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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[vineleaves]

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

[futaille]

He kisses back with a soft pleased hum.

[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?"

[futaille]

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

[vineleaves]

“But I want to.”

[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.

[futaille]

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

[vineleaves]

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

[futaille]

"It seems the most suitable option."

[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?"

[futaille]

He runs a finger over the length of the chain. "Oh. That's lovely."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus smiles, and kisses Grantaire's cheek. "I'm glad you like it."

[futaille]

He smiles. "How could I not?"

[vineleaves]

"Can I be really sappy for a moment, and you won't try to argue with whatever I say?" He asks, as if he hasn't already been sappy today.

[futaille]

"Since you're giving fair warning, go ahead."

[vineleaves]

"Thanks," and another quick kiss before he continues. "I love you -- so incredibly much, Étienne. That's not the sappy part, I say that a lot -- but I think -- I don't want to say 'oh, it's fate that we're together, blablabla', mostly because the Moirai aren't here so I don't think fate has anything to do with this place but -- well, I do think there's something to be said for the fact that I show up here and am immediately greeted by my favorite character from one of my favorite musicals, who's silly, and beautiful, and so kind, and enjoys wine, and drinks almost-vinegar because it's funny. And then you're the one who ends up knowing what I'm from as well. There's at least a couple of other people I can think of who might have been able to figure it out and tell me, but you're the one who did."

He takes a break mid-monologue to run his fingers through Étienne's hair. "You could've been doing anything yesterday, but you made a point to ask him about my mother. It really, really means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me. Everyone should know how much you mean to me. How special you are."

[futaille]

As the monologue goes on, and stymied by his promise not to try and argue with whatever Dionysus says, he buries his rapidly flushing face into Dionysus's shoulder.

When the deluge of compliments is over, though, he does manage a muffled "Thank you."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus wraps his arms around Grantaire and presses a kiss to the top of his head. "Love you."

[futaille]

Still muffled, "I love you too."

[vineleaves]

"Okay, done being sappy, you can go back to arguing with whatever you feel like now," he says with a laugh.

[futaille]

He laughs and lifts his head, just a bit. "You know you're entirely too good to me, right?"

[vineleaves]

"Well I know how much you like arguing, seems a shame to deprive you of it for more than a few minutes."

[futaille]

"Your generosity is boundless."

[vineleaves]

"Well, you know me, the most benevolent god around." He pauses, then laughs. "That joke would've worked better if I'd used it before Apollo arrived here too."