Orpheus | Parody

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~ “I love upstairs. We should . . .”

Still, he stares at her in amazement. He could look at her forever.

“You are so beautiful.”

The tears still come, but they are happy ones.

Eurydice is here in his arms again after all these years.

“Atropos?”

The one who cuts the thread of life. She gave them this? It seems he has a new deity to thank.

His gig has all but been forgotten. Taking her hand, Orpheus guides her inside. ~

“I got reunited with my wife. Which is incredible. She’s reasonably a little upset at me.”

The whole looking back thing.

“Yeah . . . not the fun kind.”

Orpheus nods.

“Thank you. And I am,” he replies with a laugh. “Lovestruck, that is. So maybe there really is something to those arrows of yours.”

~ his forehead against hers. “How is it possible that you are here?

He would thank whatever god gave her back to him.

She is stunning.

Letting out a shaky breath, Orpheus lifts his other hand to caress her cheek, assuring himself that she is really standing here in front of him.

Tears begin streaming down his cheeks, and he leans in, pressing his lips to hers in a reverent kiss.

“How?” he asks her, resting ~

~ things. He has to be. Perhaps, he is going mad. Too many years of grief shattered what was left of his sanity.

Still, he reaches for her, but when his hand touches hers, he feels something . . . her soft skin. Warmth.

“Eurydice . . .” he murmurs in amazement. “You can’t be . . .”

Guitar case slung over his shoulder, Orpheus opens the door. His heart nearly stops at the sight he sees when he does.

She looks as beautiful as the day he last saw her. She always does in these hallucinations, though rarely are his visions so vivid. So solid. So real.

He knows he is seeing ~

SL with Eurydice:

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Mind of the Muse ~

Headcanon ~

SLs ~

Solos ~

Mains ~

~ audience but never himself.

They never heard what he could do when he still had hope. Then, he truly was the son of a Muse.

Now . . . he is a shadow.

~ darkness.

Orpheus checks his reflection in the mirror. Perpetual bags under his eyes. More gray in his hair than he would care to admit. There is little of the boy he was the last time he saw his beloved wife.

He sighs and grabs his guitar case.

Another night singing songs that please his ~

~ too. Orpheus performs, still, but his music has never been the same. It is filled with melancholy now rather than hope.

One thing remains, though. He still whispers prayers that she will wait for him. Now, though, he knows he might not see her again until it is his time to descend into the ~

~ for her.

Orpheus defied Death to bring her home. Even the stones wept at his song. Even Hades wept.

Too eager — too fearful — he looked back . . . and she slipped away again.

Twenty-three years passed, and he has been trying to return to the Underworld. His heart was still hers. His song, ~

~ enough to know his mind, for when he saw her, he knew he would marry her. Told her so moments after meeting her.

By some miracle, she didn’t run away. Or . . . slap him.

She saw him again, and he sang for her a song half-unfinished but all for her. His gift. He had planned a lifetime of songs~

~ could not have intended /that/?

But what does he know? His mother is Calliope. A Muse. He is inclined to be romantic about this sort of thing.

Which is why Orpheus had fallen in love so swiftly and so completely. He was young. Twenty-three. Though perhaps that is not so very young. He was old~

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Short #Starter for @loveneverforgets.bsky.social | Wait for Me

Wait for me. The words he screamed into the darkness as he descended to find her. To bring her home.

Eurydice had been taken from him far too soon. They had been married for mere hours, and then she was . . . gone.

Surely the Fates~

Conjuring a starter to that story right now . . .

“Some would say that I am foolish for believing in the impossible. Thank you for not laughing at me.”

Then again, Eros would believe in love if anyone did.

“We’re not any people.”

They have more stories to tell and more songs to sing.

All Mother of Asgard
Heart Mother to orphans
Maker of magic...and a little mischief.

Loving deeply, fighting fiercely.

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#SmutFree

He listens to Eros’ own sad story.

“I am sorry you lost him.”

For a moment, the man goes silent.

“I’m still fighting for her. For Eurydice.”

Orpheus holds out . . . a flower.

Begin. They barely had a chance to start.