Hadestown-Modern

Enter Orpheus: The day Orpheus comes into Hermes, Persephone, and Hades’ lives

Holding the world in your arms: Hades holds his daughter for the first time.

Built in Best Friend: Orpheus meets Junie, and his goals shift. 

Thanksgiving: the ‘come home with me’ moment from the show but..a bit modernized. The moment that kicks it all off so to speak. 

“I love you, I mean it”; Orpheus says I love you far too soon, surprising no-one. 

Whole Food and Grilled Cheese: Orpheus wants to cook to impress Eurydice. So naturally, who does he turn to? Hades. 

The time Eurydice fakes sick : Eurydice fakes sick to See orpheus play a show. 

Uncle Ophie: The moment Eurydice realizes that maybe forever with this man is..enticing. 

Christmas pt.1 and Christmas pt.2 : A month since thanksgiving, life is speeding up quickly for Orpheus and Eurydice. 

First Doctor’s Visit: “we don’t know what we’re doing..but we can’t wait to meet you.”

Fight part 1: part 2: part 3: part 4: Bonus: There is no such thing as a perfect relationship, as Orpheus is forced to learn, on the day he gets everything he ever dreamed of. 

Graduation: Orpheus graduates college, a monumental moment for his three parents and his sweating, hormonal girlfriend.

Labor: “I can’t. she’s so much safer inside.”

French fry: Meet Melody, our sweet angel baby. 

“I love her, even if she’s ugly.” Junie meets her best friend for the first time.

"Persephone is everyone’s mom. Thats it thats the fic”: Eurydice reveals her daughter’s middle name to persephone, and the reasoning behind it. (I also love this one -A)

Melody: Eurydice realizes her worth and that, more importantly, she is not her mother 

Dear Baby: Eurydice loves nothing more than this moment, with her daughter asleep on her chest, and for the first time realizes that maybe its okay to love with her whole being .

Dress: Eurydice’s wedding dress, gifted by a cosmic superstar.

Eurydice Graduates: Exactly what you expect

Wedding: Self explanatory, but the Orphydice Wedding.

Wedding Toasts:  A definitive collection of the love that all the main players of this AU have for each other.

Between Major Life events:

Not all fics depict major moments. Below are soft, everyday moments. This is not to say they are not major for the AU, just not the key plot players seen above. 

Hades/Persephone

Ramen: Persephone does not cook, and this is the most distressing thing Hades ever learns about her. 

Loss: Persephone has a bad day, Hades takes care of her. Based on a prompt received on @dilforpheus 

Cookie Dough: Persephone has a thing for cookie dough. Hades thinks it’s a bad idea. Except, when he doesn’t. 

Paint: heavy content warning. Persephone paints to hide the scars of what could have been,

Junie Bee: based on a prompt of Hades bonding with his infant daughter. (arguably my favorite part I've written -A).  

Baby Steps: Junie takes her first steps to her dad in the middle of his work day. Based on a prompt for Persphone, Hades, and Junie!

That’s Not a Name That’s a Plant: Hades finds out what (the universe) Persephone named their daughter.

Chopped, Junie edition: Hades created a monster in this high maintenance little girl of his. Especially when it comes to cooking. 

Persephone and Eurydice (these two are my favorite to write -A)

“Don’t have sex you will get pregnant and be made fun of by Persephone”: My favorite banter of all. Persephone reminding Eurydice to use condoms every chance she gets.

How? it Just happens: Eurydice worries about the changes coming to her life, and ask Persephone how to be the person she never had. 

Anniversary Gifts: Persephone talks Eurydice into giving Orpheus a very..personal.. anniversary gift. 

Boxed Cake: Based on a prompt, where Persephone and Eurydice attempt to cook. This goes about as well as you can expect.

Costco: People wanted this. People wanted to read about Eurydice, mother of three (at the time) dragging Persephone into costco. I delivered. (Pure crack if you want a laugh -A)

Hi, Best Friend: Junie is so excited to meet the best friend she thinks Eurydice is making, just for her. 

Midnight Rescue: Persephone is such a resource to new parent orphydice, even at 2 am. 

Mom’s Group: Persephone and Eurydice bet who can last longer at a mom’s play group. Neither win.

What you’re made for: The day Aria is born is the day Eurydice realizes what Persephone means to her. 

“What an Awful Life:” Persephone just...is savage to Eurydice because she can drink wine and Eurydice can’t

Orphydice moments

FIrst Date: After two weeks together, Orpheus realizes they have never been on a real date. He plans to remedy this. 

