Sebastian Ellington-Aragona
Those overseas ventures had come to an end far before Sebastian was ready, even if that honeymoon was far lengthier than any normal couple might spend abroad. He wasn't ready to give up the hours he had been afforded in those unusually long nights in Sweden or the sunny ocean shores that Dorian had gifted him in Corsica. Despite his own feelings on the matter, however, the private plane brought them back to the cobblestone streets of Sacrosanct soon enough. Though there were some aspects of that return home he looked forward to, like that over ecstatic puppy that eagerly greeted them, his official marriage into royalty had brought with it some particular....complications. No longer could Sebastian simply roam those streets of the city unnoticed, no longer could he use his charisma, charm, and affection to win him those meals, not when the eyes of the world were upon him.
A soft sigh left the vampire's lips as he meandered down the familiar streets of the Eastside, the man entirely aware of those black-clothed figures that now followed the Italian Prince. He could hardly fault his husband, or even the staff, for insisting the protection detail that now accompanies him. After all, their wedding had been quite the worldwide phenomenon and, as a result, Sebastian found himself recognized more often than not. Frankly, the vampire was hardly certain how he intended to find someone to eat tonight and yet, with Dorian's palace staff no longer at their disposal, and the fae King having been subjected to his bite recently enough, there had been a need to search those streets for someone. A small frown crossed his features as the Englishman shoved his hands into his pockets, those dark blue eyes surveyed the crowd at large, searching for something or someone. The last thing he expected to find was the petite figure of a young woman he hadn't seen in nearly two years.
For a moment, Sebastian was content to merely linger upon that street corner, his gaze steadfast upon her as she ran a hand through her blonde hair. There was something distinctly different about the young woman, that simple fact was obvious to his acute attentiveness. She seemed thinner then he remembered, her tan skin was somewhat paler, as if a sort of derelict desperation had found it's grasp upon her. Something had clearly changed and yet, even Sebastian was distinctly different than the man he had been the last time they had met. Still, he had enjoyed her company and she had denied him enough times that he was still left curious of what she had tasted like. His tongue ran over his fangs and just like that, the vampire made his decision. Sebastian made his way across the street, those suit clothed men in tow behind him at a perfectly reasonable pace to give the vampire the guise of solitude while being close enough to lend aid should anything occur.
tell you pretty lies
look you in the face & tell you that
I love you
even if it's fake