the beat when his gaze fell upon the stranger leaning against the balcony ( wearing an expression he conjectured had mirrored his own ).

Nevertheless, as Orpheus appeared to hesitate at his invitation, John wondered if it was a step too far outside of a preestablished comfort zone. Not everyone enjoyed dancing, and he wasn't apt to push for it ( especially not with someone he didn't know well enough to tell when it was a playful reticence or genuine reluctance ).

Then, Orpheus took his hand. It sent John's pulse into a brief yet pleased flutter, and quieted the grin on his lips. "We can stay up here, take it slow."

Lifting their clasped hands he then guided Orpheus' free palm to lay on his opposite shoulder before resting his own on his companion's left shoulder blade. "Start like this, and I'll guide our steps." While he could easily hear music filtering up from below, he didn't want to bother with matching the beat quite yet; helping Orpheus grow comfortable with the movements was more important.

"Ready?" Softly, John relayed each step for Orpheus before taking it ( his lead kept firm yet gentle ). "Right foot back, left foot back, bring your right foot next to the left, left foot forward, right foot forward, bring your left foot next to the right." A corner of his mouth lilted slightly higher. "That's called a box step. Creative name, right?"

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Though Orpheus had rediscovered his adventurous side some time ago, he nonetheless appreciated John's assurance. He wasn't sure he wanted an audience just yet - especially not when too many other guests here had proved so rude and self-centered.

Following the other man's guidance, he couldn't help feeling another touch of warmth in his cheeks and ears. He hadn't been in this close a hold for... for a span he didn't want to measure. Still, the initial surprise of it didn't impede his enjoyment; quite the opposite, actually. Orpheus glanced down between them to their feet, then back up, before he nodded. John would surely know to start simple.

It was apparent to Orpheus from the first step that they wouldn't be following the music wafting through the nearby ballroom. He did his best to ignore that tempo and focus on the man teaching him. An easier feat, thanks to the exact sort of quiet, polite yet intimate atmosphere he'd hoped for.

Orpheus could guess the pattern of the steps halfway through following John's lead, but he didn't try to get ahead of the other, just in case. He at least managed not to step on the man's toes, his boots occasionally scraping edges with John's shoes. Looking up once more from watching their feet, his own smile returned. "Oh, the most. But it doesn't seem too difficult; let me see..."

He took the lead, and immediately noticed the difference. Ah, so this was a kind of dance with particular roles. Even so, that didn't stop Orpheus from going through each motion again. "Right back, then left..." he murmured under his breath, gaze flicking downward. "Side... Left forward, right... Then back..." His second attempt, despite leading from apparently the follower's role, went well, with only a couple little nudges and scuffs of their shoes.

Smile broader as well when he met John's eyes, Orpheus asked more clearly, "Like that?"

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Orpheus didn't expect John to take all his words literally; plenty of people hadn't. It was easier, lately, to just let others think he was exaggerating to get the emotion of his explanation across, or think he'd been living in some secluded pastoral town until recently. Much as he wanted people to understand, trying to correct every stranger every time was exhausting and usually led to the aforementioned laughing in his face. What mattered was that he knew his own honesty, and the hope that John might catch onto it without mockery.

He felt the other man's stare lingering on his face, even before he noticed it in his peripheral. Not hearing any laughter yet was a good sign. Even better was what John said, once the man spoke at last.

The remark on the apparent bravery of Orpheus' outlook pulled his gaze over to John in turn. He noticed how some thought, or memory maybe, seemed to distract the other for a few short moments. It itched at his curiosity, but he opted not to press for detail. Going by the way John silently braced afterward, whatever had come to mind might've been painful. Orpheus would much rather think about the man's question, that charming grin spurring his own smile to broaden.

"It... isn't for everyone. It definitely wasn't for me. Remarkable, how much can be conveyed in the ringing of a bell." His huff was wry, but still good-humored enough. "Maybe it's a better time if you don't go in like I did, looking for your next great love. At the very least, you get to meet quite a... varied array of people." Orpheus let out a clearer laugh this time. "You can probably tell that's putting it politely. But, I do also mean it. Even when things don't go perfect, or turn strange, you're still left with stories to tell." Humor resurfaced in his tone as he recalled, "Like meeting a woman who laughs for a concerningly long time at one joke, or a man so obsessed with money he offers you a small, pure gold statue of himself on first meeting."

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John tilted his head in quiet interest as Orpheus discussed the ins and outs of speed dating. Although it didn't sound as though it had gone quite as the other man had hoped, the experience seemed to be viewed with humor nonetheless. Such a thought was confirmed all the further upon reception of Orpheus' suggestion not to partake with the expectation of finding a ' next great love. ' Despite the amiable manner in which it was spoken ( no acerbity, devoid of resentment ), he couldn't help feeling a faint prick of — not sadness and certainly not pity, but something in his chest.

However, he allowed Orpheus' laugh to capture his attention for the moment. It sounded even nicer now, a unique kind of melody threaded through it that also belied its authenticity; the corners of his lips lifted ever-so slightly higher.