Home: Orpheus, in the very beginnings of their relationship, reflects on what it’s like to have Eurydice in his life

Happy Birthday, Orpheus: Orpheus and Eurydice, new in their relationship, go on a birthday adventure of thrift shopping. 

Damn Children- Soft, fluffy Orphydice in the bar one night. As told by Hermes who has to watch them constantly touch. 

What Baking Can Do: Weeks before their daughter is born, Eurydice crash bakes her anxiety out. 

“Bar bitch so Danielle stops yelling at me” : Random woman comes to the bar to flirt with Orpheus. Big Mistake. Orpheus Doesn’t notice, Eurydice goes Feral. 

Diaper Bag: Orpheus thinks his daughter is the cutest thing in the world, even if that means his packing skills are not the best when for preparing for a day out.

Bitten: Melody, the cutest chonk of a baby, biting her parents.

Picnic Lunch: Orpheus brings Melody to visit campus between Eurydice’s midtems.

BASEBALL: Eurydice signs Orpheus up for an adult baseball league so she can lust over him in his baseball pants. Thats it. Thats the fic.

Halloween Treat: Halloween goes wrong...and then so right for Orpheus and Eurydice

Shave the Fucking Beard: Eurydice doesn’t like bearded Orpheus. Adult-ish content

Easter Bunny - Orpheus, on Easter, is reminded of his true feelings about the Easter bunny

Puddle Splashing: Orpheus, Eurydice, and their newly walking baby on a wet spring day. 

Baby Bubble Bath- They....give Melody a bubble bath. That’s all

The Diner Fries: Orpheus and Eurydice share their special diner booth, and favorite snack, with the love of their life. 

Pre-K: Eurydice is not, nor will she ever be, ready to let her baby walk away from her. 

DEMETER

Spring Day: An introduction to young Demeter and the woman who raises Persephone. A cosmic angel.

Bee Man: A new beekeeper catches Demeter’s eye. ( it’s Much better but I cannot summarize  -A)

a Cosmic Suggestion: Demeter doesn’t wake up wishing for a baby.. that would be crazy, wouldn’t it?

Will you help me? - Demeter has made her request, and now she is getting her wish. 

Carnival - Theo takes Demeter to the fair-they talk about life

Disowned: Demeter tells her mother about her pregnancy. She’s less than thrilled.

Planting a Tree: “It is family tradition, when a baby is born, you plant a tree”

THESE DO NOT FIT INTO JUST ONE CATEGORY:

He Could Be a Hot Dad: Orpheus thinks that taking his niece to the coffee shop with him will catch the attention of a certain woman. It does, but not in the way he hoped. 

Junie’s Dance Class: Orpheus and Eurydice go with Persephone to an “open class” at little Junie’s dance studio. He takes the class with her

Coffee Cups: Orpheus didn’t read what his coffee cup said before meeting Hermes that morning

Beach: Family beach trip. Eurydice acts up.  Enough said. 

They had no halloween plans when they woke up the day before, nothing set in stone anyway.

They had just been sitting together on the couch, Orpheus on the end with his one year old asleep in his left arm with both his legs tucked underneath him. Eurydice is not far from him in the middle segment, sitting cross legged with various papers balancing on both her knees. She’s flipping through some inventory sheets for the bar- deciding exactly what to feature for November and the weeks leading to Thanksgiving. Hermes had taught her the year prior exactly how much busier they tended to get in the winter holiday season, and she had dutifully made mental note of the increased demands for whiskey, rosemary, and dry red wines. As Eurydice scribbled values into her order forms, she realized the date. She squints, before pushing her glasses back to the proper place on the bridge of her nose as if it would change the dates infront of her.

“Halloween is Saturday?” Eurydice turns her head to glance at him so quickly that her glasses slide back down her nose, this time landing in the papers in her lap. “Like..two days away, Saturday?”  Eurydice’s eyes shift to Melody, newly 14 months old, curled up against her father’s chest. Little eyelids barely flutter with her sleep, and if she were to lean in closer she is sure she’d hear the tiny baby snores she sometimes gave in her deepest moments of sleep. Surely she wouldn’t remember any of it- she wasn’t likely to begrudge her parents for failing to dress her as a little pumpkin and traipse her around their little town. Still, it unsettles Eurydice to have forgotten something that should be a childhood staple. Her left hand raises to capture Melody’s onesie clad foot with a sigh. “I’m supposed to be better than this. You’ve been trying to get into it for weeks…I thought we had more time and-”

They had talked about the approaching day of October 31st very casually. Orpheus would hold up tiny baby costumes when they went to get groceries, usually to be met with soft laughs from Eurydice as she shook her head and pushed forward with following the shopping list on her wrist, ensuring they’d grab something for her once they were more sure of the weather forecast for the Halloween Weekend. He had snuck in pumpkin shaped sugar cookies once or twice, a welcome treat Eurydice wouldn’t complain about. He had suggested cutting open a large pumpkin and sitting Melody inside of it for the sake of pictures, which Eurydice promised they would get to in time.

