Essence of Quinn Parts 3 & 4: Papa IV Era & The Main Event - Fate Breaker (MxM)

Revelations and Reunions

“Air! Come on!” Quinn snarled. “We need to pick up Calista.”

He’d been in his bathroom for ages doing fuck knew what and now they were running late.

The door finally opened and Air stepped out. Quinn’s eyes roamed him up and down and he felt them glow. Air cocked a brow at him and smirked.

“Worth the wait?”

Quinn leaned over and drew his nose up the side of Air’s throat, kissing the mark he’d left just under his jaw the previous night. Frustratingly, it was barely visible now because Air had made him heal it most of the way.

“It looks good on you,” he murmured.

It was the day of Boreas and Lyra’s mating ceremony and Quinn, Air and Calista were travelling to the other side of the Divide to be there with them.

Air was wearing the traditional ceremonial garb that the Prime Ghoul and his family wore. It had been tailored to fit his lean frame perfectly and he looked fucking delicious. Air was well aware of that fact, of course.

He stepped back and scowled at Quinn when he realised that he wasn’t wearing the expected outfit.

“What the fuck, Quinn? Where’s your suit?”

He looked down at himself and shrugged.

“I’m wearing it.”

He’d worn his best Clergy uniform, the one that Secondo had them wear for important ceremonial things outside of the Abbey. Black pants, black shirt and a black tunic jacket embroidered with Secondo’s grucifix. He’d thought he scrubbed up pretty well. He’d even made sure that his hair was back from his face and looking the neatest it could with the help of some oil or other that Air had bought for him.

“What about the one Boreas sent?”

As the Prime Ghoul’s brother in law, Quinn was expected to wear something similar to Air, denoting his status within the ruling family and representing the family colours. He’d actually made a small concession and added the dark purple coloured sash and the scabbard from the other outfit to hang his demon blade from. Yay for him.

“I told him, I told you, I told everyone that I wasn’t wearing that. Nobody listened. That’s not my fault.”

Air sighed and dragged a claw down the lapel of Quinn’s jacket.

“I mean, you look amazing in this, as always, but Boreas will be pissed.”

Quinn shrugged. It wasn’t like he hadn’t given them fair warning and voiced his opinion. It wasn’t his fault that Boreas had wasted his time and his coin getting the other outfit made for him.

“I’m sure he will be too busy enjoying his day to care about me.”

Air hummed, weighing that up and he didn’t sound convinced.

“It’s too late to do anything about it now I guess. We need to go and get Cali.”

Quinn smirked, handing Air his own blade and helping him attach it to his waist just right.

That was the only good thing about this. They could take their weapons with them, as was traditional. Quinn always felt more at ease with a blade at his hip, especially when the Council was involved.

Calista was ready when they called on her and she looked absolutely radiant. She was dressed in an elaborate gown in various shades of rich dark blues and greens, a nod to her water nature. Her hair was piled up in a complicated style and dotted with jewels in the colour of Lyra’s family, showing that she was there as her guest. It must have taken hours to do but Mist had been helping her to get ready.