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]

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

[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."

[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.

[vineleaves]

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

[sagramore]

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

[vineleaves]

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

[sagramore]

"And then Claudius found out and was furious we hadn't had a party."

[vineleaves]

He smiles. "I can imagine. I think he likes planning parties even more than I do."

[sagramore]

"The two of thee together would be a force to be reckoned with," laughing.

[vineleaves]

"I've already decided he's on the committee for planning the post-Dark party next year." The committee of just the two of them. "I think he'd like that."

[sagramore]

"Oh, marvelous. Yes, I think he'd love that. He loves to be thought of."

[vineleaves]

"I want to be good to him, y'know?" But enough about Claudius, there's a more immediate concern. "So when did you get all the other dresses? Just to get them, or were they for special occasions too?"

[sagramore]

"Oh, Kade made this one for me," reaching into the closet to pull out the burgundy dress. "Kade's quite bored, I think. I asked for a dress that would make Laertes fuck me over a table and he made this. Look thou, the slits are hard to see, but--" Indeed, the skirt of the gown is cut right up to the hip.

[vineleaves]

He has never been more jealous of a table.

"I really should get him to make something for me at some point as well. I tend to just rely on the closets for everything."

[sagramore]

"Thou shouldst! I really like he'd like it. He likes to be challenged, too, we're putting together a wardrobe lately, just for fun."

[vineleaves]

"Oh, that does sound fun."

[sagramore]

"All right, undo this one and let me show thee the next," happily.

[vineleaves]

"You don't have to ask me twice to undress you," he says with a laugh and goes to undo the zipper.

[sagramore]

Once it's undone, Sagramore steps out of the dress and hangs it back up again before selecting the burgundy gown; even though he's already explained its allure to Dionysus, it does look better on him than in the closet. The bodice is fitted but flexible, for ease in the aforementioned fucking over a table, and the gown itself is shaped enough to give his skinny body more of an impression of breasts and hips.

[vineleaves]

"Oh, this one's lovely, dear."

[sagramore]

"It's my favorite," he admits. "It's comfortable, and the way Laertes looked at me..."

[vineleaves]

“I don’t blame him. You’re beautiful, love.” He gives him a kiss.