happy pride, etc

[papadopoulos]

“Uh, people were killed.”
“No one was killed at Stonewall.”
“No…body…was killed???”
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The café is looking much more colorful than it has in the past. Specifically, there are various flags draped on top of the walls – certainly it is much brighter than anything Enjolras would have cared to come up with. Directly behind the pastry case there is a rainbow flag, and scattered around there are a myriad of other pride flags. (Whatever they could scrounge up from the cupboards, basically.) There is also a small table set off to one side, with various types of beaded necklaces and colored bracelets lying atop it. There is also a small flier with descriptions and explanations of what the different flags represent. Explanations of pride in general will be freely offered, as well.

Dionysus has offered up his cd player, though instead of the same music from the party, it is playing songs from various queer artists. There’s a selection ranging from Bowie to Cole Porter to Billie Holiday, including more modern artists such as Lady Gaga, Mika, Queen, and Green Day. Apollo can be found near the music as usual; but he is currently engrossed in making more of the colored bracelets. He is seated at the table with a box full of friendship bracelet making supplies, wearing an artfully cropped version of this shirt, a hyacinth bloom set behind his ear. Dionysus is at a different table, wearing a knee-length sundress of pink, yellow, and blue stripes and one of the beaded bracelets Apollo is making, this one in yellow, white, purple, and black beads. He found a small facepainting palette with a few pride flag options and is willing to offer up his services if anyone happens to want a tiny flag on their cheek (or, well, wherever.)


Let us know if you want Apollo, Dionysus, or both for your threads!

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[vineleaves]

"Exactly, Étienne! Such sage advice, see, that's why I love you so much." And he gives Grantaire a kiss before turning back to Apollo. "Ἀπόλλων. I've known you¹ for four thousand years, I know what your type is. I think you two would be sweet together."


1. Or... close enough to count, anyway.

[papadopoulos]

He raises an eyebrow. "Not just because he controls darkness and I control light?"

[futaille]

"Oh, that's an interesting contrast. I'm sure a poet could do it justice."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus blinks. "That... was actually not even a thing I'd considered." Though it is sort of fitting. "I was actually mostly just referencing how intense he is -- in a good way, and his looks. He's super sweet though."

There's also all of the war crimes, but that's another thing Dionysus isn't thinking about.

[papadopoulos]

"He is pretty hot," Apollo agrees, somewhat unwillingly. "But I still don't need your help."

[futaille]

"One truly insistent sungod." He grins. "So how long would it be before you do need help?"

[vineleaves]

"Want me to throw another party?"

[papadopoulos]

"You do what you want, I don't need siblings meddling in my love life."

[futaille]

"And therein is the advantage of having only one sibling. Who is more than a decade younger than you are."

[vineleaves]

"To be fair, I am more than a decade younger than him. I'm ... what, 600-something years younger than you, Apollo?"

[papadopoulos]

"Something like that, yeah." He waves a hand. "Whatever. Point is, I've had enough of that stuff. It tends not to end well if my siblings are involved."

[futaille]

He looks at Dionysus. "I am widely known to be terrible at mathematics, but I am fairly confident that if you compare the ratios of six hundred years to immortality against thirteen to even an average mortal lifespan, the two of you may as well have been born the same week."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus casually wraps his arms around Grantaire's waist, and rests his head on his shoulder. He doesn't want to think about Grantaire's shorter-than-average lifespan. So, instead, he just looks at Apollo, and says, "Literally what did I ever do to you? You used to¹ like coming to my parties."


1. Ignoring the fact that this is, technically, not the same person who has ever attended one of this Dionysus' parties. He just forgets sometimes.

[papadopoulos]

"I still do! It's just -- been a while, okay? I never said I didn't like your parties: for one, my you hasn't had a good one in about a century, for reasons that you already know. But I can do this myself."

[futaille]

Grantaire leans into Dionysus. "Well, as squabbles among gods go, this is at least one of the least destructive on record."

[vineleaves]

"It helps that me and Apollo actually like one another."

[papadopoulos]

"Yeah, he's right up there with Artemis and Hermes and Athena." --He could name more, but that would take too long.