Open Post: La savate et le chausson

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Much to his satisfaction, Grantaire has been able to keep up with many of his hobbies unabated during his time at the mansion. Not all of them, though, mostly because they were ones he'd go to specific spots for, and with those spots not being here in addition to an abundance of his other hobbies, they more or less fell by the wayside.

However, a recent chat with Dionysus has reminded him that he has very much neglected his 'hitting things' level. Although he didn't find a crash test dummy, the thought being on his mind ended up in him stumbling upon a small gym tucked away, complete with some equipment including a standing punching bag.

So he's discarded his waistcoat and cravat over a bench and is practicing his savate¹.

¹French kickboxing! During R's time it was basically for streetfighting, and just beginning to get formalized, but there are some cool vintage videos on youtube (Here and here) to give the... vibe.

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[vineleaves]

"I eagerly await your performances, love," he says before kissing Grantaire.

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He smiles and kisses back. A brief pause. "Did you know that you're glowing?"

[vineleaves]

"I thought I might be. What color?"

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"So many colors," he says seriously, taking another sip of his drink.

[vineleaves]

"That's exciting. Sometimes it's just one color." He's been told, anyway. He starts playing with Grantaire's hair.

[futaille]

He leans his head into Dionysus's hand. "They're swirling. Like... like eddies in a stream."

[vineleaves]

He smiles. "Sounds pretty."

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A nod. "So pretty." He pets at the air around Dionysus.

[vineleaves]

"You're very pretty too, you know."

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He wrinkles his nose for a brief moment before he downs the rest of his drink and sets the glass down. "Thank you."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus boops Grantaire's nose, because it was so cute all wrinkled up like that. "Of course, love."

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He blinks a few times, as he was tracking Dionysus's finger heading up to the boop and thus his eyes ended up crossing.

"Still so swirly."

[vineleaves]

“We should’ve gone to your room instead, you could’ve painted it.”

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He shakes his head. "Don't want to paint right now."

[vineleaves]

“What do you want to do then?”

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"I don't know. Just watch the colors."

[vineleaves]

“Well we can certainly let you do that.” He leans back on the couch to where Grantaire will be able to get a good look.

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He settles into the couch just staring in rapt fascination at the cascade of colors only he can see.

[vineleaves]

“Let me know if anything changes, dear,” he says before taking a sip of his drink.

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"Everything is starting to glow," he says, barely above a whisper.

[vineleaves]

“That’s got to be very pretty, I’m sure.” He shifts so he can snuggle a little, wrapping his arm around Grantaire’s shoulders.

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He leans against Dionysus, closing his eyes. "It's... a lot."

[vineleaves]

“Is it too much? I can fix it if you need me to,” he says softly. “You know I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”

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He shakes his head. "You're here, I know I'm safe. I just need a moment."

[vineleaves]

That ‘you’re here, I know I’m safe’ absolutely melts his heart, and he snuggles a little tighter. “Take as much time as you need, love.”