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ᴏʀᴘʜᴇᴜs ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ. Bored out of his mind. And fed up, fed up with waiting to meet his uncle Kol. Stefan Salvatore had vanished off the face of the waking world, and had taken the entirety of his daggered grand-aunt and uncles with him. Also, Klaus being the overprotective grandfather that he was forbad him from getting anymore involved than he already was. To make matters even more wonderful, his parents had not made an appearance yet, in Orpheus' mind that meant two thing. Either they still had to reclaim his father's ruby, or they were making up for lost time - aka, his father was ravishing his mother. Orpheus grimaced at the mere thought of it, however he wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. So, to cure his boredom he had chosen to explore the mansion his grandfather was building, and during his wonderings, he made a discovery - one which made him beam from ear to ear - a big stash of art supplies.
The seemingly eighteen year old boy licked his lips, glancing around with devious eyes. Checking to see if Klaus or any of his hybrids were lurking about. He was completely alone. He casted his gaze on to the crowded room, the collection was practically calling out to him. His fingers twitched, he licked his lower lip. He smirked lightly, why not. He leapt forward, rummaging around. He pulled aside a canvas, a pencils and brushes. He bit his lip thoughtfully, searching for some black chalk, aimlessly through the crowd of paints - which he curled his lip at, he wasn't confident at all with paints. Unlike his mother, but even she struggled with them. Out of the paints they had played with, they always loved playing with inks. Which had always been a nightmare for Morpheus, who'd always insist on clean their faces afterwards.
Orpheus grinned when he found a single piece of black chalk, he gathered his stolen items and hurried off to the room he'd claimed as his own. Smirking to himself, excitement bubbling in his chest, he felt that song he found on youtube - I Fought the Law, by the Clash. He chuckled, as he entered his room, beginning to set himself up before starting to play with Klaus' art supplies.
ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ʀ
Morpheus and Elizabeth entered a warehouse, sharing a look before spliting up to look for his ruby, however they remained in one another's eyesight. He glanced at his wife briefly, he could barely keep his mind from dwelling on the softness of Elizabeth's lips, or the feeling of her body being pressed against his. He shook his head, racking his eyes along the shelves, he still remembered how Elizabeth failed to mention she was queen of the dreaming, he tilted his head, eyes half blinking several times. He threw a long glance at his wife, perhaps Elizabeth needed reminding that she was his wife, and that he was her husband? The endless licked his lips, averting his gaze.
Elizabeth looked at Morpheus over shoulder, noting how he tilted his head. She shifted her gaze, pulling box down so she could peer into it. She wondered what was running though his mind. She smiled lightly, remembering the kiss they'd shared. She had forgotten how much she had missed him over the centuries. She turned, looking at her husband "I wonder if Orpheus has driven dad up the wall yet."
