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Mark opened the front door to the institute and walked down the stone steps. He stopped to look around and took a deep breath. The sun had just set and the stars were coming out, the cool night air felt good in his lungs. This had always been his favorite part of the day when he’d been with the hunt. It was when, for a small time, the stars shared the sky with the last bit of the sun’s fire and it was absolutely beautiful. It was even more breathtaking when one was actually up among the stars themselves, galloping on a flying steed towards the setting sun as if you were chasing it away.

Mark sighed, trying to remember what he had come out here for. Of course, he realized, he was looking for Kieran, before he had gotten lost in his own mind and memories. He did that often, his siblings seemed perturbed by it but Kieran didn’t mind. Usually he would just gaze at Mark’s face while he was daydreaming, enjoying the various emotions that played out on his face. Sometimes he would even relive the memories with the former hunter, for he was the only one that could.

Mark found Kieran sitting on the ground, gazing out at the ocean. He sat down next to the faerie that held his heart and Kieran laid his head against Mark’s shoulder in response. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, though I should’ve known you were out here,” Mark said as he watched the waves coming in. After all this time Kieran still seemed ill at ease within the walls of the institute. “I was just thinking about what it was like soaring among the stars. Despite all the pain I endured in the hunt there are parts of it I really miss.”

Kieran lifted his head to look into Mark’s eyes. “As do I,” he replied, “I yearn for the nights we slept among the grass and under the stars. Just you and I.” Mark sighed dreamily at all the memories Kieran’s words had brought to mind. He lied down on his back and held out his arms to the faerie prince. “Let’s reminisce together,” he whispered.

Kieran nodded with a small smile on his lips and lay his head down on Mark’s chest. Mark stroked his shimmering light blue hair softly as they murmured sweet nothings to each other. “I love you Mark Blackthorn,” Kieran said softly. “I love you too, Kieran of my heart,” Mark whispered into his ear. And they laid like that all night; the faerie prince and the outcast shadowhunter, entwined in each other’s arms under the shining stars.