Orpheus | Parody
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"Ιт'ѕ a ѕad ѕong [...], вυт we ѕιng ιт anyway." ~ Нadeѕтown
21+ #SmutlessRP
#GreekMythRP #Hadestown
MV/Selectively MS | #Fake
21+ #SmutlessRP
#GreekMythRP #Hadestown
MV/Selectively MS | #Fake
~ “I love upstairs. We should . . .”
Still, he stares at her in amazement. He could look at her forever.
“You are so beautiful.”
Still, he stares at her in amazement. He could look at her forever.
“You are so beautiful.”
October 14, 2025 at 10:35 AM
~ “I love upstairs. We should . . .”
Still, he stares at her in amazement. He could look at her forever.
“You are so beautiful.”
Still, he stares at her in amazement. He could look at her forever.
“You are so beautiful.”
The tears still come, but they are happy ones.
Eurydice is here in his arms again after all these years.
“Atropos?”
The one who cuts the thread of life. She gave them this? It seems he has a new deity to thank.
His gig has all but been forgotten. Taking her hand, Orpheus guides her inside. ~
Eurydice is here in his arms again after all these years.
“Atropos?”
The one who cuts the thread of life. She gave them this? It seems he has a new deity to thank.
His gig has all but been forgotten. Taking her hand, Orpheus guides her inside. ~
October 14, 2025 at 10:35 AM
The tears still come, but they are happy ones.
Eurydice is here in his arms again after all these years.
“Atropos?”
The one who cuts the thread of life. She gave them this? It seems he has a new deity to thank.
His gig has all but been forgotten. Taking her hand, Orpheus guides her inside. ~
Eurydice is here in his arms again after all these years.
“Atropos?”
The one who cuts the thread of life. She gave them this? It seems he has a new deity to thank.
His gig has all but been forgotten. Taking her hand, Orpheus guides her inside. ~
Orpheus nods.
“Thank you. And I am,” he replies with a laugh. “Lovestruck, that is. So maybe there really is something to those arrows of yours.”
“Thank you. And I am,” he replies with a laugh. “Lovestruck, that is. So maybe there really is something to those arrows of yours.”
October 14, 2025 at 1:30 AM
Orpheus nods.
“Thank you. And I am,” he replies with a laugh. “Lovestruck, that is. So maybe there really is something to those arrows of yours.”
“Thank you. And I am,” he replies with a laugh. “Lovestruck, that is. So maybe there really is something to those arrows of yours.”
~ his forehead against hers. “How is it possible that you are here?
He would thank whatever god gave her back to him.
He would thank whatever god gave her back to him.
October 14, 2025 at 1:06 AM
~ his forehead against hers. “How is it possible that you are here?
He would thank whatever god gave her back to him.
He would thank whatever god gave her back to him.
She is stunning.
Letting out a shaky breath, Orpheus lifts his other hand to caress her cheek, assuring himself that she is really standing here in front of him.
Tears begin streaming down his cheeks, and he leans in, pressing his lips to hers in a reverent kiss.
“How?” he asks her, resting ~
Letting out a shaky breath, Orpheus lifts his other hand to caress her cheek, assuring himself that she is really standing here in front of him.
Tears begin streaming down his cheeks, and he leans in, pressing his lips to hers in a reverent kiss.
“How?” he asks her, resting ~
October 14, 2025 at 1:06 AM
She is stunning.
Letting out a shaky breath, Orpheus lifts his other hand to caress her cheek, assuring himself that she is really standing here in front of him.
Tears begin streaming down his cheeks, and he leans in, pressing his lips to hers in a reverent kiss.
“How?” he asks her, resting ~
Letting out a shaky breath, Orpheus lifts his other hand to caress her cheek, assuring himself that she is really standing here in front of him.
Tears begin streaming down his cheeks, and he leans in, pressing his lips to hers in a reverent kiss.
“How?” he asks her, resting ~
~ things. He has to be. Perhaps, he is going mad. Too many years of grief shattered what was left of his sanity.
Still, he reaches for her, but when his hand touches hers, he feels something . . . her soft skin. Warmth.
