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]

[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.]