futaille | Open Post: Who invented this calendar anyway?

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

It takes Dionysus a moment to realize Grantaire has started opening the last package, because his thoughts drifted quite rapidly to the realization of exactly what it would mean, for him, if he and Grantaire happen to be sleeping together when Grantaire starts reenacting one of his plays, and that is an incredibly distracting thought for reasons that make him unbelievably glad to be the god of Drama.

...Oh, right, Grantaire is opening the gift. Inside that box is a bracelet made out of a golden vine, with tiny, glittering garnet grapes weaving throughout¹. "I know you don't wear much jewelry, but I thought you might -- you might like this for, y'know, special occasions." Or every day, but he's not going to press his luck.

1. Sort of like this, but with the grape clusters being garnets instead of more gold.

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futaille

"Oh, I'm impressed." He slides the box over to Dionysus and extends his wrist. "Put it on me?"

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vineleaves

"Of course!" He takes Grantaire's arm, scoots his sleeve out of the way, and then leans over to kiss the inside of his wrist, lavishing a few moments of attention there before he pulls back and actually puts the bracelet on him.

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futaille

He holds his wrist up and looks at the bracelet on it. "I feel adorned."

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vineleaves

Dionysus smiles, staring at Grantaire like he's the only thing that exists. "You should. I should adorn you in jewelry head to toe."

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futaille

He grins. "Oh, head to toe? That might chafe some parts."

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vineleaves

"Well, we'll just have to leave those parts exposed, I suppose. What a pity."

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futaille

He bursts into giggles. "Oh, what a sight I'd make."

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vineleaves

"A very pleasant sight."

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futaille

"If you of all people didn't think so, I'd be worried."

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vineleaves

He laughs. "If I ever say anything otherwise, assume I'm somehow being held hostage."

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futaille

"Who could possibly hold you hostage?"

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vineleaves

"Oh, nobody, so you don't have to worry about me ever saying that."

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futaille

He laughs. "Oh, good to know. Card next, then?"

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vineleaves

"Ah, I suppose it's time for that part, yes," he says with a smile.

The inside of the card reads simply,
Where I got to meet the real you for the first time.

Yep, it's a scavenger hunt.

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futaille

Never having seen a scavenger hunt before, he looks up quizzically. "What's this?"

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vineleaves

"Go to that location and you'll find out."

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futaille

"Intriguing." He stands, quickly leans over the table to give Dionysus a kiss, and heads out the door towards the entrance.

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vineleaves

Dionysus follows behind him, enjoying the view.

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futaille

Upon reaching the lobby, he starts to look around. "All right, what am I looking for?"

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vineleaves

"You'll know it when you see it," he answers cryptically. Hopefully eventually he will notice an identical card mixed in with all of the papers on the welcome table.