Bard and Hunter, Tiny Moments of Reconciliation

"You can take the mask off now." Hunter quipped with a playful smirk on his face. "The painting is done and it isn't like I don't know what a handsome devil you are without it."

Quinn however was not in the mood for his jokes and banter. The Bard shook his head and sighed, pointing to the door nonchalantly.

"No. But thank you for humouring me, husband. You may leave. I know you must have some damsel or gentleman in distress to save or some stupid war that doesn't concern you, so I won't keep you any longer. I look forward to seeing you for the next painting in a century or so."

The crown prince had a disquiet look in his eyes as he approached his estranged husband and tittered despite the awkward situation they were in. Quinn tried his best not to smile but gave up when Hunter's chuckle echoed in the empty room. He hadn't heard that laugh in forever. Literally.

"You looked good towering over me in that painting, standing on your crate." Hunter smirked again.

"Oh, piss off Landon."