Kyle's not wrong in his suspicions. Even if the moment overshadows all the other manner of auspice here.
When Kyle's hands swat at him, Quentin reaches back. His eyes light up brightly with both the relief that he's not a complete tyrant in this fantasy and that by the grace of whatever god governs magical flea markets he hasn't been sent a vision of posh blondes or a corset wearing Black Queen once imagined in his youth.
When the initial relief wears off, he turns intensely red. "Uh. Well. At least it's not too ostentatious," he offers.
And if on cue the ceremony continues.
"...a union not just good for one Krakoan and one Human. But for all of Krakoa. For our human brothers and sisters. For the future of peaceful co-existence. For life on Earth and Arakko. May we all share your eternal happiness. I pronounce you, Quentin and Kyle, sovereign Kings of new Okkara."
No sooner are those words spoken then the crowd below erupts in celebration.
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When Kyle's hands swat at him, Quentin reaches back. His eyes light up brightly with both the relief that he's not a complete tyrant in this fantasy and that by the grace of whatever god governs magical flea markets he hasn't been sent a vision of posh blondes or a corset wearing Black Queen once imagined in his youth.
When the initial relief wears off, he turns intensely red. "Uh. Well. At least it's not too ostentatious," he offers.
And if on cue the ceremony continues.
"...a union not just good for one Krakoan and one Human. But for all of Krakoa. For our human brothers and sisters. For the future of peaceful co-existence. For life on Earth and Arakko. May we all share your eternal happiness. I pronounce you, Quentin and Kyle, sovereign Kings of new Okkara."
No sooner are those words spoken then the crowd below erupts in celebration.
"Ok so it's a little extra..." Quentin mumbles.