Angel Of Blood Moons
Dionysus
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“But remember, boy, that a kind act can sometimes be as powerful as a sword. As a mortal, I was never a great fighter or athlete or poet. I only made wine. The people in my village laughed at me. They said I would never amount to anything. Look at me now. Sometimes small things can become very large indeed.”

Dionysus only grinned, kissing her softly. "You make me so happy, as well. Happier than a field of fresh grapes." he teased, walking up to the counter and handing the waiter a small wad of cash. "Apologies for disturbing any of your customers. Also, your mascara is running." The God murmured, spinning around and lifting Aphrodite up. "We should get going, my love." he smirked then, and laced his fingers inbetween hers, walking out out the parlor.
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