He felt so strange, a tug like the changing of the tide, a shiver of a sea wind swirling around her body. A very odd feeling when both feet were firmly on dry and, and had been for some time.
The familiarity of him was not one of comfort, and there was nothing so romantic as a homecoming in his presence. She loved him, deeper than she loved anybody, but he was not home. She knew him, more than she knew anybody, she had walked at his side longer than any other soul on this planet, but there was a wild strangeness to him that would never go away.
But it was a wild strangeness that sang to her heart. A song she hadn't heard for a long, long time, a song that called her to sing it again, turn every head in this restaurant. Every head out on the street!
There had been reasons she hadn't reached out to any of the gods she knew resided in this city. Ariadne had been enjoying her life among the mortals, even the loneliness had an authentic feel about it and part of Ariadne longed for for that special mortal brand of authenticity, but ahhh... with Dionysus' lips on the back of her hand, and her blood singing around her heart, it was easy to let all those reasons slip back into the past.
She smiled at him as he kissed her hand, and her smile grew wider as she brushed the back of her fingers against his cheek, reaching the edge of the khol. It was really him, no trick, no dream. It was really him, after all these years. "My husband," she said in wonder, turning her body toward him, but not falling into that promised embrace yet. She wanted to look at him for a long moment first; lords and ladies, he was beautiful.