Octavian - the breeches part - is being handed over by his older lover to his younger lover; the two younger lovers are chastened by her heartbreak and yet also incredibly happy. No-one dies, everyone sort of wins, everyone sort of loses. That's how I like things and this is the music playing in my head a lot of the time when I write bittersweet stuff in my fic.
And here is the duet that follows
Ah the abuse of technology, doncha love it?