When he claimed to genuinely enjoy hearing others' stories, it was true, and it was on display now. John's grin widened as little more as he listened to Orpheus' opinion on these imperfect meetings, as well as the snippets of examples. "So, you're saying I shouldn't give you the medallion with my face on it made out of platinum that's in my jacket pocket? Got it." In tandem with the teasing cadence of his voice, amusement rose in his eyes. From what he had heard thus far, speed dating was akin to a strange amalgamation of disappointment and levity ( maybe the latter only if someone was as good-humored as Orpheus was willing to be ).

Pushing away from the railing, John held out his hand. "What if I ask you to dance with me instead?"

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Another, shorter laugh leapt out at John's joking claim about a medallion. "Platinum's more a 'second date' kind of gift," Orpheus teased back. He tried to keep his tone light too, not just to get across his own exaggeration but also in hopes of reassuring he didn't yet consider this an actual date between them. It was a lovely first meeting, more than enough already to paint over the sting of being abandoned by the one who'd brought him here. While Orpheus certainly hoped this wouldn't be the only time they crossed paths, he'd been rejected enough times before to stop leaping too far ahead.

He hadn't expected for John to offer a dance.

Straightening up from where he leaned on the railing as well, Orpheus considered for a moment before his smile returned. His huff this time was more sheepish than humored. "I... haven't learned yet how most people dance here." Nonetheless, he took John's hand. "But I'd love a teacher."

From what he'd seen so far, both in person and on those baffling 'televisions', dancing had changed quite a bit compared to his first life. Less groups, or less individual performances, each depending on setting and event. Pairs seemed most common in venues like this, with lots of circling and rather close holds and music from bowed instruments. While jumping in blind could make for its own fun little story, Orpheus personally preferred the thought of slow guidance and a gentle voice.

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His own thoughts ran along a similar line - while lavish parties for each philanthropist on their own would've been excessive, he couldn't deny the good that collected money would do. Even if many of the people donating seemed insufferable to be around, nevermind talk to.

Orpheus would rather dwell on John's quiet, sincere emphasis. Something about it made all the extravagance around them seem too small to fully honor what the late honoree had meant to John. The idea made him wonder if anything could truly capture the whole of it. Perhaps not; he could relate to finding that depth in a few others from his first life. Something else he hesitated to share too soon.

Instead, he let John's smile dredge him out of his mulling before it could turn too dour. What the other asked about was much lighter, so why not be a little honest? Even if Orpheus' decision twisted nerves low in his stomach. "I suppose to most, my everyday sounds aimless. But I... for so long, for lifetimes, I was stuck. Wallowing in the worst parts of myself, in grief and anger." His hand lifted to skim a thumb down one set of teartrack marks permanently stained into his cheeks. "By the time I finally crawled out of it, so many I knew were gone or fading. So when I was given a second chance, I didn't want to waste it."

Orpheus found his smile resurfacing as well, smaller than before but no less warm, and gentled by a private gratitude to Hermes and to Grace. "My everyday is taking life as it comes. I follow whims, work on new hobbies, but mostly I try to learn about this... vast, incredible world." He stared out beyond the balcony, a breeze gently fluttering his curls and jacket. "Even things people tell me are 'normal' now - vehicles, conditioned air, so much light without using a single flame. Though I'm not eager to try speed-dating again," Orpheus added with a soft, somewhat sheepish snicker.

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Lifetimes. Perhaps it was a figure of speech, a dramatization meant to elucidate John on how long that time spent ' stuck ' had felt. That could very well be the case, he supposed, yet much like before — it didn't strike him as quite right. However, he filed it away for the moment and remained attentive as Orpheus continued. Whatever the answer was, it might reveal itself without John's inquiry.

Resettling his elbows atop the banister, his gaze never left the face opposite his own, though it did follow the trace of a finger along what he presumed were tattooed tear tracks. They started beneath each brown eye, traveling down Orpheus' cheeks before reaching their end. The instinct of their owner to touch them while speaking surely inferred their significance to those particular years ( regardless of how long that actually was ). Had Orpheus gotten them in some sort of remembrance or symbolism?

As the other man spoke, his previous conjecture seemed irrevocably confirmed. Orpheus was not another person dealing with what qualified here as the ' day to day ' of a demanding career or exhausting routine; as it was, John had never heard anyone who lived in the city marvel over cars, air conditioning, or electricity like they were newly discovered novelties. Yet for his current companion? They certainly seemed to be ( and wasn't that something of a novelty to him! ). Unconsciously, John's lips parted slightly as he considered all of it. Did Orpheus generally share this revelation with strangers? If so, how did they respond? Oh, and those were really the least of the questions racing through his mind.

Nevertheless, for a beat, he was slightly distracted from answering by the sight of the incoming breeze ruffling Orpheus' dark hair, the loose curls briefly carried by the wind. "Well, normal is subjective," John replied finally ( he should know ). "But viewing a second chance the way that you are, especially after pain like that, is brave. 'Cause not everyone does." Memories flashed through his mind in swift succession, though he forced them out just as fast with deep breath through his nose. A little grin working its way to his countenance in its wake, he said, "I've never actually tried speed-dating. What's it like?"

