Open: All that you are is a face in the mirror

[vineleaves]

That was certainly a weird dream. If he hadn't experienced everyone else being ...weird alternate versions, he wouldn't think anything of it, but considering the fact that he had, he is now wondering if it happened to him, as well.

First order of business though is of course checking on Mercutio, to make sure he is back. Once that particular fear is gone, he decides breakfast is in order, then he should check up on the garden. Hopefully today will be normal and uneventful.



If anyone would like to speak with regular Dionysus now that he is no longer an AU, feel free! Or honestly if you just want to talk to him anyway, that's fine too.

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[sagramore]

Since Dionysus came after the dance, he missed seeing Sagramore wear this. It's a corseted gown that's cut low, showing off his curly grey chest hair and the dog pendant Laertes made him, with a full skirt that twirls delightfully when he spins; the color is Laertes' favorite, sunset red.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus laughs. "I think you've been sleeping with the wrong god if that's the afterlife you're trying to get to, love." But his hand is back playing with Grantaire's curls, smoothing them back away from the side of his face. "But there's unlimited... well, I guess everything, in Hades, from what I saw. ...Don't go visiting any time soon though."

[futaille]

"There's basically unlimited everything here, too, so I'm not particularly eager to leave."

[vineleaves]

"Good." Another kiss, although this one is slower than the others were.

[futaille]

He kisses back with a soft pleased hum.

[vineleaves]

Sagramore is, of course, absolutely beautiful in it. Dionysus has that dreamy look back on his face and he steps back, going on his tiptoes to give him a kiss, his hands running across the exposed part of Sagramore's chest.

[sagramore]

He grins as he kisses back warmly, his own arms slipping around Dionysus' waist. "Doth it please thee?"

[vineleaves]

"You can say that again," he says before going back for another kiss. Sagramore is beautiful, but more than that, he's doing this specifically for Dionysus. That makes everything just that much more special.

[sagramore]

Sagramore happily kisses him again. "Claudius organized a dance to celebrate Laertes' and my wedding, and I wore this dress to dance."

[vineleaves]

"I feel like I need to make something for you," he says somewhat suddenly after the kiss is over. "Because of how sweet you were yesterday, and also because you told me what play I'm from, which has been bugging me ever since I got here. It's a big day. What do you want?"

[vineleaves]

"I absolutely hate that I missed your wedding, dear. I wish I'd been here for it."

[futaille]

He blinks. "You really don't actually need to make anything for me."

[vineleaves]

“But I want to.”

[sagramore]

"The anniversary will keep coming around," with a fond little nuzzle. "And everyone missed the wedding, anyway, because we just decided to be married by ourselves."

[futaille]

"Oh. What sort of thing were you thinking?"

[vineleaves]

“That’s the problem. You don’t really wear, y’know, jewelry or anything like that so if I made you a necklace or something it’d be a waste. Dunno what to make.” The waistcoat with vine embroidery from his birthday had been a workaround to this problem - something that would let everyone know how important Grantaire is to Dionysus, but that he might actually wear. But that wasn’t him making the thing, it was him staring at a closet for half an hour until the perfect article of clothing showed up. It doesn’t feel the same to him.

[vineleaves]

“That’s so romantic.” It’s what Ampelos had wanted to do, he remembers with the usual pang of guilt and sadness that accompanies that particular memory. “I’m glad that’s what you ended up doing. Very sweet.”

[sagramore]

"It was Lan Wangji's fault. He told us both separately how he married his husband by bowing to him, and we both wanted that for ourselves." His hand finds Dionysus', gives it a squeeze, acknowledging the sad unspoken memory.

[futaille]

He considers this. "There's always a fob for my watch, I suppose?"

[vineleaves]

Dionysus lifts their joined hands and kisses Sagramore's knuckles. "It's so sweet."

[vineleaves]

"I could do that! Is that what you would like?"

[futaille]

"It seems the most suitable option."

[sagramore]

"Ach, thou'st met him. What else could I do but pledge my soul before I could lose him?"

[vineleaves]

"Okay!" He sits up a little, enough to work a little better, and starts weaving together tiny, very delicate vines, swirling them into a pattern alternating between rounded figure eights and more solid sections, with a zigzag design. After a few minutes he adds the end pieces, and then it twirls in midair, turning gold, before falling down into Dionysus's palm. He hands it over to Grantaire. "Is that a good length, or do you want me to change it?"

[vineleaves]

His grip on Sagramore's hand gets a little tighter at that. "A very good idea."