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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[futaille]

He laughs a little. "I knew I came outside for a reason."

[vineleaves]

This is truly just his lucky day. He gets to have garden kisses? Amazing, unparalleled, perfect, lovely, 10 out of 10. He grabs Grantaire's hands and all but drags him over to it.

[futaille]

He laughs as he's dragged along. "So this is the secret purpose of gardens?"

[vineleaves]

"I've not been doing my job if it's a secret purpose," he laughs as he crawls under the arch and basically pulls Grantaire on top of himself.

[futaille]

Another laugh as he settles and then he just gives Dionysus a kiss.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus slowly plays with Grantaire's hair as they kiss. It's really rather perfect, he thinks. Getting to spend time with his sweet beloved, dappled bits of sun coming through the vine leaves above them. Perfect.

[futaille]

He smiles around each kiss. "Very clever of you to grow this."

[vineleaves]

"Mmhmm. I can be clever sometimes. When it comes to gardens." And making out in gardens.

[futaille]

"I think you can be clever when it comes to a lot of things. Which is good, because cleverness is delightful when properly applied."

[vineleaves]

"I guess you're right. I have invented a few things, after all."

[futaille]

Another kiss. "Are there any inventions I don't know about yet?"

[vineleaves]

"Well," more kisses. "What all ones do you know about?"

[futaille]

"Wine, obviously, theater, also obviously. Small garden nooks for kissing. What else?"

[vineleaves]

"Oh," he says, grinning. "Didn't read the story about Prosymnus, huh."

[futaille]

"I have not. Now I'm intrigued."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus grins. "Well -- actually the usual myth is a little bit off, for one thing, so maybe it's best you're hearing it from me? This was a long time ago, but -- well, there used to be this giant lake. It doesn't exist anymore, it dried up, now, that'll make you feel old. Lakes drying up. Anyway, there was a party I was supposed to go to, but I was running late. Needed to get across the lake. There was this very nice -- very hot guy named Prosymnus who offered to take me across the lake in his cute little boat. Étienne, you should have seen his arms. Anyway. He said he would take me across if when I came back I let him top me. A win-win, y'know?"

[futaille]

He laughs. "Truly no downside."

[vineleaves]

"That's what I thought! So I go to my party and come back a week later -- a week! This isn't even one of those stories where the magic eternal old man forgets to show back up for 60 years, or something, it was a week. And do you know what the poor guy had the audacity to go and do in that time? He died! He had some accident, I don't remember exactly what, but he died and the funeral had already even passed." He pauses. "But, you know, I do like to keep my word. So I did what any normal person would do in this situation."

[futaille]

He blinks. "... What would any normal person do in this situation?"

[vineleaves]

"...I invented a dildo and had ritualistic sex with him at his grave that he, from what I hear, really enjoyed in Hades." Obviously.

[futaille]

"Oh, of course," he says, laughter threading his voice. "Why didn't I think of that immediately? Well-invented."

[vineleaves]

"I didn't want him to think I wasn't excited about the promise I'd made!"

[futaille]

"Clearly no danger of that."

[vineleaves]

"So -- anyway, that's another thing I invented."

[futaille]

"Truly, all of your inventions are marvels."