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Orpheus didn't expect John to take all his words literally; plenty of people hadn't. It was easier, lately, to just let others think he was exaggerating to get the emotion of his explanation across, or think he'd been living in some secluded pastoral town until recently. Much as he wanted people to understand, trying to correct every stranger every time was exhausting and usually led to the aforementioned laughing in his face. What mattered was that he knew his own honesty, and the hope that John might catch onto it without mockery.

He felt the other man's stare lingering on his face, even before he noticed it in his peripheral. Not hearing any laughter yet was a good sign. Even better was what John said, once the man spoke at last.

The remark on the apparent bravery of Orpheus' outlook pulled his gaze over to John in turn. He noticed how some thought, or memory maybe, seemed to distract the other for a few short moments. It itched at his curiosity, but he opted not to press for detail. Going by the way John silently braced afterward, whatever had come to mind might've been painful. Orpheus would much rather think about the man's question, that charming grin spurring his own smile to broaden.

"It... isn't for everyone. It definitely wasn't for me. Remarkable, how much can be conveyed in the ringing of a bell." His huff was wry, but still good-humored enough. "Maybe it's a better time if you don't go in like I did, looking for your next great love. At the very least, you get to meet quite a... varied array of people." Orpheus let out a clearer laugh this time. "You can probably tell that's putting it politely. But, I do also mean it. Even when things don't go perfect, or turn strange, you're still left with stories to tell." Humor resurfaced in his tone as he recalled, "Like meeting a woman who laughs for a concerningly long time at one joke, or a man so obsessed with money he offers you a small, pure gold statue of himself on first meeting."

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Ah, it wasn't like that? Maybe he'd been too hasty, and the other man was simply waiting for a date to return from else where in the ballroom. The thought scarcely finished before further explanation disproved it. Being here for someone who...wasn't here? ...Oh. Orpheus had no idea who the person being honored by this 'charity ball' gathering was, other than a late philanthropist. Good thing he hadn't made light of not knowing, to someone who seemed to know the deceased personally.

Managing at least a soft laugh, olive cheeks subtly warming when his flirtation was returned, he straightened up a little in his lean. He then turned enough to grasp John's hand; fortunately, handshakes had been one of the easier things to adjust to in his second life.

"Orpheus. It's a pleasure, John." His expression softened slightly. "But I am sorry for your loss." Turning further, Orpheus rested elbows and crossed forearms on the balustrade instead. "I didn't know him, but opulence or not, I'm sure he'd be glad you're here. And maybe that you've found someone else who doesn't know what I'm doing," he added with a shorter, clearer chuckle. "Dealing with everyday things has already been a lot; this is on an entirely different level."

Orpheus was still in the midst of figuring out, for instance, how much he should explain about his situation. Some people still disbelieved him, called him crazy - and when they did believe him, there was still the risk of laughter or mockery over the worst moment in his life.

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The other man had a nice blush ― faintly flushed cheeks accompanied by a lyrical laugh. Truly, John couldn't guess why anyone would choose to be somewhere other than right here for the evening. Their loss. As his hand was grasped for a firm shake, the corners of his lips inched slightly higher. For however long their interlude lasted, there was a bolstered sense of comradery at the notion that he wasn't the only one ' out of his element. '

At the proffering of condolences, John allowed a brief nod of his head. "Well, anything as a reason to throw a party, I guess. It's supposed to be in honor of a few philanthropists who've passed, but I'm almost surprised they didn't drag it out and throw an individual gala for every single one." His eyebrows rose marginally, indicative of the humor he found at such an idea. Nevertheless, the event would raise money that could be funneled into some good, and he wasn't apt to begrudge that; neither would Broom, he was sure.

John rather hoped that Orpheus was correct in the supposition about his presence there, despite his own discomfiture. "Thank you, though, for saying that. He was a very remarkable person."

' Dealing with everyday things has already been a lot. ' He couldn't help but tilt his head in curiosity as he considered that assertion. Sure, Orpheus might simply mean the labors of a common day-to-day grind, yet an element of that didn't seem right. "But tell me about your everyday, then ― if you're willing, of course." Propping his own elbows atop the banister ( mirroring Orpheus' position in a visual sort of solidarity ), another subtle grin appeared along his lips. "I'm a pretty good listener."

[writinganewsong]

His own thoughts ran along a similar line - while lavish parties for each philanthropist on their own would've been excessive, he couldn't deny the good that collected money would do. Even if many of the people donating seemed insufferable to be around, nevermind talk to.

Orpheus would rather dwell on John's quiet, sincere emphasis. Something about it made all the extravagance around them seem too small to fully honor what the late honoree had meant to John. The idea made him wonder if anything could truly capture the whole of it. Perhaps not; he could relate to finding that depth in a few others from his first life. Something else he hesitated to share too soon.

