#sinova

Being called back to action left Novarin with only a little time to return home in the evenings usually but now that he was on a temporary suspension, he had far more time to come and go as he pleased. Every night, he returned to the same place, the same bed, the same person and the same demon hounds the pair raised together and nothing in that routine would ever change. Not even the fact that even if Nova wore the house key around his neck, he always went through the window.

Of course that night was like any other, he slipped in through the open windowsill, Sin had threatened to close it a thousand times before but never made good on his idle words. Every night, Nova just grinned to himself when he was finally in the warm home, small and much more of a bachelor’s pad for two but it was where he felt the most comfortable.

The rules were simple for being around Sin, for his lifemate enjoyed the simple things... Black coffee and Nova without a mask on. Every time the rogue would appear wearing the bandana above his nose or anything that blocked his face at all, Sin would huff and remove it forcefully, usually with a sharp yank to set the rogue’s charming face free. Every time Nova would ask why and Sin would glare, mockingly offended and each reason was more stammered out than the last.

Normally Novarin had been trained to simply remove it before he found Sin but in that one particular evening, Nova found himself sidetracked, plucking out a few paper reports his thieving little hands had stolen from a set of Illidari - his only hope had been that any word about Aertheas would be within the writing. There he stood in the living room, moon-tinted eyes cast down onto the papers and such in focus that he hadn’t realized that Sin was sneaking up behind him. As arms reached around Nova, the rogue would have soon felt a harsh tug to his face.

“I told you—” Sin puffed, capturing Nova from behind before his chin came to rest on the rogue’s shoulder to peer at what he was looking at. 

“Yeh yeh, no masks, aye.” Nova grinned, ignoring the mild sting of a clothing burn from the tug but instead he moved his head to kiss Sin’s cheek in greeting. “Beat me home f’er once, that’s rare.”

“You’ve clearly lost track of time, it’s late.”

“Ah, did I? Apologies, I thought I found a lead...”

“About Aer?” Sin seemed hopeful, if only for Nova’s sake.

“Mhm... Been trackin’ his squadron’s last known whereabouts and movements, was hopin’ t’ find somethin’.” Though with the way that Novarin folded the papers to toss them helplessly onto a chair, he leaned back against the Demon Hunter, eyes closing thoughtfully. 

“No dice?” Sin whispered, expanding his wings to coil around his husband in support, offering a warm welcome home. Truly such a rare feat for the demon, considering most found him brash and difficult to even speak with.

“No dice...” Just another dead end.

There was something to be said about memory loss or the pain and agony it took to recover from it, there was another to be said about returning to ones old life after they remembered, two years later.

Novarin had done just that and he’d come home to find his partner missing and best friend nowhere to be found. Orgrimmar was topsy-turvy and though he wasn’t sure just how his best friend had managed to spot him in the chaos, their meeting had been bittersweet.

In truth, Nova had awaited for Sin to scream at him, to smack him around, to tackle him and release all of that pent up aggression that two years must have swelled and bore deep within the Demon Hunter’s chest and yet he was greeted with arms wrapped around him and words barely choked out. To be reunited with Sin had been truly like coming home, safe again in his best friend’s grasp and yet as the two struggled to convey how much they’d missed one another and how hard Sin had struggled with the news that Nova had fallen in battle and yet here here stood? It was emotional, to say the least.

The pair had parted ways with promises to meet each other at the house, Sin had assured Novarin he still lived at the same place and the window was still open for the rogue to sneak into, but it had further made Nova realize an underlying truth.

He and Sin had always called one another their Platonic Lifemates, they lived together, slept together, hunted together, the two were attached to the hip and while they both struggled to really put a finger on it or grasp the concept that two people could be in love without feeling sexual favour towards one another, they always held each other above everyone else, including their own love interests.

It was the reason Nova made his first stop to a jeweler’s in Dalaran, having eyed a set of rings so long ago that he had thought about giving as a gag joke but now, two years of being separated, the Rogue was in front of the case again, those rings still on display. As he stared at the set, the rogue bit his lower lip and chewed, lulling over to himself the pros and cons of actually keeping to his word and asking for Sin to marry him. The man was his best friend, his companion and lifemate, they had everything a relationship was built on but Sin preferred women and Nova was much more loose and free.

Could it have worked?

Fingers tapped the glass case carefully, his gloves protecting any smudges that could have occurred. “That set there, aye? Wit’ th’ black n’ gold. I’ll take ‘em... finally.” He teased the jeweler, who Nova had been surprised she even remembered him. It was the first step in changing his second chance life around and he wasn’t about to let anything slip through his fingers ever again.

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