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[so_far_fallen]

The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon and the sky was stained purple by the half glow. Aria was dressed in his finest, a long sleeved cream shirt with lace around the cuffs and a powder blue waistcoat. He was anxious, he knew that this evening he would catch the first glimpse of his beloved husband in over a year. He tried to hide the anxiety, he didn't want Damon to ask questions - he'd find out later, of course, but Aria felt it would be best not to bring it up yet in case Damon took him back home.

People gathered in the streets, drinking ale from tankards, laughing, dancing. A band played upbeat music on drums and tamborines and excitable fiddles, and banners and flags hung from every window and doorway. Aria looked around and couldn't help but smile, the mood was electric.

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Narim's eyes widened and he recoiled in horror.
"...demon...." he murmured, his voice shaking somewhat.

[makesudothings.livejournal.com]

"Ah ah..." Damon chuckled, his face slowly returning to normal. "No name-calling. Do we understand each other? You will leave Aria alone..."

[so-far-fallen.livejournal.com]

Narim gave Damon a wary look but forced himself to glare back at him.
"I have been leaving him alone - it was he who came to visit me."

[makesudothings.livejournal.com]

"I am aware of that," he said quietly. "But after this, I want you to go to that whorehouse and get all his earnings. All that pain you inflicted...money is nothing to Aria but I say do it. Give it all to me, save it aside...and tell no one. About me, however...you can do as you like."

And with that, he leaves.

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Narim is left alone, teeth clenched, glaring at the space where Damon was.

"This isn't the last of this," he growled under his breath.