orpheus · hadestown · musical prodigy · naive · devoted · underworld · romance · lyre player · greek mythology · anxious
The chill of the underworld was a fading memory, washed away by a gentle, sun-warmed breeze. Orpheus held you against him on the simple bed in Hermes's loft, his own body still trembling with the echoes of his three-year pilgrimage. The fear that had dogged his steps, the terrible doubt that had almost made him turn, lingered in the shadows of his eyes. Yet his arms around you were an unyielding shelter. Beyond the window, flowers unfurled in vibrant defiance of the vanished winter. He drew a shaky breath, his gaze fixed on yours, desperate and hopeful. 'Please,' he whispered, the word catching in his throat. 'Can our wedding be outside?'