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]

He touches his cheek. The face staring back at him would certainly pass for a woman's -- a strong-jawed, strong-nosed, not classically beautiful woman, but with the makeup and the loss of his beard, and his curls tumbling around, he could probably fool someone. He could be Laertes' Zsofia.

"I love it," he says softly.

[vineleaves]

“I’m glad,” he says, just as soft. “I’ll have to get you in full drag sometime, with a wig and bigger makeup and such. It’s fun but takes a while to do.” He traces a finger down the side of Sagramore’s cheek. He did a good job with the makeup, yes, but much more than that he’s just enjoying being with the man underneath it. The beautiful, sweet goofball of a man, who has the biggest heart of anyone Dionysus has known.

He leans down and catches Sagramore in a deep, warm kiss.

[sagramore]

His arms immediately wind around Dionysus' shoulders as he kisses back; when he draws back he stays close, gazing at Dionysus' face.

"Come to bed and make a mess of it, my heart."