Just a room

[onceaviking]

He unlocks the door and pushes it open, letting Orpheus enter first.

It's fairly spartan. A bed, a chair, a writing desk.  A large window. He doesn't plan on resting here.

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus watches in fascination. It isn't what he was expecting, but he isn't particularly disgusted by it. He shivers a bit more as Eric's tongue moves over his skin.

"Well...that was certainly new."

[onceaviking]

Eric reaches up to yank the ribbon that is holding his hair (mostly) in place, out. He tosses it carelessly on the floor.

Freed, his hair is long enough to brush his shoulders. Straight and thick.

He stretches out on the bed and sighs. Then he says, "So you can not be bleed to death? That sounds -"

Intriguing. Useful.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles a bit at that, reaching up to touch Eric's hair lightly.

"As far as I've found, I can't die in any way. Not that I've tried them all, but I've definitely done a few."

[onceaviking]

Eric's eyes drift halfway shut. Perhaps he enjoys the touch. Perhaps he is just savoring the afterglow.

Perhaps -

"It is not something in your blood that does it, I think," he murmurs. "It is different. A little intoxicating. But not - not that different."

His accent is more pronounced now that he is relaxing.

He opens one eye again. "You are free to stay here. I go elsewhere when I sleep."

[golden_lyre]

"No, it's not something I was born with," Orpheus affirms. "It happened a bit later."

At the offer, he smirks and lays back himself. "I should probably go back to my own, actually."

[onceaviking]

Eric reaches over and runs a large, cool hand down Orpheus' chest and belly.

It's the closest he's gotten to a caress the whole time.

"I enjoyed myself," he says before sitting up. "Perhaps, we might do this again sometime."

And then - he is dressed and standing in front of Orpheus again. The air in the room still moving from his fast movements.

[golden_lyre]

He shivers again at the touch, laughing at the near instantaneous movements and pushing himself up.

"Yeah, maybe. It hasn't been unpleasant."

He's still feeling a bit dizzy himself, but he'll get up before long to clean up and dress.

[onceaviking]

Eric bends down to look at him and seemingly satisfied that he won't die once he is gone, he straightens and says, "Good night Orpheus."

And then he is gone.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus calls out an amused, "Good night, Eric," to the empty room.

[onceaviking]

[ooc: than you for a lovely thread :)]

[golden_lyre]

[ooc: Thank you! It was fun.]

[onceaviking]

[ooc: want me to link it to the Bar?]

[golden_lyre]

[ooc: Sure! :)]

[onceaviking]

[ooc: will do. Once I get to work >.> <.<]