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Osiris stopped his writing at the thunder of heavy boots tramping through the office doorframe. With a grin, Saint tilted Osiris's face to look up at him.
"Osiris." His thumb grazed the other's cheekbone. "Are you busy?"
The Warlock laughed. "Well, I was. Is there something urgent?" He covered Saint's hand with his own.
"Not particularly. Was just hoping that you would not be busy, to have lunch together."
"I should be finished by noon, Saint," he said.
"Promise?"
"I promise my word."
Saint smiled and placed a kiss on Osiris's lips. "Good. When you are finished with work, meet me at overlook, where you can see City all over."
And with that, Saint trotted out the room with a sort of giddy bounce in his step. Osiris had no clue what had plagued his love, but it certainly was adorable.
Osiris had Sagira transmat him just before the overlook. It was a simple place of interest, a ledge on one of the many mountains with a view of the entire City and its walls from its perch. It was a common place for Guardians and Humans alike to gather for a scenic location. However, it was strangely empty. It was a Tuesday, Osiris assumed, meaning most citizens were busy and Guardians were out on patrol.
"Saint?"
He saw the Titan appear over the hill. "Osiris!" He ran up to him with the same excitement as if he hadn't seen him in weeks. "Come, I have prepared little meal for us."
Osiris took his outstretched hand with a smile. "A date?"
Saint paused. "...Yes, it can be that!"
Oh, Saint.
Osiris was led to the edge of the cliff, where a gold and lavender checkered cloth was spread delicately across the ground, an empty basket anchoring it from the breeze. He was careful not to hit the plates of food Saint had laid out.
"What is this all for?"
Saint shrugged. "Have not had nice moment like this in a long time. I have missed you, Osiris."
A flush ran down Osiris's face. Thank the Light he kept a mask on himself. He knew, he knew Saint was lonely. Hated that he stayed walled up, only focused on his research on the Vex.
Maybe a break is what Osiris needed after all.
Saint motioned for him to sit. "Eat. You are starving. I do not remember last meal you had."
He pointed out the different things he had brought, and Osiris did not fail to notice the box of cinnamon cookies Saint had picked up. The ones he always talked about, his favorites.
"I think I quite needed a break..." Osiris murmured softly, staring at the setting sun. "Thank you."
Saint wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders. "Of course, my bird."
He shifted closer to Saint, resting his head against his shoulder. He'd had Sagira and Geppetto transmat the basket and dishes back to their home, giving them space to sit and talk.
Neither had noticed the time slipping by until Osiris pointed out the bright orange and pink sky that began to fade in.
Now a brilliant magenta, Osiris was able to see the flicker of the lights in the City, the pattern that formed as the street lights flashed on. It snaked across the inner city to the walls, a pattern unique out of trillions.
"Osiris..."
He pushed himself back to his original spot. "What is it, love?" Saint's tone sounded... serious? A strange gravity that Osiris rarely heard from him.
Saint looked down at his hands in his lap. "I have been thinking."
Osiris held himself from making a dry remark.
"Do you remember how long it has been?" Saint's focus shifted to the faint stars peeking out from the horizon. "Since I have loved you?"
"...I do not know for certain, Saint." Osiris reached out for Saint's hand. "Centuries, at least. But I do remember that night, when you confessed to me."
Saint's gaze did not waver. "Tell me again."
"Well," Osiris began, following Saint's eyes, "it was one of the earliest days of the City. Fifty, sixty or so humans were our population. More Guardian than human. I remember... you had seemed off all day. Then that night..."
Osiris trailed off, only to finish softly, "I remember you entering my tent, no words spoken, before you took off your helmet and kissed me. And I kissed you back, and it was wonderful."
Saint was silent for a long time. "I think City should know you are mine."
Osiris studied the Exo carefully. "Do they not already?"
"No. That- that is not what I mean."
"What are you implying-"
"Osiris."
Saint finally turned to Osiris. "I want to marry you. Not just formally. I want everyone to know I am yours, eternally."
Osiris stared at him. "...What?"
"I know we do not have last names," he said, rambling, "but I like the feeling when I call you 'husband.'"
Osiris felt that hot feeling creep again. Was Saint-
"You are proposing to me, yes?"
Saint nodded. "I hope 300 years is enough time to decide."
"It is more than enough time, my love."
The Titan reached tentatively for Osiris, cupping his face. "Can I kiss you..?"
Osiris couldn't hide the grin on his face with his bandana this time. "Just as you did that first night."
Saint's thumb dipped below the red cloth on Osiris's face, pulling it past his chin as he scooted closer to kiss him. Osiris's fingers curled around Saint's hand, pulling him even closer to him.
They stayed that way until the magenta faded into black, the sun making the hills its grave along the horizon.
It was perfect.