papadopoulos | happy pride, etc

“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.)

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onthewillowsthere

Everything. Please.

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vineleaves

Dionysus laughs. I will cover you in doodles then! Come sit! He motions to the chair beside his.

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onthewillowsthere

Galahad makes sure the basket of scones is safe and then sits in the chair, straight-backed and straight-shouldered as always.

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vineleaves

Dionysus carefully wets the dry makeup cake, mixing the water in with his brush until it activates into a creamy paint. Yellow to start with, he thinks, and carefully starts drawing a little flower on Galahad's cheek.

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onthewillowsthere

When Galahad sees himself painted with flowers later he is going to be thrilled -- he looks like a garden, like his favorite overalls, like a greenhouse full of orchids, like Claudius' beloved -- but right now all he can think about is how much the brush tickles.

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vineleaves

A few minutes later and Dionysus has put several flowers of different colors on Galahad, all connected by twisty green vines and leaves. He’s also thrown in a few other doodles as well. It doesn’t necessarily look cohesive, he never claimed to be an artist. But Galahad agreed to doodles so that is what Dionysus gave him.

Satisfied that any more paint would be too much, he picks up the glitters and starts in with those, adding them on top of the drawings in strategic places.

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onthewillowsthere

Once again, it takes all his practice at meditating and praying to sit perfectly still and not react to all these ticklish particles, but he is good at stillness, and he does want to be glittery. He closes his eyes and lets Dionysus work.

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vineleaves

It doesn’t take long to do the glitter, and then Dionysus digs around in the mess of things he brought until he finds a small hand mirror. He taps Galahad on the shoulder to let him know he can open his eyes, and hands him the mirror.

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onthewillowsthere

Galahad stares in the mirror, turning it slightly to change the angle, his expression stern and unmoving as always as he takes in the riot of color on his face, the way it glitters and shimmers in the light.

Finally he puts the mirror down and says, tonelessly, "I love it."

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vineleaves

Galahad may not be outwardly expressing the concept of 'loving it' as much as, say, Dionysus would. But Dionysus has been around long enough, he's known enough people, to know that sometimes people are just reserved like that, so he's able to take Galahad's words as the truth.

He breathes a sigh of relief and smiles. "I'm glad! I know I'm not the world's greatest artist or anything, so I'm glad you like it. Whenever you're ready to wash it off it should come off with soap and water." he pauses. "The glitter might be stubborn. It tends to stick around."

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onthewillowsthere

He brings his hands to his cheeks and pats them very lightly, feeling out the texture of dry paint. When he says, "Thank you," he signs it too, thank you so much, his hands more expressive than his face can be.

After a hesitation he adds would you like a scone?

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vineleaves

Dionysus grins. Galahad is so darling.

Yes please! I would love one! Thank you!

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onthewillowsthere

He leans over and retrieves the basket of black raspberry and ginger scones, and offers it to Dionysus.

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vineleaves

Thank you! He takes a scone from the basket and takes a big bite. It's so good!

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onthewillowsthere

The smile lasts less than a second, a firefly-light of a smile, but it was definitely there. I like practicing. And tasting things.

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vineleaves

I wish I could take you on a trip across the world to taste lots of different foods! Do you have a favorite food?

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onthewillowsthere

Food is too different to have a favorite. I have favorite kinds of foods, he explains, very seriously. My favorite kind of cake is chocolate with vanilla ice cream. It is balanced. Laertes made it for me at Wanderers Gather.

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vineleaves

That IS balanced! he responds excitedly and completely sincere.

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onthewillowsthere

What's your favorite?

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vineleaves

Favorite food in general is grapes. I'm predictable. Favorite cake is... he thinks this over for a moment. Strawberry cake is good.

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onthewillowsthere

T-r-e-s-s and L-a-e-r-t-e-s Laertes made strawberry cake for my birthday. With green tea frosting. It was fluffy and only a little sweet. Lots of people liked it.