Yugo is flaringly, gloriously pissed.
They stand in full Eliatrope formal, Qilby's only hand joined to both of Chibi's; there are few flowers or ribbons, merely a Sadida officiant and a rose Mina insisted on tucking into his hat. The day is beginning to cool into evening, and Chibi wraps his cloak around him in chill.
Qilby can't stop giving sidelong glances to Yugo's brilliantly red face, grinning when he notices the king trying his damnedest to look happy with Amalia's hand in his. Yugo notices and sends a piercing glare back. Chibi just wishes the ceremony would be over so he could have a few drinks and forget that his brother and his—partner? – are giving each other Looks. It was Amalia's fault they had to do the ceremony anyway.
But then his hands drop as Qilby shakes his hand free, reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of carefully folded paper. With a loud clear of his throat Qilby is suddenly addressing not just him but the small crowd that's gathered, and Chibi can't help but admire his elegance as he speaks about the thousands of lives he's lived and the many ways their souls have met.
"I trust, then, that you will realize that our bond is something more than one meeting in one lifetime; it is a series of fated connections. It is something like the double helix of the genetic code, if you will. I believe it was the decision of the universe – or our goddess, however you may put it – that brings us together; and together we shall stay."
Those last words are directed not just at Chibi, but at Yugo, who sighs in resignation at the front. The two kiss, Qilby with a smug sense of triumph, and Yugo leaves to go have a drink.