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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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On his part, Damon found the whole ordeal tiring and a chore. He had no desire to celebrate a corrupt, selfish coward of a ruler's choice of bride, or anything to do with him. But, Aria wanted it. He could have made an excuse. Quite easily. But he was loathe to leave him alone, especially in such a state. If he became vulnerable...he needed to be there for him.

Taking off his jacket, he tucked it under his arm, eyes dark and disinterested at the crowds, the colour...watchful of his young lover.

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Damon didn't watch the procession, he watched Aria. And the more he watched, the more disconcerting his reactions seemed to be to him. He squeezed his shoulders briefly before starting to step away, sure he wouldn't even notice. And, as such...if that man was his husband? He wouldnt want to be seen with Damon.