vineleaves | Open: And they're gonna bend their branches down to lay their fruit upon the ground

Something sinks in Claudius’s chest when he realizes: for months he’d prepared himself to answer that question, if anyone caught word of it without his telling and came to ask after his well-being, but no one ever did until he broke down during Dark. Because word didn’t catch, but even when it did, those who knew chose not to mention it — he sees that now. And he has to hush that wounded child him that cries they didn’t ask because it didn’t matter to them. It didn’t matter how he felt, whether he was better, whether he was safe, but when had it ever? Now, face to face, he can’t give his rehearsed answer.

He laughs humorlessly. “Thou wilt have to understand,” he says, “that in the beginning, the mansion was a more lonesome place. Someone like Luo Binghe in a place of forty people with assorted powers and divine relations isn’t the unquestionable victor of any battle you could conceive. When there were fewer of us, it was rather easier to call. In smaller social settings, I’ve something of a sense for these things — it’s helped me survive. I know who can and cannot be confronted. So for most of my time here, I’ve been practicing my best avoidance. Plenty of material of the trauma workbooks, I can tell thee: finding every way not to contend with fear that comes from living alongside one’s torturer, well aware nothing could stop him if he had it in his head to do it again. I sent him after his current partner, in hopes that either his fortunes or misfortunes in love would distract him enough to build a fragile peace. And it’s worked to a point. Now all of Shen Yuan’s friends are safe from Luo Binghe’s rages. But I don’t count among them — a fact which I have a number of feelings about, but can’t really begrudge. It’s thanks to Shen Yuan I found a way to protect myself from further parasites. The same plant that grew his body will grow a preventative and a cure.”

Still holding tight to Claudius's hands, he lifts them to place a kiss on his knuckles. "And -- what can I do to help with it? I'm -- well, I don't have Magnus' ability to grow anything with magic, but I am pretty good with plants in general, or -- or if there's something else that I'd be better suited to helping with -- just, just let me know, you know I'd do anything for you, dear." The thought of anything, or anyone hurting Claudius here is beyond terrible. Dionysus said he would protect him as best he can, and he keeps good on his word.

Claudius closes his eyes, letting Dionysus's kindness warm and wash over him. "I believe you can help," he says at last. "As can be expected, perhaps ... my ambitions go beyond protection from one of Luo Binghe's powers. I'll be safe from those which come from his demonic heritage, but he could kill me as easily with a sword. Shen Yuan, an immortal cultivator who should have been safe, was killed with a gun. Many here come from worlds where disputes are resolved by force, and many more will come, I'm sure. I don't want anyone to fear for their life, as I once did, for having said the wrong thing to the wrong person on the wrong day. I want to remove the threat of death entirely, by giving the possibility of resurrection. The plant which restored Shen Yuan to life can make more. But we'll need more gardens. And," he says, meeting Dionysus's eyes with his own, "we'll need good gardeners."

"Does it -- does it work for any cause of death?" It's ... it's a little overwhelming to think about, honestly. The thought that they could just grow something that would eliminate the finality of death for any of the mortals living here. If anyone has the possibility to come back to life after dying here... Dionysus would never have to bury another child. He wouldn't have to say a last goodbye to anyone, ever again.

He tries not to let himself get carried away with thinking about it, he doesn't have any details yet, he doesn't know how it would work or anything like that yet... but despite himself he can feel his heart beating faster.

“In theory, yes. Shen Yuan’s body was grown anew, and his spirit housed inside of it. Whether he fell to gunfire, poison, or old age, it wouldn’t have mattered, as long as the spirit was intact.” Smiling, he shakes his head and says, “I admit I used to think alchemists who sought the Philosopher’s Stone were short-sighted and naive. Even if such a tincture were created, I thought, it would be bought in cases by wealthy men loath to lose power and influence. Then humanity would be trapped with the worst sort of people on the planet 'til Judgment Day." He rolls his eyes at himself, at his own cynicism but also at his unquestioning belief in the Last Judgment, the day where the dead would rise and wicked souls would be sorted from the good. “But this is a new world, with new rules. Why limit ourselves?”

"It's -- Claudius, this --" he can't quite articulate exactly what he's feeling, so instead he just grabs Claudius on either side of his head and plants a big kiss on his forehead. "Sweetheart, this is amazing. That's such an understatement, but -- ah!"

He won't have to bury Mercutio. He won't have to bury Étienne, or Sagramore, or Sunny, or Claudius, or anyone. If this works like Claudius seems to believe it will, he won't be cursed with outliving all of his loved ones anymore. Aornis' pathetic little funeral will be the last one he has to attend. Ever.

"Everyone will have their choice," Claudius says, but it's hard to sober his smile through it, to dampen any of the delight he feels at Dionysus's delight. "I want to be sure not to enforce a tyranny of immortality. Be proud of me for that, because I'm not sure I'd have seen any problem with one prior to coming here. The sorts of worlds that, say, Tally comes from always seem to shaped by governments using science to improve mankind. But if nothing else ... it can give more time. So many people die before they've had time to adjust to the thought, and," soft, "I imagine those people are also harder to lose."

He thinks about all of the loved ones he has lost when they were way too young. It's hard watching anyone go, of course, but there's so many who ought to have gotten more time. He thinks too, of when he was blessedly and briefly reunited with Ariadne, when he journeyed to Hades, and how it was her choice to stay behind. He thinks of that often. He could easily have brought her with him -- apparently the Dionysus from Apollo's universe did something similar ages ago. But she chose to stay behind, and for better or worse that was her choice to make.

"We could -- I dunno," he says quietly, "maybe make sure everyone fills out a paper about whether or not they'd want to be brought back. In pencil, so they can change their minds either way if they want."