And now that time is out.

“Hey..hey.. it’s okay.” Orpheus reaches his free hand out, taking hers in his own, his thumb rubbing her knuckles in the practiced way of both a musician and a lover. “She’s little! We can put her in one of her little tutu dresses and say she’s a little ballerina baby.” He smiles- one of those genuine, kind smiles that really do convey that he genuinely believes it will all be okay. “She can’t even eat candy! We can watch a movie with her!” Orpheus grabs for the remote, seemingly ready to get a jump on the movie marathon now. “When I was little, Hermes always put on this one movie for me, about a little girl whose grandmother is a witch in a different dimension and could only come for halloween and they have to go save halloween together..we’d come home from trick’or’treatin’ and Seph would sit and sneak me extra pieces of candy. When I got a lil older she started letting me come to her Halloween party too...”  Orpheus begins to ramble on about the movies, flipping through their streaming options with a purpose. As he looks for the movie in question, he shifts, as he often does, to her. “What was your favorite part of it as a little kid? The candy or the movies or dressing up or-”

“I didn’t have one.”

Orpheus stops scrolling, that being enough to pull him from his train of thought. “...didn’t have a favorite?” Orpheus, no matter how well he knows what his wife’s answer meant, can’t help but hope for a brighter explanation.

“After my mom died, I didn’t really have halloween. Once I got to college I got to go out once or twice! When I was little though, I don’t know if I ever dressed up. I don’t have any pictures or anything like that. I don’t remember it, if I ever did do anything. I’m sure I did when I was little.” Eurydice shakes her head, hair brushing the tips of her shoulders as she does so. She can see the way his face is starting to fall, and quickly squeezes his hand in response. “I don’t want that for Melody, Orpheus.  I want her to have a favorite candy and to light up when she gets to pick her costume and to remember that her Daddy carves pumpkins with her while he watches her favorite movie with her. I don’t want her to end up like-”

She watches as he looks away from her and back to Melody. She can almost see it in his eyes- she recognizes what he is thinking. It’s not a fear of Melody turning up like Eurydice- something Orpheus makes abundantly clear would be one of the greatest joys he would ever have– but rather the fear of her alone. Fear of her losing both of them, somehow falling through the cracks like Eurydice had, being raised without the slightest bit of love or kindness directed at her. It’s an unspoken fear and one that doesn’t need to be said- Melody had an entire family who would fight tooth and nail for her. One that had the resources to do so, if needed, too. Melody wasn’t destined to end up without childhood memories of her own.

“I think this is perfect for her right now.” Orpheus promised, bringing her knuckles to his lips to kiss softly. “Maybe we can even get her a pumpkin to sit in like last year.”

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Eurydice had fully intended to go to the store that next morning, hoping to comb over the leftover pumpkins, maybe grab more of those cookies Orpheus likes, and grab a chocolate bar or two for them to share.

However, when Persephone arrived at her door with a box full of decorations and a brown paper bag full of some fried breakfast selection, Eurydice’s plans were redirected.

She lets herself through Eurydice’s door frame, shoving the fast food bag into her hands. “I come with gifts.” Persephone sets the box down by Eurydice’s doormat, looking around over her shoulders. “Where’s Miss Melody?”

“Good morning to you too, Seph.” Though She doesn’t complain as she fishes a hash brown out for herself. “Melody is down for her nap- what are you doing? What is that?” Her foot nudges the cardboard as she peaks inside, catching a glimpse of something shimmering gold. “Where’s Junie..is that tinsel?”

“Junie’s at school. I had to finish some decorations for the party and I was bored. You’ve never turned me away when I bring you a meal.” Persephone picks the box back up and heads towards  Eurydice’s living room area. “Besides. You’ve got little nimble fingers for those tricky details.”

