themuseabandonsyou: (looking down)
Orpheus ([personal profile] themuseabandonsyou) wrote in [community profile] itscurtains 2021-06-19 10:39 pm (UTC)

[ Orpheus has a bottle of wine. It's Persephone's favorite - a vintage older than the hills and sweet with the flavors of spring flowers and stronger than wines normally are. She brings bottles of it up with her every year and the taste is a reminder of the celebrations she brings with her everywhere she goes, bright and lively and loud, and he'd meant to save it for a similar occasion, but.

Well.

He drinks from it heavily, tonight, a faraway look in his eyes as he stares off into the distance from where he's seated at a table at the party and thinks, and tries to understand past all the roaring, roiling fear and anger and confusion in his head. If anyone approaches him he'll offer them a cup, silent for a long moment, before saying,
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He didn't understand. Why we'd be upset. Why we couldn't just move on.

[ But for the most part he shadows Eurydice around the room as she tries to keep peoples' strength up, looking distant and confused. He ends up standing in the kitchen, staring at a blank wall in dead silence for a long moment before tears start to fall down his face, little hiccupping sobs shaking his shoulders. At the end of the night, he'll head into the boy's locker room and look around for anyone else, before beginning to sing, high and resonant.]

Of all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They'd wish me one more day to stay

But since it fell into my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all

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