“Paperwork,” Claudius says, with a sincere smile. “I love paperwork. I’m happy to look over the details … more generally, I’d like thy blessing. Master Lan Wangji and I have been observing the effects of different forms of energy at the cellular level, but I believe thou hast a divine energy that is thine alone.”

"Of course you have my blessing," he says, hastily, before leaning over and kissing Claudius' forehead. "Claudius -- dear -- this is so amazing, and just -- important. This kind of hope that you've given me -- it's -- I don't even have words, you know?"

"Hope is a precious thing, dost thou not think? Perhaps it's because I come from a tragedy ... or perhaps it's the clinical depression we all seem to suffer from." The last he says wryly and knowingly. "But I can't help clinging to hope wherever I happen to find it. Even if it's a fool hope, I intend to persist."

He can't help it, he has to give Claudius a hug or he's going to burst right now. "How soon can we start working on everything?"

"Now, if you like. I can take you to my workshop and show you what I've been working on, and you can give me advice on transplanting the seedlings outside." He slips an arm around Dionysus, who is so infinitely embraceable, and enjoys the hug. He's grateful in a way he can't express, but he supposes that's the essence of true religion. Thank you, he prays, trusting Dionysus will hear it.

"Of course, sweetheart. No need to thank me though, I'm beyond thrilled that this is even an option of something to help with in the first place." He offers his arm for Claudius to take as they head off toward his workshop.

“I needed thee,” Claudius says, in a moment of sincerity. More wry, but still with that core of sincerity, he explains, “I’m far too vain for atheism. I need to believe in beings older and more powerful than myself, who’ve seen the rise and fall of civilizations, the lives and deaths of martyrs and kings, and still care for the fate of my trifling soul. ‘Tis to thy credit, know thou, to have known and mourned so many mortals, when a lesser man would’ve closed his heart off ages ago, for its own protection. Thou still hast so much love and joy in thee. And now that thou hast me, thou art unlikely to lose me. I can always live that much longer by thy example.”

Dionysus has been around for a long time, and -- not to brag or anything, but he's an Olympian. He has been the subject of a lot of worship in that time. A lot of festivals and tributes and offerings and parades have been specifically for him. And, not to discredit those -- they were great! Who doesn't love a festival, you know? But it has always been the moments like this, that make him happy to have the powers he does, happy to be able to do the things he can. To know that he has been able to give something to Claudius that he wouldn't otherwise have had -- and Dionysus knows all too well what Claudius' life could have been like -- and to hear it first hand from him, with such sincerity... He very nearly starts crying. He doesn't, but he comes awfully close.

"Thank you, dear. You mean so much to me, you know." He leans over to give Claudius a kiss on the cheek. "I don't think -- I don't think there's a limit to how much someone can love, and how much joy they can have in their life, even if it's as long of a life as mine. It's -- oh! Okay, so it's like the bathtubs and sinks here, y'know, with running water and all. I can fill my tub up¹ as often as I want². There's things in life that might feel like all that love and happiness has been drained from you -- people die, people act cruelly, but it sometimes just takes a little time until you're ready for that faucet to turn on again." He pauses, then laughs. "Or something like that. Not the best metaphor. Have you seen the tub Étienne and I have, by the way? I can't remember if we've shown it to you before. It's nice. Huge."

1. Actually usually the mansion spirits prefill his tub up for him, due to not wanting to sit through seventy tags of characters waiting for the giant pool-sized tub to fill up before bathtime shenanigans can happen, but work with him on this okay?

2. In the real world you should conserve water, please. :)

"I must see this tub," Claudius says with a short laugh, only short because he might start shedding tears of gratitude in the middle of it, and that would hardly be becoming. He smiles over at Dionysus, and asks, "Should I take this as an invitation?"

"Oh, please do! Whenever you want! We can go later today, if you would like. Maybe after we get done with the plants?"

"How is it the day's plans always improve whenever I run into thee? I must be blessed," Claudius shamelessly flirts, leaning comfortably on Dionysus's arm. "That sounds excellent."

"And see, here I was thinking how lucky I am to know you!" He presses a kiss to the side of Claudius' head. "Anyway, the tub is massive. I really should have a small party in the tub some time. Or better yet, convince the mansion to create another room somewhere that's just a full on properly sized Roman bath, and then it could be a large party instead of a small party." Of course, as this conversation is taking place many months ago, Dionysus is unaware that the mansion has recently-for-typists given them a full ski lodge with attached hot springs, which could also serve a very similar purpose.

"What I wouldn't give for a sauna¹," Claudius sighs. "A sauna after an ice-bath ... but we love our extremes up North."

¹ The irony lever, long since abandoned, has been given a little nudge.

"I'm less on board with the ice-bath part, but a sauna would be lovely!"

“Some take their ice-baths after the sauna — a cold shock to awaken them after lingering too long in the heat. Either way, it’s an excuse to stay in the sauna longer.” With a lightly teasing tone, he asks, “What manner of party wouldst thou host in a Roman-sized bath?”

"Oh, well, an orgy, of course," he says, completely conversationally, as if they're talking about a grocery list or something. "I mean, if we have a small enough one it could work in the tub I've got now. Maybe... maybe me, you, Étienne, Laertes, and Sagramore. Might be a bit of a tight squeeze, but I think, given the, y'know, theme, that'd be alright."

"Quite so," Claudius laughs, pleased to hear Dionysus say such things so frankly and pleasantly. "Dost thou know, such parties have been among the most relaxed of my life. One might think close quarters would increase tension, but there's far less shame and embarrassment when everyone's cramped together. There's a lesson there."

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