[center]At the contact of Clara brushing passed him, Ryanair tensed. Kieran watched her go with a tired expression on his face, glad that it was over if he were honest. Glancing down at the necklace, his pale fingers curled around it before he placed it in his pocket. At the question, Kieran glanced at Christian and offered a shake of his head. 

“We live further away from here, I doubt she'd be willing to go that far for this. I'll try another day, if you'll excuse us I have a meeting to attend to in the morning.” He bowed his head, Ryanair following his action with a stiffness that he knew well. The other had told him how he'd ended up dying on a rainy day, he's been taken from his home and beaten to death. He'd had no enemies as far as he knew, though that incident had left scars. Kieran knew the signs and dealt with them because he felt an attachment to the male, now it was time to go home. With little effort, he spun them both around and took off. Ryanair shaking off the old fright as they moved away from the town, Kieran smiling softly as exhaustion and gratefulness that filled their bond. 

Arriving home had never felt so refreshing. Entering the front door, both took their shoes off and made their way upstairs. Their home was a simple two-story brick building, with a balcony. It held two bedrooms, a library, and kitchen. Moving to his door, he felt Ryanair pause before his own room, the elder rolled his head and opened his arms. Ryanair stepped into them and took a moment to relax, his nose coming up to touch the left side of Kieran’s neck. Kieran sighed softly and returned the gesture with gratefulness, his own nose touching the mark he'd left on the right side of Ryanair’s neck. Pulling away he patted the blonde head before entering his room and closing the door. He managed to shed his clothes before slipping into his bed, his eyes shut as he head touches the pillow. 

Ryanair closes his own door, moving to his bed with measured steps. He slips out of his clothes and lifted a hand to the side of his neck, his fingers caressing the mark there. After a moment he laid down and curled up on his side, sleep tugging at his mind. They both had to wake early if they wished to keep Lady Esther happy, though he knew his presence alone would bother her. Emerald eyes closing as a yawn escaped his lips, Ryanair pushed the events for tonight out of his mind. Tomorrow was another day, and hopefully this time he wouldn't end up with a slap to the face and a fuming sire after their meeting with Lady Esther. [/center] [@earlymorninstar]