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[diffident_light]

...this is a terrible idea.

I'm used to it here; the darkness doesn't bother me, the silence is now comforting, the chill something I bear without notice. But you! You want to send me back. You want me to follow him into the light and then tear me from him for your own amusement - oh, yes. You call them "games" for good reason, despite your nonchalance. The subject matter shouldn't be taken lightly.

I am not your muse. You should rethink this.




[OOC: content warning - possible sexual situations in thread with golden_lyre]

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[golden_lyre]

[Her request brings a smile to his face even as he feels his heart constricting in his chest.]

If I play, will you dance?

[diffident_light]

With all the joy I possess, and for as long as you wish.

[golden_lyre]

I would wish you to dance forever, if only so I may keep you always in my sight.

[diffident_light]

And when I wish to be in your arms, beloved? What then?

[golden_lyre]

Then you have only to ask. I would gladly give up my wish for yours.

[diffident_light]

Play for me, and we'll let the dance take us where it wills.

[golden_lyre]

[Nodding, he presses a kiss to her temple and disentangles himself to find his instrument. It, like so much about him, has changed over the centuries, and where it once was a clearly divine lyre, it is now a guitar whose only hint at supernatural ability is the faint golden gleam of the wood.]

What would you hear me play?

[diffident_light]

[Her skin warms under his lips, and her hair takes on a richer red tone. His presence is slowly removing the chill of the Underworld from her body and soul. Smiling up at him, she's about to ask him for the wind in the leaves and a carpet of flowers, when she notices he is most definitely not holding a lyre.]

Orpheus? What is that?

[Delicate fingers reach for the neck of the strange instrument.]

[golden_lyre]

[Out of habit, he pulls the instrument back from her touch and then stops himself and moves it back. He would let no one else touch it.]

It's...my lyre. Only it's...a guitar. No one plays the lyre anymore.

[diffident_light]

[Pulling her hand back is her own instinctive reaction to his possessiveness, and she looks at him guiltily, as though she's done something wrong. When he relaxes, her lips quirk in a smile.]

Nobody? And - you're fond of this... guitar?

[golden_lyre]

[His lips twist upward in response to her smile.]

I've gotten used to it. It's been a few other things as well.

I think I need a happier pb!

[diffident_light]

Your smile warms my heart. Play your new music for me?

[She assumes there are new pieces for the new instrument. How could there not be?]

:D

[golden_lyre]

[There is always new music, and even if there weren't, seeing here would inspire him to create some.]

As you wish, my love.

[He settles himself with his guitar in his lap and lets his fingers hover over the strings momentarily.]

Will you at least give me a theme?

I'll have to look for one.

[diffident_light]

[Only the five most wonderful words in the world. She watches him get comfortable, learning the new way he sits with this different instrument, noting the change in his posture and the angle of his arms. Still her beloved, just... slightly changed.]

Love, of course. Joy, and sunlight.

[golden_lyre]

[The way he sits and the instrument he holds may be different, but the way he looks at her has not changed.]

With you as my inspiration, I think I could sing of nothing else.

[He smiles at her and begins to tease out a few chords, the beginnings of a song.]

[diffident_light]

[His face fills her with happiness, love and life shining from his eyes and dispelling the chill she brought with her from Hades' realm. She breathes in the first chords, letting them charge her limbs... and then she's off, spinning and leaping, her body telling the joy of her reunion with her beloved more than words can.

Each step brings more and more colour to features made wan and pale in death, red hair flooding with warmth and her eyes sparkling.]

[golden_lyre]

[As she moves, his attention is rapt. He could not tear his gaze from her if he tried. His song rises to meet her movements, weaving through and around her dance, gaining life as she does.]

[diffident_light]

[Every note is a platform for her dance to climb, and while her steps lead her in a merry pattern throughout this strange place, they do lead her back to him. She pauses, breathless and flushed with joy, and leans down to capture her beloved's mouth in a kiss.]

[golden_lyre]

[It is this precise moment that he has been waiting for since she appeared and stole his words. The act itself is so joyous, so perfect, that he finds a laugh bubbling up from his lips to hers as his hand leaves the strings of his guitar to touch her shoulder.]

[diffident_light]

[Laughter is a universal cure, and when he touches her, she feels her skin prickle up in response.] Feel how you bring me to life?

[golden_lyre]

I feel how you bring the life back into me.

[He smiles brightly, leaning his forehead against hers.]

[diffident_light]

Beloved, I would do so forever. [She bumps his nose with hers.] Lay aside your new lyre and hold me? I have had no touch in so long.

[golden_lyre]

For as long as you wish, my love.

[He grins, his face almost unable to contain the relief he feels at her request. The guitar is laid aside with no little reverence, but as soon as it is safely away, his arms are reaching for her to pull her close to him.]

[diffident_light]

[His arms are as strong as the boughs of her oak, and it's natural for her to swarm up him the way she would her tree, wrapping arms and legs around him and burying her face in his neck, breathing him in.]

I've been holding you like this in my dreams. I didn't think I would dream, down there, but I do, and they're of you.

[golden_lyre]

[He hums against her hair, arms curled firmly but gently around her, unwilling to let her go even a little.]

I have always known I would dream of you. I never thought to hold you again.