Eurydice follows behind on, hands crossed over her chest. “Party? What party? Why are we threading beads on strings-”

Persephone parks herself on Eurydice’s couch, curling her legs up underneath her as she begins to unpack her box. “The combination Halloween-Birthday Party for my husband. Remember? I married a man who hates his Halloween birthday…I do this every year.. Ringing any bells?” She hands Eurydice some gold painted acrylic and a marker pen, before sliding a paper as well. “You have to come this year. You got a pass last year with the new baby…Can you copy that drink menu pretty please? I hired a couple of bartenders to run the drinks- I couldn’t decide between the pumpkin old fashioned, the witches brew martini, or the mim-ghost-as.  Figured bar staff can just make it all.”

She takes the menu and does copy it without resisting, before she sighs heavily, rubbing at her face with the heel of her hand. “I forgot. Just like I forgot Halloween. Go ahead. You can say it. I’m a terrible mother.  Last year I at least had an excuse. She was two months old, we couldn't take her out in the cold like that, you know. This time i’m just forgetful and unorganized and-”

“Oh, shush.” Seph waves off with her hand, the others pulling out golden sequins, which Eurydice can tell are strung together by large round rings. “Junie is five and just started showing interest in Halloween. You aren’t scarring Melody for life. Orpheus was terrified of Halloween until he was at least ten years old, really you’re probably doing her a favor. Speaking of Melody-'' She digs down into her box with one hand, before finally pulling back out with fabric balled in her hands. “Isn’t this just so cute?”

In her hand is a little black onesie, covered in caricatures of candy corn. Some smile and some have little pink bows, the feet adorned with embroidered, smiling ghosts. “ I figured you can bring her over in it, I’ll tell Junie she has matching pajamas in her room, and that’ll get her to go down for the night- she loves the attention of a party.  She actually thinks it’s for her. Hades isn’t going to correct her either, so she’s been telling all of the kids in her class that her daddy tells her she’s a real princess with subjects who come to see her.”  Persephone folds the little pajama set and places it on Eurydice’s thigh.  “My mom will be there. She’ll take Melody and Junie up for bed. You can have a little grown up night alone. You’re so welcome.”

“Seph…it’s too late for us to come. We don’t have costumes. We don’t have time to get them. We’re just going to stay in, Orpheus has some movie he wants to watch. We’ll be okay.” Eurydice draws a little ghost caricature next to one of the signature drink names. “I will cash in that adult night next month though-”

“Eurydice, baby, do what every other girl your age does, throw on some lingerie and a headband and call it a day. You have your whole lives to watch movies on the couch,” Seph goes back to her task of attaching what Eurydice now recognizes as a photo backdrop together, shooting a teasing smile towards her younger counterpart. “You could put on that black corset from last year, some bunny ears. Little playboy bunny moment. Orpheus could be-”

“Excuse me, isn’t that more appropriate for you?” Eurydice interrupts, just as teasing towards Persephone. “Actually, I’m more shocked that you haven’t pulled that-”

“Seven years ago. The theme that year was a Casino.” Persephone admits, coy grin on her face. “This year is the 1920s. Prohibition. All that fun stuff.”

“Persephone, I am a mother. I am a wife. I can’t wear those things in public.”

“And you’re also like..twenty three. You’re young. You’re hot. Besides, you really don’t think it’d be fun to watch Orpheus try to avert his eyes and be gentlemanly  all night? You can even stay over after. It’s not public. It’s my house. Wearing that would not be the worst thing you’ve ever done in my home.” She shifts the decorations back into the box, standing up off of the couch and heading towards Eurydice’s bedroom. “In fact, I even know exactly what you could be.”

“Yeah I'll think about- Seph, where are you going?”

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“Orpheus, are you almost ready?” Despite her better Judgment, Eurydice decided to go to the party with Orpheus. Seph was right- not only right but also offering free babysitting and a place to stay at the end of the night. They had stopped by the town costume pop up 15 minutes before closing, frantically searching for anything left they could combine into something resembling costumes. She exits their bedroom in the exact thing Seph had suggested, and Eurydice is sure that Seph was not right about this.

The scarlet lace bodysuit is cut to the bottom of her sternum, a wide and deep V held up but the flimsy lace straps that sit on the edges of her shoulders. Under the bottom of the bodysuit she wears red fishnet tights they grabbed at the store, though it isn't as though the minimal coverage leaves much to the imagination. Much like was suggested to her, she wears a headband with little devil horns on top, the same shade of red as the lipstick on her lips.

Persephone had loaned her red patent knee-high boots (when asked why she even had them, Seph reminded her not to ask questions she didn’t really want answers to), that click as she walks across the apartment in them. “Orpheus? Baby, do you need some help?”

