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]

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."

[futaille]

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

[vineleaves]

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

[futaille]

A laugh. "I'm flattered."

[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?"

[futaille]

He lounges comfortably and just watches. "Impossibly futuristic for me, either way."

[vineleaves]

"I think they were invented around 50 years or so after your time, so not too far off."

[futaille]

Grantaire lets out a little laugh. "So I could have seen them when I was ancient and doddering."

[vineleaves]

"Well who knows, maybe in 50 years we will finally get phones here, and you'll be able to see them when you're ancient and doddering anyway." He steps over to give Grantaire a kiss.

[futaille]

"Perfect." He kisses Dionysus back. "As long as we don't also get the plucked chicken."

[vineleaves]

"Oh yes, that would clearly be dreadful," he laughs, and pulls the chiton off, folding it up neatly before grabbing the pajamas. "You're going to be such a cute old man, I bet."

[futaille]

"You're biased. But I suppose we'll see."

[vineleaves]

“So what if I’m biased?” he says playfully, pulling on the pajamas. “Doesn’t make the statement less true. You were a cute kid, you’re cute now, you’ll be cute when you’re older.”

[futaille]

"Truly the highest compliment. It delights me to hear you say so."

[vineleaves]

What delights Dionysus is hearing Grantaire able to accept a compliment. He's getting so much better at it. Dionysus does realize that Grantaire hasn't actually moved from the bed, so he grabs another set of pajamas, and tosses them over. Sleeping in regular normal trousers just sounds so incredibly uncomfortable. "Here, love."

[futaille]

"Oh! Thank you." He still doesn't want to leave the bed, so he shimmies around as best he can to change.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus crawls back onto the bed himself now, moving extra pillows out of the way before he gets under the covers and scoots over to be ready for snuggles as soon as Grantaire is done changing.

[futaille]

It's a bit awkward, but that's not about to stop him. He manages to get into the pajamas, tossing his trousers across the room before nestling up to Dionysus with a happy sigh.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus wraps his arms around Grantaire. "See, that's better," he says before giving him a warm kiss.

[futaille]

"Mm." He kisses back, content, and then settles comfortably into Dionysus's arms. "Love you," he says, warm and happy. "Marry me," he adds, unthinking.

His eyes widen.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus stops breathing for a moment, staring at Étienne, in shock at the suddenness. "Yes -- of course -- okay -- yes --" he says, as soon as he's able to speak again. "Are -- are you sure?"

[futaille]

"I..." He's honestly no less surprised by it than Dionysus is. Possibly more. "I didn't think about it. At all. So I must be."

[vineleaves]

There's a half million thoughts swirling around in Dionysus's head right now, but before he can even begin to untangle any of them, he kisses Grantaire again and starts crying.

[futaille]

Grantaire kisses back, of course, and reaches up to brush Dionysus's tears away with a thumb.

[vineleaves]

"I love you," he says between kisses.