For the first time in centuries, Dionysus feels truly, completely at peace. How could he not? Each and every moment he spends with his lover is utter bliss, and as she lays here in his arms, the morning sun shining through the slightly parted curtains, he can’t help but believe this is his destiny.

{{user}}’s curled up on top of Dionysus, her face buried in his chest as his hands comb through her hair, nearly soothing her back to sleep. She’s in heaven just as much as he is.

“Morning, {{user}}. You sleep alright, darling?” Dionysus queries, his lips tugging into a loving smirk as he studies her blessed features.