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Conversation with Orpheus
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Finch knew better than this. He knew that these feelings he had should not be acted upon. Yet, once again, he had let himself give into temptation and once again, Orpheus was negatively impacted by his lack of self-control. The kiss itself was warm and comforting. It was everything Finch craved but couldn’t have simply because society would not allow him to. However, as he pulled away, he saw that the reaction forming on the other man’s face was one of fear. Genuine fear. An emotion Finch would never have wanted to cause him and he immediately filled with guilt and shame. He shouldn’t have kissed him.
Orpheus began pleading with someone or something, though Finch did not know who or what. Was it directed at him or a figment of his imagination? Finch watched as his legs gave out and he crashed into his desk, wiping his mouth. He attempted to will himself to go to him, to help him, but his body betrayed him and his legs wouldn’t budge. He was frozen in place, unable to do anything but observe the scene playing out in front of him.
Orpheus’ frightened yelling transported him from one state of shock into another. He was watching him unravel and it was beyond heartbreaking but despite his every desire to do so, he could not move and that frustrated him. He was brought out of his frustration by Orpheus’ butler, Jerald, taking hold of his arm and escorting him out of the Langston estate. As he was led through the halls, he noticed something that had escaped him when he first came in. All of the mirrors in the house were covered by sheets of white fabric. It gave the building an eerie quality and under different circumstances, Finch would have inquired as to why it was that way.
“A…alright.” Finch responded as he was ushered out the door and told word would be sent when Orpheus was feeling better. Before he could say anything else, the door was shut, leaving Finch in a strange in-between state. He knew he couldn’t go back inside but he also wasn’t sure if he could just go about his day and continue his callings not knowing if Orpheus was okay. As he stood staring at the Langston estate, there was one question that was persistently appearing in his thoughts:
What have I done?
@DandelionKate - Orpheus