Eurydice catches her reflection in the mirror as she walks through the kitchen and nearly shrinks back into their bed and refuses to leave. It felt like too..much. She turns to the side, ready to pick apart her appearance when she hears soft little coos of mama babbling for her from the living room.

She crosses over to her baby, crouching to her level to scoop her from where she sits in her playpen. Melody simply lights up as she sees her, clapping her little hands as she reaches up towards her mother, the widest smile on her face. “Hello my little angel girl.” Eurydice settles Melody on her hip, squeezing at her chubby baby cheeks to elicit a little giggle from her. Little baby hands grasp at the straps of her bodysuit, Melody’s little face burying itself against the skin of her chest. “Are you almost ready for bed? You’re gonna have a little sleepover.. Mama’ll be right down the hall though. I promise.” Eurydice kisses the top of Melody’s curly covered head, debating whether to feed her and put her to sleep now or wait. “Orpheus? Baby, do you think I should feed her or are you gonna need some help-”

“Can you help me with the pink stuff on my face, I think I got it but-” Orpheus finally peeks his head out of the bathroom, the white feathered halo attached to his headband bobbling with his abrupt movement. “Oh my god.”  Orpheus literally drops the pink makeup compact in his hand the instant he sees her, suddenly seeming to forget whatever he was about to ask for. He goes to exit the bathroom only to get his little glittery white wings caught in the door frame. “Eurydice..oh..um..oh my god.” He stutters out again, mouth hanging slightly ajar as he stares at his wife. Orpheus tugs the hem of his white shirt down over the front of his jeans, debating between trying to adjust or simply saying screw the party and carry her right back to their room. “You look…you’re so..”

“Is it too much?” Eurydice turns, red lips dropping into a pout as she is suddenly even more aware of exactly how much of her skin is visible. “I can try to find a shirt or something.”

“You are flawless.” He finally manages, running his hand through his hair in a characteristic display of shock and awe. “Flawless. Stunning. Gorgeous. Pick one. Not too much. Not too much at all.”  Orpheus composes himself- as much as he can when he sees Eurydice in the way he does now. “God you’re so- fuck you’re my wife.”  He steps forward and stares, awestruck. At her. His face is flushed now, even without the blush eurydice suggested to give him that..angelic..look he was going for.

It’s Eurydice who now feels warmth spread across her cheeks, at Orpheus’ oh so earnest reaction. Okay, maybe someone was right in suggesting this for the night out. “You aren’t sounding very angelic right now, my love.” She teases, turning to face him full on. “I’m not even sure you need the blush now.” She walks towards him anyway, kneeling gracefully to grab the makeup compact. One hand holding the baby, with the other she opens the compact and coats her finger with product. Using her middle finger, Eurydice swipes some glittery pink over the bridge of his nose to complete the warm look. She notices the darkness in his eyes- eyes that were glancing right past her face and right down the front of her top. “Hey. Eyes up here.” She teased, snapping the makeup compact and giving him a smile that dances between teasing and coy. “You’re a good boy, remember.”

As if he doesn’t hear her, Orpheus’s hands settle around her waist, pulling her hips flush against his. His hands trail just a little lower, fingers dancing along the- very high- cut lace on her hips. “You wore this before, on um..at..uh…our uh..”

“Honeymoon.The Last night. I remember. And clearly you do too.” She remarks, commenting on the obvious effect she had on more than just his loss for words. Eurydice threads her arm around his waist, biting her lip as her fingers hook under the spandex straps of his little wings. “I like this look. But you aren’t pulling off..angelic..very well when you look at me like that.”

“Mmm, we could stay in..that plan still sounds good..” Orpheus mumbles as he leans down, lips finding the side of her neck just below her ear. “I think I know what a good Halloween treat would taste like-”

“We promised.” Eurydice whines, breath hitching in her throat. “Well, I promised- and we got a babysitter out of it. We’ll have all night..” She leans her head back and pulls away with a sigh, “Come on. Be a good boy and maybe you’ll get an extra treat.”

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Somehow they make it to the party.

Eurydice wears an oversized leather jacket of his as they take the walk to Persephone’s. They do not stand out by any means- the streets are filled with people wearing less than them both, though Orpheus wouldn’t know. His hand strummed on her hip, hand trailing lower every few steps forward. He nearly stepped off the sidewalk multiple times from his lack of attention to his surroundings. His eyes- and mind- were elsewhere.

