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Steve came to Milliways on purpose this time.

He's outside by the lake, sitting on a rock near the shore. (in the back of his mind, it may be because he has no desire to run into the vampire again.) He's working on preliminary sketches for three different drawings, and singing to himself in a passable baritone.

The first is an oceanscape--the Pacific Ocean on a fine day, the waves rolling to a nearly empty beach. Only one dark-haired figure is one the shore.

The second is a play on one of the Captain America trading cards, with YOU CAN DO IT written at the top in large, friendly letters.

The third, his current project, is of a young man playing guitar. It's the most intense of them all, with dark lines and negative space. The musician's expression is as focused as Steve's.

As he draws, Steve sings under his breath, "'Night and day, you are the one, only you beneath the moon and under the sun...in the roaring traffic's boom or the silence of my lonely room, I think of you...night and day...'"

[ooc: Open all day, though I will be in and out periodically.]

[tiny tag: the Huntsman]

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He nods.

"I'm from England. I think." He frowns. He's still not clear on that fact. Will's accent is the most familiar, though.

His accent will sound distinctly Scottish, to Steve, however.

"You sound it," says Steve, though the Huntsman sounds nothing like Agent Carter, the only English person he knows well. But he's not too clear on the finer points of accents, anyway.

That makes two of them, then. Plus the added confusion of Milliways making everyone speak the same language, or sound that way.

Not that the Huntsman's realised that yet.

"Sorry," he says after a moment. "I'm keeping you from your drawing." His cheeks flush a little as he looks down at the picture of Orpheus again. His mind's still a whirl, and he's not sure if he wants to seek out the young man. God. Thing. Or whether he wants to keep avoiding him.

"You're not," Steve assures him. "It's just something to keep my fingers limber. I'm not even sure I'm going to show him."

Though he notices the flush, and wonders at it.

"He's okay, last I saw him," he adds gently. "After that whole mess."

Assuming, of course, that a friend of Orpheus knows how the last few days have been.

"You should," he says. Not that Orpheus' ego needs any more stroking, of course. He frowns at Steve, shaking his head a little.

"What do you mean?" The Huntsman is oblivious to what's happened to Orpheus - hasn't seen him in days.

"Oh," says Steve, realizing. "He, uh, got into a dust-up with someone on the security team, which led to some angry music-making, which lead to a disagreement with someone who broke his shoulder. But he's been healed."

The Huntsman blinks. Teja's on the Security team, and he didn't mention any fights.

"Is he alright?" He asks, softly. No matter his own complicated feelings about Orpheus - he still hopes he's not hurt.

"Last I saw him," Steve says. "He was just waiting on what the head of security was going to do with him.

"Nothing too severe, I hope, too."

He frowns. "Why did he fight with Security?" He didn't get into trouble for dueling with the little troll man, or for trying his hand against Theresa. He's curious as to what Orpheus did to upset them.

"Not a physical fight," Steve says. "I think that's not Orpheus's style. This fella made vague threats toward him--on behalf of someone who apparently even told him not to do anything about whatever happened between them--and it made Orpheus angry.

"I don't blame him. If you're going to be warned against doing something, you should be told what it is you've supposedly done."

The Huntsman goes very, very pale. And very, very still.

"The man who threatened him," he says, very quietly. Through gritted teeth. "Was his name Teja? Dark-haired, gloomy, carries an axe?"

"Yeah." Steve eyes the Huntsman. "I guess you know him."

"I work for him," he says, jaw still tight.

This is his fault. Teja's taken what he said in confidence, and Orpheus has ended up hurt because of it.

The Huntsman bows his head, looking as if he might be close to throwing up.

Even an unobservant person would notice how upset the Huntsman is, and Steve is pretty damn observant.

He lays a hand gently on the Huntsman's back to give him a few sympathetic pats.

"He's okay now," he reminds the Huntsman.

He tenses, sitting up straight again and getting to his feet.

"Where is he?" He asks.

Steve removes his hand at once. Okay, touch bad.

"Probably the cells? I don't know where those are, though."

Edited 2012-07-30 20:06 (UTC)

The Huntsman bites back a growl of frustration. Very well - Teja first. Then the cells. Hefting his axe over his shoulder, he heads for the main door to the Bar, face grim.

"Nice to meet you," Steve says quietly to the Huntsman's back, and then sighs and resumes drawing.

Edited 2012-07-30 20:10 (UTC)