Of Bacchus, wells, pagan marriage rituals, and donkeys

[rthstewart]

Last year, metonomia  ilysia_039  and I blew up Meto's journal with a comment fic involving Edmund, the Duke of Galma's daughter, and stunted vineyards and how Edmund disliked things that "got in his way."    Fertility rituals involving ancient wells were the result.    The Crack Comment Fic may be found here.

autumnia reminded me of that fic.  And so today, I have been looking for Bacchus and found him and other things at Cline Cellars.  Alas, no Maenads.

Bacchus


The Well


Silenus' Donkey

Comments

[autumnia]

Oh my, you really did find the God of Wine on your trip! What a wonderful coincidence! :-)

Though really, the photos need to be appropriately captioned.

I have no suggestions for the donkey, but the one of the well should be:
"...I think that, having shown you both my vineyards and my store rooms, as well as having seen your prowess as a financier, I am now confident in showing you my well, too."


For the first one, I am thinking....

(Previously...)
“Lucy!” bellowed the god, opening his arms in a welcome so wide his immodest covering nearly fell to the ground. “Tell me you have finally decided to join our dance!”


Isamene turned her head to see her father, Queen Lucy and King Caspian approaching the vineyard. The two men stopped, taking in the scene with undisguised shock and surprise.

It was the young Queen that reacted first. She ran towards them, golden hair flying wildly behind her and skirts flapping loudly as the fabric rustled with her movements.

"My Queen!" cried Bacchus, "you have finally arrived! We cannot begin the wedding festivities without your presence!"

The Princess spun around, ready to correct the Wine God's mistaken assumption. She opened her mouth and made to speak but paused at the sight before her.

The dry, dusty well she had shown King Edmund disappeared. In its place was a fountain bubbling loudly as wine gushed out from its mouth. The dark liquid flowed over the stone rim of the well and down the side, miniature streams snaking across the land and dyeing the ground a deep purple. Lush, green vines grew along the wooden supports, winding upwards to the roof to the well. Two of the Maenads were in the midst of climbing up the supports, their legs tangled amongst the leaves as their arms reached up to grab the edge of the wooden roof. And standing on top was Bacchus, bare feet planted firmly on each side of the roof and surveying the scene with a wide grin. He took a deep sip from a leather skin in his hands, droplets of wine dribbling off his chin and onto his naked chest.

"We shall have the Wedding first," he proclaimed, "and then the Romp."

[rthstewart.livejournal.com]

AWWWW. You went back. I loved that fic. I really did. THE WELL.... You are brilliant, my friend.

[varnafinde.livejournal.com]

The caption for the donkey could then be simply, "After the Romp".

(And if it still says that there was a deleted comment, it was just mine that I wanted to edit for spelling.)

[rthstewart.livejournal.com]

Yes, I think that about covers it. Or a belch. (PS -- thank you for the reviews. I'm behind on responding given the travel!)

[harmony-lover.livejournal.com]

Gorgeous. There needs to be more of this, there really does (and I know it went on for ages before, but one can never have too much of a good thing. . .)