Instead, he let John's smile dredge him out of his mulling before it could turn too dour. What the other asked about was much lighter, so why not be a little honest? Even if Orpheus' decision twisted nerves low in his stomach. "I suppose to most, my everyday sounds aimless. But I... for so long, for lifetimes, I was stuck. Wallowing in the worst parts of myself, in grief and anger." His hand lifted to skim a thumb down one set of teartrack marks permanently stained into his cheeks. "By the time I finally crawled out of it, so many I knew were gone or fading. So when I was given a second chance, I didn't want to waste it."

Orpheus found his smile resurfacing as well, smaller than before but no less warm, and gentled by a private gratitude to Hermes and to Grace. "My everyday is taking life as it comes. I follow whims, work on new hobbies, but mostly I try to learn about this... vast, incredible world." He stared out beyond the balcony, a breeze gently fluttering his curls and jacket. "Even things people tell me are 'normal' now - vehicles, conditioned air, so much light without using a single flame. Though I'm not eager to try speed-dating again," Orpheus added with a soft, somewhat sheepish snicker.

[myersbprd]

with @writinganewsong + continued from here!

The gala was as extravagant as it was elegant, with music from a string quartet serving as the backdrop to conversation, lights shining off the marble floors, and the expensive perfumes of the many guests lingering in the air.

John didn't belong here.

The notion felt heavy in his chest, weighty. Despite the knowledge that it wasn't obvious, he would almost swear that it was scrawled across his forehead in shiny, red marker all the same: ' I shouldn't be somewhere like this! ' John hadn't been that naive, unpolished kid who couldn't pronounce hors d'oeuvres in almost ten years, yet that never seemed to matter, did it? Discomfort crawled along his skin like an itchy sweater, and experience had taught him that he couldn't be relieved of it until this was over.

Well, perhaps it was better that he couldn't grow too comfortable since he wasn't there for his own pleasure, after all. Although Manning was clear across the room, John could still hear that familiar voice amid the chatter and that was reminder enough. The primary reason for his attendance ( and, indeed, his invitation ) was to honor his mentor Professor Bruttenholm, who had always been generous with donations to those in need in the city even after stepping down as head of the Bureau; the other was to keep an eye on the director. There was no reason to believe that anything might go awry per say, but with a few unsettling cases in Newark of late, it wasn't ill-advised for him to be there just in case.

Manning didn't appear terribly concerned, keen to head off and rub elbows the second they arrived. His superior was good at that; ingratiating with the ' right people, ' sure, yet also at directing attention away from the queries about recent sightings that would likely arise. The BPRD needed that. Nevertheless, Manning didn't tend to stay too late at parties ― Broom had off-handedly mentioned something once about drunken dancing gone awry at an event during Manning's attempt to run for senator over a decade ago.

He really needed to remember to ask Abe about that.

With Manning's location visible from the corner of his eye, he headed away from the cluster of other attendees and up the short but grand flight of stairs ( insistence from Manning that someone in a black suit glued to the older man's side would only spark further speculation excused him from sticking too close, which he was glad for ). It was as he approached the balcony overlooking the ballroom that John noticed he wasn't the only person idling alone by the railing, although the guy would have stood out anyway, with a unique style from everyone else and an attractive face; however, the handsome stranger didn't look particularly happy. The reply to the question he then posed emphasized his presumption all the further; what followed rather explained it.

That teasing flirtation when their eyes met, however, surprised him as a short, soft laugh escaped his lips ( even here, that was unexpected ). "No, it's not like that." While a subtle grin remained upon his countenance, John rested his palms atop the balustrade. "I'm here for someone else, but it's because he's ― not here anymore." Gesturing briefly to the opulence around them, he continued, "Even though he wasn't like all of this either, I still feel like I don't belong here. I don't know what I'm doing." Then, there was a tip of his head. "But I do know that money can't buy taste, and the fact that your date's not here with you is proof." The corners of his mouth lifted slightly higher before he extended a hand. "I'm John."

[writinganewsong]

Ah, it wasn't like that? Maybe he'd been too hasty, and the other man was simply waiting for a date to return from else where in the ballroom. The thought scarcely finished before further explanation disproved it. Being here for someone who...wasn't here? ...Oh. Orpheus had no idea who the person being honored by this 'charity ball' gathering was, other than a late philanthropist. Good thing he hadn't made light of not knowing, to someone who seemed to know the deceased personally.

Managing at least a soft laugh, olive cheeks subtly warming when his flirtation was returned, he straightened up a little in his lean. He then turned enough to grasp John's hand; fortunately, handshakes had been one of the easier things to adjust to in his second life.

"Orpheus. It's a pleasure, John." His expression softened slightly. "But I am sorry for your loss." Turning further, Orpheus rested elbows and crossed forearms on the balustrade instead. "I didn't know him, but opulence or not, I'm sure he'd be glad you're here. And maybe that you've found someone else who doesn't know what I'm doing," he added with a shorter, clearer chuckle. "Dealing with everyday things has already been a lot; this is on an entirely different level."

Orpheus was still in the midst of figuring out, for instance, how much he should explain about his situation. Some people still disbelieved him, called him crazy - and when they did believe him, there was still the risk of laughter or mockery over the worst moment in his life.