“Eurydice . . .” he murmurs in amazement. “You can’t be . . .”
Still, he reaches for her, but when his hand touches hers, he feels something . . . her soft skin. Warmth.
“Eurydice . . .” he murmurs in amazement. “You can’t be . . .”
October 14, 2025 at 12:38 AM
~ things. He has to be. Perhaps, he is going mad. Too many years of grief shattered what was left of his sanity.
Still, he reaches for her, but when his hand touches hers, he feels something . . . her soft skin. Warmth.
“Eurydice . . .” he murmurs in amazement. “You can’t be . . .”
Still, he reaches for her, but when his hand touches hers, he feels something . . . her soft skin. Warmth.
“Eurydice . . .” he murmurs in amazement. “You can’t be . . .”
Guitar case slung over his shoulder, Orpheus opens the door. His heart nearly stops at the sight he sees when he does.
She looks as beautiful as the day he last saw her. She always does in these hallucinations, though rarely are his visions so vivid. So solid. So real.
He knows he is seeing ~
She looks as beautiful as the day he last saw her. She always does in these hallucinations, though rarely are his visions so vivid. So solid. So real.
He knows he is seeing ~
October 14, 2025 at 12:38 AM
Guitar case slung over his shoulder, Orpheus opens the door. His heart nearly stops at the sight he sees when he does.
She looks as beautiful as the day he last saw her. She always does in these hallucinations, though rarely are his visions so vivid. So solid. So real.
He knows he is seeing ~
She looks as beautiful as the day he last saw her. She always does in these hallucinations, though rarely are his visions so vivid. So solid. So real.
He knows he is seeing ~
Short #Starter for @loveneverforgets.bsky.social | Wait for Me
Wait for me. The words he screamed into the darkness as he descended to find her. To bring her home.
Eurydice had been taken from him far too soon. They had been married for mere hours, and then she was . . . gone.
Surely the Fates~
Wait for me. The words he screamed into the darkness as he descended to find her. To bring her home.
Eurydice had been taken from him far too soon. They had been married for mere hours, and then she was . . . gone.
Surely the Fates~
Eurydice (@loveneverforgets.bsky.social)
'I have died every day waiting for you...'
#HADESTOWNRP #GreekMythos #AU
#SMUTFREE
loveneverforgets.bsky.social
October 13, 2025 at 11:09 PM
Mind of the Muse ~
October 13, 2025 at 11:09 PM
Mind of the Muse ~
~ audience but never himself.
They never heard what he could do when he still had hope. Then, he truly was the son of a Muse.
Now . . . he is a shadow.
They never heard what he could do when he still had hope. Then, he truly was the son of a Muse.
Now . . . he is a shadow.
October 13, 2025 at 11:08 PM
~ audience but never himself.
They never heard what he could do when he still had hope. Then, he truly was the son of a Muse.
Now . . . he is a shadow.
They never heard what he could do when he still had hope. Then, he truly was the son of a Muse.
Now . . . he is a shadow.
~ darkness.
Orpheus checks his reflection in the mirror. Perpetual bags under his eyes. More gray in his hair than he would care to admit. There is little of the boy he was the last time he saw his beloved wife.
He sighs and grabs his guitar case.
Another night singing songs that please his ~
Orpheus checks his reflection in the mirror. Perpetual bags under his eyes. More gray in his hair than he would care to admit. There is little of the boy he was the last time he saw his beloved wife.
He sighs and grabs his guitar case.
Another night singing songs that please his ~
October 13, 2025 at 11:08 PM
~ darkness.
Orpheus checks his reflection in the mirror. Perpetual bags under his eyes. More gray in his hair than he would care to admit. There is little of the boy he was the last time he saw his beloved wife.
He sighs and grabs his guitar case.
Another night singing songs that please his ~
Orpheus checks his reflection in the mirror. Perpetual bags under his eyes. More gray in his hair than he would care to admit. There is little of the boy he was the last time he saw his beloved wife.
He sighs and grabs his guitar case.
Another night singing songs that please his ~
~ too. Orpheus performs, still, but his music has never been the same. It is filled with melancholy now rather than hope.
