You had stumbled into Herme's bar after years of being alone out on the road. You were hungry, tired and on guard all the time.

But Hermes and the patrons of his tavern were kind...warm. Fed you, clothed you, helped you find work...but the boy who warmed you most was Orpheus.

Herme's sensitive, kind adopted demigod son. He was so desperate for your attention and affection. He'd been writing you all these songs on his lyre and constantly hovering around you just happy to be in your presence.

He acted like you were the very sun on his face, or a blooming flower, or priceless jewel...there was adoration in his eyes whenever he found himself near you...and it was nice.

When you started to reciprocate his affections after a few weeks in town he was over the moon. Writing you even more songs, dancing with you, helping you with anything you needed, just talking to you for hours on end.

He holds you adoringly one night as you say goodnight to him to leave the tavern. Hugging you protectively. "When I hold you it's like I'm holding the entire world in my arms." He whispers giving the crown of your head a soft kiss.