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...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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[His hand strokes slowly over her back.]

There have been many theories. Some of them that you...you didn't want me to rescue you.

...

There is no want, in the Underworld. There is no need, no desire.

There is only quiet. Solitude.

I did not know that a rescue was even possible, so I never thought upon it. But Orpheus, I followed you. Does that mean nothing?

It means everything. But what it means...can be open for interpretation. Perhaps you only went because Hades made you.

I have worried that...you valued that quiet and solitude enough that you would not have wished to come back with me.

[The worst of the poems went further, suggested she had never really loved him, but he can't bring himself to say that.]

I believe you, though. If you tell me you want to be with me...I believe that.

I value my life, but you know as well as I that when the Fates cut your thread... Had I known I could return, I would have fought to do so - but I'm nothing. I'm no one, merely a nymph, and important only to you. I did not think my plight would move Hades when my end was ordained.

But you... You loved me enough to lead me back. I followed you because you are my beloved and we are wedded - how can you think I would want otherwise? Nymphs are free features; we don't give ourselves over with no cause.

I love you. I followed.

[Once again, he relaxed under her touch, though his arms tightened just a little around her.]

Then I will never doubt again.

[Her nose finds his cheek, then her lips, and the kiss is lifted in a smile.]

Did you also decide to never shave again? I'm still unsure what to make of this...

[He smiles as well, leaning his cheek against her forehead for a moment, laughing softly.]

I am more a man than a youth, my love. It was bound to happen eventually.

I know... I am unused to it, nothing more.

[Her fingers scrape gently through his beard, playing with the new texture.]

If you asked, I would shave it.

[He smiles, leaning into the touch.]

I like it. I think. [Her other hand comes up, too, fingertips scatching lightly.] ...are you here to effect another rescue?

That wasn't my purpose in coming. [He presses his forehead to hers.] But I think I must try now you're here.

You already know I'll follow you. [Small hands slide up into his hair.] And I've no compulsion to turn back now that you've seen me. Perhaps we'll be successful.

Together, I don't see how we could fail.

[He turns his face to kiss the inside of her wrist.]

We can't. [His lips prompt a shiver, and she laughs softly.] My skin is relearning your touch, look.

[Smiling, he presses his cheek to her arm, kissing over her skin.]

I will revel in teaching it.

You'll find me an avid student. [Her legs wrap around his waist, and she holds him close.] You smell almost the same... sunlight and springtime - but there's something else there. It's unfamiliar.

You always have been. [His arms wrap loosely around her, encouraging closeness.]

Aniseed?

How could I be otherwise, with you as my guide? [Nuzzling his neck, her nose finds the hollow behind his ear.] Hmm, yes... And... I think perhaps it's your clothing.

[He chuckles softly, tilting his head for her exploration, hand rubbing over her back.]

Soap, perhaps.

Soap? [She assumes he means a scented oil.

And she keeps nuzzling, lips brushing his skin gently.]

For washing the clothes...

[His voice trails off as her lips touch his skin, and one hand slides up her back to curl his fingers into her hair.]

Why do you even wear them? [His hands on her is something she didn't know she craved, and if nuzzling his neck will keep him there, she'll continue. And she'll answer her own question.] Time, and society...

[His breath hitches slightly simply through her closeness.]

Yes, both of those. They have developed strange ideas about bodies. About everything, really.

[She can't really get all that much closer than wrapped around him, so if he'd like to keep that hitch climbing, some movement will be required. But oh, to have him in her arms once more... Eurydice is all but drunk on his closeness, his scent, his touch.]

Humans are strange in general. They have so many rules for such short lives... [Ignoring her own short life.]

And their lives would be so much the richer without them.

[His voice comes out rough and raw. He can hardly think of anything at all with her so close. And he does shift, one hand still in her hair as the other moves to her hip, her thigh, urging their bodies impossibly closer.]