[leneemusing]

AFFECTIONATE  AND  AFFIRMING  PROMPTS 

❝  i’ll always want to listen to you.  ❞

❝  any time spent with you is time i treasure.  every second.  ❞

❝  my favorite color changes but it’s always the same,  whatever color you’re wearing.  ❞

❝  whatever matters to you matters to me,  you’re important to me.  ❞

❝  you’re so strong.  and brave—but i wish you knew you don’t always have to be.  i’m here,  if you’re ever willing to let me help shoulder those burdens.  ❞

❝  i’m not staring,  i’m admiring.  ❞

❝  i’ll always be yours,  in one way or another.  ❞

❝  you don’t ever have to worry with me.  i’m here for good.  ❞

❝  you are more beautiful than you know.  ❞

❝  you have a beautiful mind and a wonderful soul,  don’t ever let anyone make you think differently.  ❞

❝  i’m happier when you’re here.  ❞

❝  you’ve become my joy.  ❞

❝  whatever else happens,  if i have you,  i’m content.  ❞

❝  well,  i do feel a little better now that you’re here.  ❞

❝  you do make me happy,  it’s important you know that.  ❞

❝  you will always be my priority.  ❞

❝  i love you forever.  ❞

❝  you don’t know how glad i am to see you.  ❞

❝  you look wonderful.  ❞

❝  i want you to feel safe with me.  ❞

❝  i’m not letting you go until you say it out loud.  you’re beautiful and strong.  you deserve to believe it.  ❞

❝  sometimes you amaze me—i mean you always do.  but you have such intuition and real wisdom about things.  i like understanding the way you see the world.  ❞

❝  you carry yourself with such grace.  ❞

❝  you have a way of lighting up even the darkest moments.  ❞

❝  a tender heart is a courageous thing to preserve.  don’t ever be ashamed of having one.  ❞

❝   being around you makes me a better person.  ❞

❝  i hope you know just how full of worth you are.  ❞

❝  you always make me see things differently.  i appreciate your perspective. ❞

❝  i’m just enjoying you.  you look happy today and i like seeing that.  ❞

❝  you’re very valuable to me.  ❞

❝  you can come to me with anything.  anything at all.  ❞

❝  there is not a place in the world i would rather be than right here with you.  ❞

❝  come here,  come sit in my lap and tell me about your day.  ❞

❝  come put your head in my lap and tell me something new.  ❞

❝  i love it when you smile at me like that.  ❞

❝  i don’t think i can share you with anyone today.  ❞

❝  i’ll take you anywhere you want.  just tell me where.  ❞

❝  bored? of you?  impossible.  ❞

❝  if you like it i’ll get you one.  ❞

❝  your happiness matters greatly to me.  ❞

❝  you deserve to reach the goals you want in life.  you deserve to obtain anything you wish.  ❞

❝  you’re doing well.  you’re just discouraged and tired.  ❞

❝  you need to rest,  you don’t have to do it all today.  ❞

❝  the way i love you goes beyond description.  even those words don’t seem like enough.  ❞

❝  you come first.  you’re always my first choice.  ❞

❝  no,  if you’re upset that’s what matters right now.  talk to me.  ❞

❝  i want to share in your joy.  i want to be part of all things that make you happy.  ❞

❝  all of my best moments are the ones that have you in them.  ❞

❝  i would give you anything you ask of me. ❞

[ COMFORT ]  sender discovers receiver brooding and quietly approaches to carefully hug them from behind. 

[ SOOTHE ]  in the midst of a tense moment,  receiver turns away to conceal their emotions but sender wraps their arms around them and holds them from behind. 

[ CLOSE ]  sender reaches out and pulls receiver into their lap as they’re walking by. 

[  STOP  ]  sender reaches out and takes receiver’s face into their hands,  drawing them away from what they’re doing so they can just look at receiver for a moment.  

[ GIVE ]  sender greets with receiver with a gift. 

[ BRING ]  sender takes receiver out for the day to pamper them. 

[ ATTENTION ]  sender peppers a series of caresses over receiver’s face in an attempt to make them laugh or smile. 

[ COAX ]  sender knows receiver has had a lot on their mind,  so they hold them for a while to help them relax and hopefully open up. 

[ CARESS ]   sender sits by quietly while receiver works,  petting their hair and simply providing company. 

[ RELAX ]  sender gives receiver a massage. 

[ LOOK ]  for receiver to catch sender gazing adoringly at them.

[ MORNING ]  for sender to wake receiver with a kiss. 

[leneemusing]

for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

[writinganewsong]

❝  was this not what you expected?  ❞

Conversational Starters

@myersbprd

"Hardly anything is," Orpheus chuckled, the sound a little wry.

He'd swapped out some of his usual outfit for something closer to 'formal' expectations, thanks to Grace's help. His turtleneck was a tighter fit of thinner fabric, white, sleeveless, and without decoration. Instead, ribcage-like silver trim was on the jacket draped over his shoulders, held in place by a pair of corded brooches and apparently styled after some old military uniform. Fingerless gloves still covered his hands, but now also his forearms. The leather pants also remained, with the statement buckle of his belt, and he'd refused to budge on the comfort of his boots. Short nails were still painted black, and he'd only agreed to a low ponytail.

