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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futaille

He's comfortable himself, but also bound and determined to get this done. He's not sure if he's actually made it or not, but erring on the side of caution is obviously the best move, so he continues lazily. "Fenêtre fenêtre fenêtre fenêtre fenêtre."

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vineleaves

Dionysus nuzzles into Grantaire's hair.

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futaille

He yawns. "Fenêtre... fenêtre... fenêtre... fenêtre... fenêtre."

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vineleaves

"Don't yawn, you're going to make me yawn too," he says before yawning.

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futaille

An apologetic "Fenêtre," before he continues. "Fenêtre fenêtre fenêtre fenêtre."

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vineleaves

Dionysus presses a kiss into Grantaire's curls.

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futaille

A soft, content hum. "Fenêtre, fenêtre fenêtre fenêtre, fenêtre.

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vineleaves

Dionysus shifts his arms so he can hold Grantaire's hand.

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futaille

Grantaire gives Dionysus's hand a little squeeze. "Fenêtre... fenêtre.... fenêtre..... fenêtre..." His words trail off as he dozes off himself.

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vineleaves

Dionysus is about two seconds from sleep when he suddenly realizes something. "Love," he says, giving Grantaire a gentle nudge, "You're going to freeze if you sleep like this." 'Like this' meaning on top of the covers and nothing on his chest.

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futaille

He startles back awake with a "Fenêtre." One more yawn. "Oh. Mm. You can be my blanket?"

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vineleaves

"I can, but we should also get under the actual blankets. And I want to change as well."

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futaille

A little sigh. "Fine."

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vineleaves

Dionysus stays snuggled up for another long moment (wasn't it his idea to move in the first place?) before reluctantly untangling himself and standing up.

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futaille

Grantaire stretches a little and otherwise remains put. "It's not that cold."

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vineleaves

"Yes, but I'm a big baby about it anyway," he says with a laugh as he crosses to his jewelry armoire and starts taking his earrings out.

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futaille

"That's perfectly fair." He props his head up on his hand, elbow on the bed, and watches Dionysus.

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vineleaves

He gets his jewelry and crown off and properly stowed away, then fishes some pajamas out of a drawer. "Maybe tomorrow we can finally head up to the hot spring, since that's clearly not happening tonight."

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futaille

He blinks, and then laughs after a moment. "Oh, right, we were going to be doing that."

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vineleaves

"Yes, about a thousand windows ago," he laughs. "You sounded very lovely, by the way."

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futaille

A laugh. "I'm flattered."

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vineleaves

"What can I say, you've got a very good voice," he says as he starts to undo the sash holding his chiton in place. "Next time I'll have to find a phonebook and have you read from it. ...A phone book is a giant book full of everyone's name and the number you use to call their phones. ...A phone is a little device you can talk to people on even if you're really far away from each other, even on opposite sides of the Earth. I don't actually know if they make phone books anymore, come to think of it. Maybe that died out?"