The shrill whistle of a train filled the air, as the steam from the train's engine gushed upwards, before eddying downwards and dissolving into nothing. Crowds of people surrounded the tracks as vendors hawked their wares and people talked with each other, raising their voices so as to be heard over the almost-deafening noise.

A sharp crack is heard in a nearby street, as the air itself seems to twist and swirl, before it deposits a pair of tall, slim figures onto the street, seemingly out of thin air. The taller figures narrows his emerald-green eyes at a nearby beggar, who had apparently seen everything. As the beggar gets up and turns to run, the man holds out one hand, splaying his fingers

The beggar freezes in place, as the man walks towards him with steady, decisive steps. The man crosses him, before turning to face him. His eyes are narrowed in slight concern as he regards the frozen man, before the other man speaks up, speaking with a slight rasping growl

"Did you forget how to Obliviate, Emrys ?"

The man - Emrys - looks annoyed , and turns to face the other man, who by now had stepped into the beggar's field of vision

He was slightly shorter than Emrys, and wore a deep scarlet jacket, over a tight-fitting golden vest, which shone slightly, as if armor plates had been embedded into the cloth. The jacket was embossed with a lighter crimson design of flickering flames. At the man's throat was a silver choker, with the design of a shattered skull, and a snake with it's head cut off. Inscribed directly over his lapel, in thin golden thread, was the design of a dragon lying couchant, and over it, the words "Pendragon", with the word "Le Fay" embossed over it in bronze thread

In one hand, the man held what resembled a cane, but as he shifted, the hilt, bearing the design of a roaring lion sitting upright, made from gold, with ruby eyes, shifted revealing a shining silver blade within. Though the beggar knew it not, the blade was inscribed with a phrase "O magne Draco, percellit hoc ense verum
" (O Great Dragon, let this blade strike true"). As it were, the cane was, itself, made from polished mahogany, and bore the phrase, in swirling letters, "Cum rugieris, omnes coram te adorabunt" (When you roar, all before you bow down).

The man had burning scarlet eyes, that seemed to glow from within, and sparkled with mischief, and tanned skin that contrasted his ebony hair.

Emrys snapped back at the man, "That seems a little harsh"
The man smirked, "It's what we're supposed to do"
Emrys barked out a laugh, "Ignis, when have we ever done what we're supposed to do ?"

Ignis also laughed at that, "I guess you're right. Do it then"

Emrys raised one finger, and whispered a phrase, "O spiritus Emrythi et Nyxini, huius constringite linguam!", (O spirits of Emrys and Nyx, bind this man's tongue"), before touching the man's lips.

Immediately a bolt of pain shot through his body, and he resisted the urge to scream. Unbeknownst to him, a welt in the shape of a coiled serpent had appeared at the nape of his neck.

With that, the man fell forward, as the magic binding him faded, and with a short phrase from Ignis, fell asleep

Ignis turned to Emrys, "Well, that was close"
Emrys grunted, "Shut it"

"Oh come on ! I see you for the first time in what feels like aeons, and that's what you have to say ?"

"We met yesterday"

Ignis slammed Emrys against the wall, leaning in close, so close that their lips were mere centimeters, "I said "it felt like aeons""

Emrys, blushing a bright crimson, only managed to stammer out, "Y-You.."

Ignis chuckled before whispering, "So cute", and standing up straight. Once he was done, he turned to his lover and said, "You had something you wanted to tell me ?"

Emrys seemed to finally regain control of his thoughts, and managed to say,

"We're having a son"

"What"

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