Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

How that heartbeat called to the vampire, fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird within that chest. His tongue gingerly caressed the sharpened point of his fang, his thoughts shifting instinctually towards the vague consideration of the very taste of the blood that flowed through the veins of that body. Although Sebastian was often the epitome of self-control, those vampiric tendencies, those dark thoughts of bloodlust, and that lingering desire to hunt still frequently crossed the predator's mind. Even if he chose not to act upon such wants. His head tilted back ever so slightly, even as Sebastian waved off his own guards. That scent...it was...so... familiar. A small frown marred his features as Sebastian rounded the corner of that rooftop, only for his gaze to fall upon a figure he knew intimately well. A small simper crossed his features as Sebastian leaned against the bartop. His blue irises roved the length of her figure, from the way her wayward blonde locks swept across the tender slopes of the back of her neck to the tightness at which she gripped the glass railing, turning her knuckles an uncanny shade of white. Such a thing, he knew, was hardly normal for the young woman that so often fell prey to the undeniable magnetism that existed between them. His fingers lightly toyed with the wedding band upon his finger before Sebastian's English lit rang out in the quiet darkness that surrounded them.

For a moment, she hardly seemed to react to his baritone voice, her gaze stationary on the city's skyline ahead of them. It was unusual and yet, there was no doubt within Sebastian's mind that she had heard him. Patience, however, was a virtue the vampire had all but mastered as he remained where he was - simply letting Carolina decide if she wished to acknowledge the Incubus' presence. He could hear the very way her very body seemed to react to his presence - her heart calmed it's once erratic thud, her breath seemed to slow from that once frantic pant, as if his simple existence put her at an ease that was almost reminiscent of his own affinity. How...interesting. Sebastian watched as her hand rose, her slender fingers wrapping around the skin of her neck as she turned to face him. His head tilted ever so slightly as he watched her, the vampire inclined to remain silent as her gaze met the glacier blue of his own. That clear sarcasm within the Southern lit of her soprano voice prompted a soft chuckle from the Englishman as Sebastian's shoulders lifted in a vague shrug. Truly, he hadn't anticipated such a place might be a favorite of the young woman, though considering how many times they met in various bars amongst Sacrosanct, the Incubus supposed he shouldn't be terribly surprised. They were the exact sort of places he had once haunted, filled with bodies to lose himself in, much in the same way Sebastian suspected that she desired to.

Despite that newfound state of placidity that Carolina found, the woman hardly seemed inclined to close the distance between them. Perhaps she had not forgiven him for the way he had left her last time - much less the very usage of his power to ensure she fell into those peaceful dreams. Sebastian watched as her hand lowered to cradle her drink, only to comment on how...normal such a thing as ghosts might even be here of all places. How truthful her words were, Sebastian himself still had not fully recovered from the last time he had a brush with a medium. The sight of his deceased wife had be...shocking, to say the least. "No, it definitely would not." He muttered softly, that once smug simper all but dissipating from his lips. She was someone he had been striving, of late, to keep from his thoughts - the sight of her ghastly form having dredged up memories Sebastian had run away from for far too long. Slowly, the vampire rose his own glass to his lips, that liquor desperately sought as he strove to once again to simply forget.