Open Post: Who invented this calendar anyway?

[futaille]

How unfortunate.

Yes, Grantaire was fully aware that the year being longer at the mansion would logically cause seasons to drift when someone kept track of the old calendar, or at least what had been pinned down as the old calendar for convenience sake, which was almost necessary when people's arrivals weren't necessarily tied to the day they left. He hadn't given it too much thought last year, when his birthday, such that it was, arrived in spring like he was used to.

Dark, though, was unfortunate. Not inappropriate for the next notable anniversary coming up, but for this one, not at all. Of course, it wasn't as if he would have been planning much in the way of an event, Dark or no, but it would have been nice to treat himself to something or other, regardless.

Instead, he has installed himself in the game room, where he is carefully balancing dominoes on their ends to make a domino rally on the billiards table. It's a nice large flat surface, so it should work nicely. Have to keep entertained somehow.

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[vineleaves]

Well, Étienne might not have been planning an event, but Dionysus has been planning things for this day for quite some time now. Around dinnertime he comes and finds him, wrapping his arms around Étienne's waist from behind.

"Happy birthday, love." Dionysus has on a wine red chiton (made of a nice wool, because of the season) with gold trim and a golden band that wraps around his midsection and crisscrosses over his chest. He's got golden leaves in his hair to match, and has styled his bangs so they frame his face in the specific way he's noticed Grantaire favors.

[futaille]

Although he's a bit startled at the sudden hug, he at least manages not to flinch enough to knock down dominoes. He laughs and turns in Dionysus's arms. "Thank you," he says before stooping to give him a kiss.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus returns the kiss, as warm and sweet as he can manage (which is saying something). Once they part, he says, "How're the dominoes going?"

[futaille]

"Not bad. It's a good surface for it." He grins. "It's a good surface for a lot of things, in fairness."

[vineleaves]

"Multi-purpose," he says before leaning to kiss Grantaire's neck.

[futaille]

"Exactly. You look nice today, by the way."

[vineleaves]

"Thank you, sweetheart. I made dinner, by the way."

[futaille]

"Oh? What did you make? No matter what, I'm sure it's delicious, of course."

[vineleaves]

"Well, ah, I was a bit limited by, y'know, the season and all, but I made some baked ziti."

[futaille]

"Sounds lovely. Give me just a bit to finish this and then we can go eat!"

[vineleaves]

"Yeah, of course!" One more quick kiss and then he backs away. "I'm going to stand over here so I don't accidentally bump into the table and ruin it."

[futaille]

He shoots Dionysus a wink. "And so you can get a better view." With that he turns back to the table, setting a few more dominoes in a curve. He's not going to get quite as elaborate as he was intending to, but he's got a little bit of time at least.

[vineleaves]

"It is a nice view from here, isn't it? You know, I hadn't noticed." This is, of course, a lie. He noticed. He always notices.

[futaille]

"Oh, I'm sure you hadn't." He finishes setting the last few dominoes and promptly knocks over the one on the end to start the cascade.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus watches with a big grin as they all fall over.

[futaille]

And Grantaire promptly turns and bows. "Et voilà!"

[vineleaves]

Dionysus applauds! "That was wonderful, dear!"

[futaille]

"I couldn't have asked for a better audience."

[vineleaves]

"Oh, now that's not entirely true. You could have had an audience of several of me. I mean, just because it hasn't happened before doesn't mean it couldn't happen, right?"

[futaille]

"I have liked every one of you that I've met, so I certainly wouldn't complain. But you're a perfect audience all by yourself too."

[vineleaves]

"Well, I do have a lot of experience with shows you've put on just for me, so I suppose it makes sense."

[futaille]

"Extensive experience, as luck would have it."

[vineleaves]

"I'm one lucky god," he says with a grin. "Are you ready to go eat?"

[futaille]

"Absolutely." He can clean up the dominoes later, after all.

[vineleaves]

"Alright, let's go," he says, then stops. "Ooh, hold on, I have an idea. I'll make it more of a surprise. Can I blindfold you? Granted this would probably work better if I'd thought of it before I told you I was taking you to dinner at all, but the rest can still be a surprise."