Leaning his elbows on the wide balcony's railing, Orpheus stared back in to what was visible of the ballroom. No denying the remarkable amount of lights, or the variety of food and drink on offer. But the reason for the gathering - raising funds to aid the city's homeless - seemed in even greater contrast with its attendants than his clothing's colors. "But no, I suppose I didn't expect this," he added. "I don't even have enough money to reach the lowest donation requirement here. Some woman applied even more of her... bottled scent, without checking that I was behind her. And if he just wanted to be seen coming in with someone, he could've told me that."

Orpheus scoffed, then glanced over at the other man. Handsome in a way that went well with the voice, and the first crumb of earnestness he'd seen all evening. The stranger's eyes reminded him a little of Calaïs, though a darker hue and without the flecks of iridescence. "Did your date drop you as well?" A smirk and a tilt of his head, while he angled just a bit closer. "They must have some pretty terrible taste if they did."

He'd learned not to hope for his next great love in every flirtation, but he also saw no reason to hold himself back because of that.

[leneemusing]

STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS

❝  don’t be ridiculous,  there’s enough room on this bed for both of us. ❞ 

❝  please stay.  i don’t think i can be alone tonight.  ❞

❝  i’m staying,  okay?  you don’t have to be alone tonight. ❞

❝  you shouldn’t be alone right now.  i’ll take the couch,  it’ll be fine.  ❞

❝  will you sleep with me?  i know how that sounds i just mean—  i feel safe when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i’ll be here the whole night okay?  nothing will get to you while i’m here.  ❞

❝  wait— have you been here all night?  ❞

❝  i thought you went home after i went to bed.  you didn’t have to do that— you could’ve at least joined me in bed that couch is shit for sleeping on.  ❞

❝  can i stay with you tonight?  i don’t wanna go home yet.  ❞

❝  it’s late,  you might as well just stay here.  ❞

❝  can you just…stay here?  and hold me.  ❞

❝  i know this might sound weird but,  do you wanna stay over?  i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but.  i think it’d be nice.  ❞

❝  i’m not expecting anything,  i just,  thought it’d be nice to keep you company tonight. ❞

❝  i don’t have nightmares when you’re there.  ❞

❝  i get you’re doing the whole protective thing— and i appreciate it.  i do,  but there’s no reason for you to stay awake all night.  might as well come to bed.  ❞

❝  thank you for staying.  it just gets so lonely at night sometimes.  ❞

❝  i don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly,  i don’t really wanna be alone either.  ❞

❝  do you wanna stay with me tonight?  ❞

❝  stay,  please.  ❞

❝  i’ll stay.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  ❞

❝  i’m staying.  end of discussion.  you gotta learn to let people take care of you.  ❞

❝  i’m not ready to say goodbye yet.  ❞

❝  i don’t wanna have to say goodnight.  ❞

❝  honestly i can’t sleep,  so if you wanna stay up with me?  ❞

❝  i don’t sleep a lot either these days.  we can be insomniacs together.  ❞

❝  well,  i can think of some ways to wear you out.  ❞

❝  if you can’t sleep,  there are other things we could do.  ❞

❝  i’d rather fuck than stare at the ceiling counting sheep to be honest.  ❞

❝  it doesn’t have to mean anything,  i just don’t wanna feel lonely tonight.  and i want to feel good for once.  ❞

❝  please don’t go—  i need.  i need someone—  i need you.  ❞

❝  the night doesn’t have to end here,  you know.  ❞

❝  i like it when you’re here.  so stay.  please?  ❞

❝  you’re just as lonely as i am.  might as well be lonely together.  ❞

❝  you can stay but i’m not letting you sleep on that couch.  ❞

❝  chivalry is overrated,  get in my bed.  ❞

❝  you’re clearly exhausted.  you can go in the morning.  ❞

❝  you don’t have to pretend to be fine,  if you need me to stay i will.  ❞

❝  when i said i wanted everyone to leave me alone i didn’t mean you.  i can’t handle everyone else right now but you…you’re different.  ❞

❝  you need someone right now.  and i’m the one that’s here.  let me be what you need.  ❞

SCENARIOS

[ GUARDED ]  sender insists on staying the night to keep watch over receiver who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ GUARDING ]  receiver insists on staying the night to keep watch over sender who has been in some kind of danger. 

[ UNEXPECTED ]  one muse stays the night to keep an eye on the other after something traumatic and they end up having comfort sex.

[ CONSOLE ]  sender asks receiver to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling.  

[ CONSOLED ]  receiver asks sender to stay the night because they don’t want to be alone and they end up cuddling. 

[ ACCIDENT ]  sender winds up staying at receiver’s house all night because receiver fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ UNPLANNED ]  receiver winds up staying at sender’s house all night because sender fell asleep against them/in their lap and they didn’t have the heart to wake them. 

[ STAY ]  sender is carrying receiver to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  receiver grabs their hand so sender joins them in bed. 

[ STAYING ]  receiver is carrying sender to bed because they fell asleep somewhere else but when they start to walk away,  sender grabs their hand so receiver joins them in bed. 

