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.

Comments

[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."

[vineleaves]

“I’m glad you have such confidence in me,” he says before giving another deep kiss.

[futaille]

"Of course I do," he eventually responds.

[vineleaves]

“But actually it would be useless for belly dancing,” he laughs.

[futaille]

"I don't believe you," he says airily.

[vineleaves]

"Well, we'll see if your opinion changes after you see the outfit."

[futaille]

"I suppose we will."

[vineleaves]

"First we should figure out what we're actually going to do for dinner though."

[futaille]

"Yes, that's... Oh! I have an idea!"

[vineleaves]

"I'm listening."

[futaille]

"Tacos. Like you showed me the day I was a kid."

[vineleaves]

He grins, and gives Grantaire a big kiss! "Sweetheart, that's perfect! I mean, tacos are always a good idea in general, but this is perfect! Ooh, and maybe we can go down to the beach after!" Will it be really cold at the beach at night? Yes. Is Dionysus thinking about that fact right now? Absolutely not.

[futaille]

"That sounds absolutely perfect."

[vineleaves]

"Oooh, sweetheart, I'm so excited about it!"

[futaille]

"Good!" He laughs and gives Dionysus a kiss.

[vineleaves]

"What are we going to do until dinnertime though?" There is exactly as much suggestion in his voice on that line as you would expect, coming from him.