The music can be heard  even before they enter the house, and when the door swings open they walk directly into the gold sequin wall decor Persephone had been making only the day before. They are greeted by a waiter with a tray full of champagne flutes, dressed as if he himself walked out of the Great Gatsby and into Persephone’s hallway. Orpheus takes two- holding one for Eurydice whose hands are full of a now sleeping baby that is draped over her chest. He is helping her slip out of his jacket when a voice calls out to them.

“There you finally are. I started to think you weren’t coming.” Persephone greets them from the end of her entry way, shining brighter than the crystal chandelier she had hung above her stairs. She’s wearing a black fringed-flapper style dress with feathers in her hair. Stealing the show is the flashing emerald jewelry from her neck to her fingers. Everything in the room dulls in comparison to the way she herself glimmers, even against what Eurydice would bet are real crystals decorating half the home.  “And look at you Eurydice. She’s a sexy little thing, isn’t she Orpheus.” Persephone teases, holding out her arms. “Here. My mom just took Junie upstairs. She tried to make her father’s colleagues bow to her, introducing herself as the princess and in line for the throne and thus would be their boss. I figured that was enough Junie for the night…I promised her Melody was coming soon in her matching Pajamas.” Seph gently takes the baby– wrapped in her little purple blanket– and cradles her to her shoulder. “Go, have fun. My mama’s got her for the night.”

Eurydice is only slightly reluctant to hand her over to Persephone, kissing her temple as she does so. “Goodnight baby,” She whispers, though Melody was long since lulled to sleep by their walk over. “I can’t believe Demeter didn’t dress up and just came to watch Junie..”

“Oh she did. She’s been Mother Earth every year since I started this party fifteen years ago.” Persephone explains, turning to take Melody away from the excitement. “If you need her she’ll be in Junie’s room. You know where your room is.”

Eurydice watches as Persephone carries her daughter off, feeling the cool glass of a champagne flute slipping into her fingers. Orpheus smiles at her as he laces his fingers into her own, leading her forward into the depths of the house.

Eurydice was having more fun than she expected, she realized a few hours into the event. Plates full of cookies and treats pass her at intervals too perfect to resist, and trays full of drinks are never absent when she is finishing one, always ready to pass her another. She’s on her fourth- maybe fifth- witchy themed cocktail, laughing as Hermes (dressed head to toe in a gold sequined suit, mind you) tells her yet another story about Orpheus’s halloween antics as a little child, when she catches Orpheus' gaze across the room.

He’s talking to someone she recognizes as Demeter, who has returned to the festivities after getting the children solidly to sleep. He isn’t looking at her though. No, Orpheus is leaning against the wall, half empty glass in his hand, eyes locked on her.  Even from across the room she can see just how dark they are, how something beyond his usual admiration fills them. She catches as he licks his bottom lip when she turns to face him, watching the way his chest heaves while his breath catches in his throat. Lust, Eurydice realizes. He’s got pure, unfiltered lust in his eyes. 

Eurydice excuses herself from the conversation, taking one final sip of her drink before she struts towards him. She isn’t sure if it’s the drinks or the way he’s looking at her, but as soon as she reaches him she’s pulling him by the neck of his shirt to her height. She’s got her lips on his in a matter of moments, her back to the wall as she pulls him flush against her.

Nevermind that they are in a room full of people- including his family- Orpheus’s hands firmly come to rest on her hips, sliding lower in the back as soon as he was sure his body obscured any view of them. In a minute or so she pulls back, head leaning against the wall. She notes the way his lips are now covered in her red lipstick, and she is sure hers look no better any more.

“You look like you like what you see. You like the little devil on your shoulder then?” She taunts, her hands threading up to grasp at the roots of his hair.

Orpheus dips his head back to her neck, leaving a trail of her own lipstick down to her collarbone. “You’re just….you’re irresistible.”

“Mmm..why’re you resisting then?” Eurydice teases, her other hand dancing along the hem of his jeans, hidden from view by his body between them and the other party goers (who, may it be said, weren’t even paying attention with the flurry of activities to distract them). “Do something about it, then baby.”

When his hands start to tug at her tights, it is Eurydice who pushes him off of her. She takes him by the hand and leads him towards the corner of the kitchen. Her hand fumbles for the door knob of the same pantry they had found themselves in last thanksgiving, and she pushes him inside.

When Orpheus stumbles out not too long after, with red lipstick marks from his lips to his collarbone, across the front of his white shirt, and -unashamedly- along the top, button, and pocketlines of his jeans it appears that no one had noticed their absence.