[ APPROACHED ]  sender is staying with receiver for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ APPROACH ]  receiver is staying with sender for safety and asks if they can sleep in their bed with them. 

[ SHARE ]  sender is unexpectedly staying with receiver overnight,  receiver insisted sender sleep on the bed while they take the floor but sender winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ SHARED ]  receiver is unexpectedly staying with sender overnight,  sender insisted receiver sleep on the bed while they take the floor but receiver winds up insisting they join them in bed. 

[ FOUND ]  sender is staying with receiver who had them take the bed while receiver takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  sender goes out to join receiver on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ FIND ]  receiver is staying with sender who had them take the bed while sender takes the couch.  in the middle of the night,  receiver goes out to join sender on the couch because they don’t want to sleep alone. 

[ DISCOVERED ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender was watching over them. 

[ HAVEN ]  receiver wakes up in the morning to find sender asleep on their couch because sender felt safer with them. 

[ WEARY ]  sender cries themselves to sleep in receiver’s arms. 

[ TIRED ]  receiver cries themselves to sleep in sender’s arms. 

[ PROPOSITION ]  one or both muse(s) are having trouble sleeping so they have sex to pass the time. 

[ PURPOSE ]  one muse can’t sleep so the other initiates sex to wear them out. 

[ TRAPPED ]  one muse ends up staying the night with the other due to a storm. 

[ KEEP ]  sender fell asleep on receiver and when receiver tries to get up,  sender whines so they stay put.  

[leneemusing]

THE  CLASSIC  ROMANCE  OF  A  GOOD  RAINSTORM 

[ POUR ]  for our muses to have a passionate reunion kiss in the rain.  

[ DOWN ]  for sender to have chased down receiver and pulled them into a kiss right when it begins to rain. 

[ CONVINCED ]  our muses are standing outside having a confrontation when it begins to rain,  sender kisses receiver to stop their rambling and prove they love them. 

[ CONVINCING ]  our muses are standing outside having a confrontation when it begins to rain,  receiver kisses sender to stop their rambling and prove they love them. 

[ FLOAT ]  for our muses to dance in the rain together. 

[ DRIZZLE ]  our muses are walking under an umbrella together but sender darts out from under it to jump in a puddle. 

[ SPRINKLE ]  our muses are walking under an umbrella together but receiver darts out from under it to jump in a puddle. 

[ SHELTER ]  sender can’t sleep due to a loud thunderstorm so they come to receiver’s bedroom to stay in their bed with them. 

[ SHELTERED ]  receiver can’t sleep due to a loud thunderstorm so they come to sender’s bedroom to stay in their bed with them. 

[ REST ]  our muses lay on the ground together while it rains. 

[ CONSOLE ]  sender is sitting outside on a porch/balcony,  crying while it rains and receiver sits down next to them to offer a shoulder to cry on. 

[ CONSOLED ]  receiver is sitting outside on a porch/balcony,  crying while it rains and sender sits down next to them to offer a shoulder to cry on. 

[ RITUAL ]  for our muses plans to have been ruined by a storm so they stay inside and have sex instead. 

[ ENJOY ]  for our muses to have sex outside beneath a covered area  (  tent/porch/gazebo etc  )  while it rains. 

[ WATCH ]  our muses have sex against a window while it rains. 

[ SAVE ]  for one muse to pick up the other to quickly carry them inside as it begins to rain.

[ JOY ]  our muses have just made up after a fight when it begins to rain,  sender picks up receiver and spins them around.  

[ REJOICE ]  our muses have just made up after a fight when it begins to rain,  receiver picks up sender and spins them around. 

[ SAFE ]  our muses are caught in a heavy rainstorm together and seek shelter in an abandoned building or cave. 

[ SECLUDED ]  our muses are on a road trip and are forced to pull over due to heavy rain and fog,  they end up fooling around in the car while they wait for it to clear up. 

❝  come on,  come dance with me in the rain.  ❞

❝  just stand still and feel the rain on your face.  ❞

❝  do you smell that?  it’s about to rain.  ❞

❝  i’ve always loved the rain.  ❞

❝  i like when it rains,  even if it’s loud and ruins plans.  it’s a sign of renewal and growth.  ❞

❝  are you seriously splashing in puddles right now?  ❞

❝  what are you doing— come inside before you catch a cold.  ❞

❝  jumping in puddles makes it impossible to be upset,  you should try it sometime.  ❞

❝  just let go for a little bit and come enjoy this storm.  it’s beautiful.  ❞

❝  i know this is gonna make me sound like a baby but thunderstorms really freak me out,  can i hang out with you until it gets quiet again?  ❞

❝  can i sleep in your bed tonight?  the thunder makes me jumpy. ❞

❝  you really love the rain,  huh?  look at you,  you’re all giddy.  ❞

❝  why do you hate storms so much?  ❞

❝  hey— it’s alright.  i think it was just some really loud thunder. ❞

❝  jesus christ! that lightning shook the whole house.  ❞

❝  if it’s about to rain shouldn’t you be closing the windows?  not opening them?  ❞

