Open: it's time now to sing out though the story never ends

[vineleaves]

[This is being posted early, but it is meant to be occurring on the one year anniversary of Dionysus arriving at the mansion.]

There's a room in the mansion Dionysus discovered somewhat recently that is, for lack of anything better to call it, a dance studio. Shiny hardwood floors, one long wall of mirror, the opposite wall featuring a mounted barre. If anyone happens to be walking by it today, the open door might catch their attention, as Dionysus has his cd player set up playing music, which he is dancing to at the moment. He's wearing a pair of gauzy, loose pants that sit low on his hips, complete with a gold belt with dangling chains that serve to help emphasize his movements. His hair is pulled up into a messy bun, finally long enough that he can get all of it up with only a minimum of strands sticking out oddly.

He has been here for a whole year. To be fair, he's only slightly certain he's got the date correct, but even if it hasn't been a full year to the exact minute or whatever, it's close enough. A whole year. A year trapped, held prisoner for some unknown reason, unable to break out, kept away from all of his friends and family. A year in which he has been given the wonderful opportunity to meet people he couldn't possibly imagine living without now, in a place where anything, even stopping death, is possible.

Dionysus is fairly zoned out as he dances, so if anyone decides to duck in and say hello, it might take him a while before he notices.

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[futaille]

"I think you might need to monitor this for a while, just to make sure I've gotten it right," he says as he works on the next spot.

[vineleaves]

"Oh, I should?" he says, and kisses Grantaire's cheek. "Well, I do want to make sure I'm giving an effective lesson."

[futaille]

"It's very important that I have the form correct."

[vineleaves]

"How studious of you," he kisses Grantaire's cheek again. "I do think you're ready to put the two parts together though."

[futaille]

"Alternate, I'm supposing? Doing them together wouldn't be very interesting."

[vineleaves]

"Yeah. So tighten up here," his hand moves back up, "then down here," his hand moves back down, "then relax," back up, "and relax here," back down. "And just sort of do that over and over as fast as you can."

[futaille]

As tempting as it might be to just lean into Dionysus's hand, instead he concentrates on flexing and relaxing in the right order. There's not much quite yet in the way of speed or smoothness, but he's getting the pattern down.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus is not quite as strong-willed in this moment, and starts leaving little kisses along Grantaire's exposed shoulders and neck.

[futaille]

That's just a cue to lean into Dionysus, then. Obviously it's time for a lesson break.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus presses up against him, leaving a few more kisses before he rests his head on Grantaire's shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist. "Y'know, I think it's our anniversary."

[futaille]

Grantaire blinks. "Already?" He slips his own arms around Dionysus. "Happy anniversary, in that case."

[vineleaves]

"I mean, if we're going by my first day here, and not some other arbitrary date."

[futaille]

"I don't see why it wouldn't be your first day here. So again, happy anniversary."

[vineleaves]

"Happy anniversary," he says, and gives Grantaire a very deep kiss.

[futaille]

He returns the kiss, of course, and as it finishes, he grins. "And then we can have another one when it comes around on the mansion calendar."

[vineleaves]

"Ooh, that's a good idea. Twice the opportunity to celebrate."

[futaille]

"Precisely! Of course, we could celebrate every day, but then special occasions become an infinitesimal amount less special."

[vineleaves]

"Well, speaking of, what should we do to celebrate?"

[futaille]

"Oh, I'm not sure. Wine?"

[vineleaves]

"Well, obviously. That goes without saying," The only thing stopping him from making some glasses right now is that he doesn't want to move his arms from around Grantaire. "What else?"

[futaille]

"I am really not sure. Even moving doesn't seem like the most appealing prospect at the moment."

[vineleaves]

"No, it doesn't. Maybe we can have a nice dinner later though." Not that he can take Étienne out to a restaurant or anything, but they'll deal. "Ooh, I actually have a new outfit I can wear."

[futaille]

"Aside from the new outfit you're already wearing?"

[vineleaves]

He laughs. "The other new outfit would be terrible to belly dance in, I'll admit."

[futaille]

"I bet you'd pull it off."