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Rainier didn’t immediately say anything as Orion draped an arm around his shoulders. He just stood there, wings fluttering faintly, eyes still fixed on the place where Queen Celine had been. A lot had happened in so little time. Too much for someone like him. But then he let out a breath. [color=deepskyblue]“You keep putting your arm around me like that and I’m going to start thinking you actually like me,”[/color] Rainier teased.

He leaned just slightly into Orion’s side.[color=deepskyblue]“We’re not ready,”[/color] he said quietly, so only Orion could hear. [color=deepskyblue]“None of us are. But ready or not, we’re all this realm has.”[/color] He straightened with a flick of his fingers through his hair. [color=deepskyblue]“And you’re damn right it’ll be lively. My parties always are. Just survive long enough to see it.”[/color] He gave him a soft poke in the ribs. [color=deepskyblue]“Or I’ll make you haunt me. Preferably shirtless.”[/color]

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Rainier had been unusually quiet on this trip so far. He seated side-saddle on the mallard with legs crossed at the ankle.

But then he caught the tail end of everyone’s talking. [color=deepskyblue]“Alright, alright,”[/color] Rainier finally spoke up, waving a hand lazily from his perch. [color=deepskyblue]“Sweetheart… is our duck-chauffeur actually flying in the right direction or are we just trusting his vibes?”[/color]

He leaned back with a soft exhale, letting the breeze ruffle his curls. [color=deepskyblue]“Well… we’re past the point of no return now. Might as well save the world.[/color]