One thing remains, though. He still whispers prayers that she will wait for him. Now, though, he knows he might not see her again until it is his time to descend into the ~
One thing remains, though. He still whispers prayers that she will wait for him. Now, though, he knows he might not see her again until it is his time to descend into the ~
October 13, 2025 at 11:08 PM
~ too. Orpheus performs, still, but his music has never been the same. It is filled with melancholy now rather than hope.
One thing remains, though. He still whispers prayers that she will wait for him. Now, though, he knows he might not see her again until it is his time to descend into the ~
One thing remains, though. He still whispers prayers that she will wait for him. Now, though, he knows he might not see her again until it is his time to descend into the ~
~ for her.
Orpheus defied Death to bring her home. Even the stones wept at his song. Even Hades wept.
Too eager — too fearful — he looked back . . . and she slipped away again.
Twenty-three years passed, and he has been trying to return to the Underworld. His heart was still hers. His song, ~
Orpheus defied Death to bring her home. Even the stones wept at his song. Even Hades wept.
Too eager — too fearful — he looked back . . . and she slipped away again.
Twenty-three years passed, and he has been trying to return to the Underworld. His heart was still hers. His song, ~
October 13, 2025 at 11:08 PM
~ for her.
Orpheus defied Death to bring her home. Even the stones wept at his song. Even Hades wept.
Too eager — too fearful — he looked back . . . and she slipped away again.
Twenty-three years passed, and he has been trying to return to the Underworld. His heart was still hers. His song, ~
Orpheus defied Death to bring her home. Even the stones wept at his song. Even Hades wept.
Too eager — too fearful — he looked back . . . and she slipped away again.
Twenty-three years passed, and he has been trying to return to the Underworld. His heart was still hers. His song, ~
~ enough to know his mind, for when he saw her, he knew he would marry her. Told her so moments after meeting her.
By some miracle, she didn’t run away. Or . . . slap him.
She saw him again, and he sang for her a song half-unfinished but all for her. His gift. He had planned a lifetime of songs~
By some miracle, she didn’t run away. Or . . . slap him.
She saw him again, and he sang for her a song half-unfinished but all for her. His gift. He had planned a lifetime of songs~
October 13, 2025 at 11:08 PM
~ enough to know his mind, for when he saw her, he knew he would marry her. Told her so moments after meeting her.
By some miracle, she didn’t run away. Or . . . slap him.
She saw him again, and he sang for her a song half-unfinished but all for her. His gift. He had planned a lifetime of songs~
By some miracle, she didn’t run away. Or . . . slap him.
She saw him again, and he sang for her a song half-unfinished but all for her. His gift. He had planned a lifetime of songs~
~ could not have intended /that/?
But what does he know? His mother is Calliope. A Muse. He is inclined to be romantic about this sort of thing.
Which is why Orpheus had fallen in love so swiftly and so completely. He was young. Twenty-three. Though perhaps that is not so very young. He was old~
But what does he know? His mother is Calliope. A Muse. He is inclined to be romantic about this sort of thing.
Which is why Orpheus had fallen in love so swiftly and so completely. He was young. Twenty-three. Though perhaps that is not so very young. He was old~
October 13, 2025 at 11:08 PM
~ could not have intended /that/?
But what does he know? His mother is Calliope. A Muse. He is inclined to be romantic about this sort of thing.
Which is why Orpheus had fallen in love so swiftly and so completely. He was young. Twenty-three. Though perhaps that is not so very young. He was old~
But what does he know? His mother is Calliope. A Muse. He is inclined to be romantic about this sort of thing.
Which is why Orpheus had fallen in love so swiftly and so completely. He was young. Twenty-three. Though perhaps that is not so very young. He was old~
“Some would say that I am foolish for believing in the impossible. Thank you for not laughing at me.”
Then again, Eros would believe in love if anyone did.
Then again, Eros would believe in love if anyone did.
October 13, 2025 at 10:52 PM
“Some would say that I am foolish for believing in the impossible. Thank you for not laughing at me.”
Then again, Eros would believe in love if anyone did.
Then again, Eros would believe in love if anyone did.