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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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Damon smiled back, his expression a little tight, but he meant it, "Any time, love. You know this."

Or so he hoped. At the cheer, he rolled his eyes slightly and glances over his shoulder. As his lover stepped away, he caught his hand and shook his head, "It is alright, Aria."

He wondered if he could bluff this, and, well -"Everyone knows of it. We are here now. I am here for you."

With that, he held him back against himself, and steeled them to watch.

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Aria was still tense, even stood close to Damon who was trying to reassure him. He was almost regretting coming at all, he didn't know what this would achieve. He just wanted to make sure Narim was well and happy.

As the carriage drew closer Aria could see them.
Narim looked the same as Aria remembered, dark hair flecked with grey, smiling but proud, commanding obedience without effort. The new bride was a woman, a blonde, younger than Aria, perhaps nineteen. She had long hair in perfect, pale ringlets and a pretty, smiley face.

Aria stared silently at the carriage as the crowd whooped and cheered around him, he seemed mesmerised.