un: salvador. player plot: meet the garbage ex

[gazelletamer]

Excuse me, but has anyone seen my boyfriend? I'm not sure if we came here together, and he gets terribly anxious without me so I'd like to reassure him as soon as possible.

He's pretty easy to spot - very short, usually wears cat-patterned pajamas, a skeleton. There can't be too many people here by that description.

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[gazelletamer]

Where are you?

[m u r d e r]

[vapelife]

Come meet me at [Some more open area of Little Edo].

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[gazelletamer]

[He doesn't bother responding. He just storms to the designated place, ready to murder whoever dared touch his gazelle. In front of witnesses, if necessary. He'll clean it up later.]

[vapelife]

[Dionysus is going to make him wait, just because he figures it will piss him off more.

When he does arrive, it's a casual amble, cheeks wine flushed, as if he's in no hurry. He does reach up, starting to take off the cape of leopard skin from around his shoulders.]

Hey, Sal, right? What took you so long, man?

[gazelletamer]

[He's correct, and by the time Dionysus shows up he's steaming. And then he goes and says that like he isn't the late one, and like he has the right to address him so familiarly-

-And really, no one can blame him if Salvador's response is to chant a few words to fling a fireball directly at Dionysus' face, right? Right.]

[vapelife]

[For a moment, Dionysus' head is on fire. Surely his remains would have been a charred corpse, had he been mortal. It dissipates after a moment, some burst grapes trickling wine down his head and shoulders, his robe a little singed. He coughs a puff of purple smoke.]

Aw, thanks man. Much appreciated. How'd you know the grapes need heat to ripen?

[gazelletamer]

[This is the first inkling Salvador gets that he may have bit off more than he can magically blast into submission.]

What are you?

[vapelife]

Might have been in your favor to find out first, yeah?

[Dionysus came here to fight him for fun though, so he takes a few more strides forward, closing the gap.]

I'm Dionysus.

[gazelletamer]

[...ah, fuck.]

Surely we can talk this out? Wouldn't you prefer a nice animal sacrifice over my boyfriend?

[vapelife]

[He folds his arms, looking thoughtful for a moment, then shakes his head.]

Sal, my man, you think I'd be satisfied with just the slaughter of an animal? I doubt you'd even give me a proper bull. Now I'm just, you know, a little offended...

[gazelletamer]

I could easily get you a dozen bulls - he's worth much more than that to me.

[Dionysus can get his pick of twinks, surely he doesn't need this twink in particular??]

[vapelife]

[A smile is back on his face, but it's not as easy going as it was when he arrived.]

Man, I'm not sure if I believe you. Maybe you should, you know, kneel and beg me. I've taken a real liking to him...

[gazelletamer]

[Salvador has his pride, but he is also not stupid, and his knees hit the ground.]

Please leave my boyfriend alone?

[vapelife]

[Good, Salvador can follow directions. Dionysus closes more of the gap and reaches for the lich's face, cupping his fingers against his cheek as he presses a finger to his forehead. Purple miasma seeps from his fingers where he's touching Salvador, heavy with the syrupy smell of wine.]

I don't like what you did to Gersh, not one bit, man. Absolutely nasty stuff, rotten to the core, and to claim you love him? That's not love, man. But, you know, I'm a nice guy, right? I'm not going to kill you, just give you a little parting gift.

[gazelletamer]

[In normal circumstances Salvador would consider murder just for the familiarity of using a nickname with his love, never mind that he doesn't consider 'Gershom' to be a real name worth using. But normal circumstances don't have his limbs feeling heavy as that miasma floods into his core.]

What are you...?

[vapelife]

A gift! [Dionysus laughs, then breathes the same thick, purple fog into Salvador's face.]

Sal, when's, you know, the last time you've felt the drunken ecstasy of wine? Here's my boon for you-- all that euphoria, yeah? The madness, joy, and the terrible, terrible throb in your head.

[He releases his face, but gives him a gentle push on the forehead.]