❝  you hear that?  it’s raining!  ❞

[leneemusing]

CONVERSATIONAL  SENTENCE  STARTERS  

❝  you wanna know how i know you’re a good friend— not just for me but in general?  i always feel better after hanging out with you.  ❞

❝  sometimes things aren’t alright and they’re not gonna be okay for a while.  and that’s alright.  as cliche as it sounds it’s okay to not be okay.  give yourself time.  ❞

❝  have you even taken the time to let yourself feel it?  everything that’s been happening.  eventually,  you have to slow down and let it feel real.  ❞

❝   i’m not really the advice type,  but i am damn good at coming up with distractions to forget the bullshit for a while.  ❞

❝  was this not what you expected?  ❞

❝  i think the whole idea of ‘finding yourself’ is kind of bullshit.  we are what we chose to be.  we make ourselves.   ❞

❝  did you come by for a reason or did you just want some company?  ❞

❝  i’m going to tell you this,  once,  because i think you need to hear it.  you deserve more.  you should expect more from the world and put in the work to get what you deserve.  ❞

❝  i brought some seeds for your garden.  i thought about bringing a bouquet but— this way you can grow them and enjoy them longer.  ❞

❝  please,  stay for dinner?  i enjoy your company.  ❞

❝  come sit a little while with me.  tell me how you’ve been?  really.  ❞

❝  you don’t know how glad i am to see you made it.  here,  let me get you a drink.   ❞

❝  if you’d like to discuss it in private,  we can step outside?  ❞

❝  whatever it is you wish to tell me,  it won’t leave this room.  ❞

❝  well,  i’ve been wanting to talk to you.  but i don’t really know how to put it all in words.  ❞

❝  how have you been sleeping?  ❞

❝  don’t take this the wrong way,  but you don’t quite look well.  ❞

❝  don’t feel bad for not knowing—  i was trying not to bother anyone.  you didn’t know because i didn’t let you.  ❞

❝  miscommunication is a shitty trope in sitcoms and it’s even shittier in real life,  so let’s just take a moment to breathe.  and let’s get on the same page.  alright?   ❞

❝  is this a time for me to listen or fix it?  ❞

❝  i don’t really have anything to say,  i just know that i don’t really want to be alone.  ❞

❝  could you just…talk to me?  it doesn’t have to be anything important.  i just like listening to your voice.  it calms me.  ❞

❝  honestly,  it was a long time ago.  i don’t really remember the details.  ❞

❝  i’m rather proud of you.  i don’t say that often,  so believe i mean it.  ❞

❝  you seem content here.  happy,  even?  ❞

❝  i’m not here to drudge up the past.  i’m just hoping we could have a future.  ❞

❝  i see you’re not getting much sleep either.  should i make us both some tea,  then?  ❞

❝  are you sure you didn’t want to mention something to me?  ❞

❝  are you sure you’re alright?  ❞

❝  i’m a fan of your work,  actually.  ❞

❝  you have more of a reputation than you might think.  ❞

❝  you haven’t heard of me?  how refreshing.  ❞

❝  go on,  tell me what’s on your mind.  ❞

❝  something is troubling you,  yes?  ❞

❝  with a smile like that,  i can’t help but want to know your secret.  what’s got you so cheery today?  ❞

❝  come on,  you’re clearly upset.  and i’m not the asshole who pretends not to notice.  ❞

❝  oh,  i’m going to enjoy making my first impression with you.  how am i doing so far?  ❞

[leneemusing]

for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

[sungtales]

@writinganewsong sent :

"I'm afraid I don't follow." [for Pan, from the 'frantic fanfic starters' - i'm thinkin Orpheus maybe being baffled by some piece of modern tech, or by something about the gods, whether new tea or old drama lol]

THIS IS NOT HOW PAN WANTED TO SPEND HIS DAY. Don’t get him wrong , he loves a good gossip session. But the hot goss starts to cool off when you have to explain every little thing to the person you’re gossiping with. This is the fourth time now that Orpheus has stopped him for an explanation , and now he fears the gossip has gone lukewarm.

A HAND RAISES TO RUB HIS FACE , and he lets out a long ( though admittedly exaggerated ) sigh. “Really ?” He asks , leaning back slightly where he’s seated. “And I thought I had you. Alright, bard boy ── where’d I lose you that time ? Was it at Hermes learning how to drive ?” There’s a pause. “You do know what a car is , right ?”

[writinganewsong]

Orpheus thought he was doing his best - no, strike that, he was! How could he be blamed for the utterly astonishing number and severity of changes the world had gone through since he'd died? There were only occasional hints from the newest shades who'd come to Hades. The ones he'd broken from his stewing to talk to, anyway.

And none of them had mentioned anything like smart-phones or fire hydrants or electricity or automobiles.

Bemusement dropped into a nonplussed frown - that was absolutely not a pout - while he crossed his arms. "Of course I know what a car is," Orpheus huffed. "Those rumbling beasts have stolen enough of the roads, they're impossible to miss. But how do you drive something that propels itself, without even a horse you can guide?"