Sebastian's assurance that, next time, Dorian might so be allowed to have him anyway he might desire only further seemed to delight the Fairy Monarch with the veritable overabundance of ideas that might so turn within his ever busy mind. Ah, but to consider all the ways he could! There is a distinct delight all its own in the acquisition of a partner so unafraid to explore the utterly great vastness of his own imagination. So many years of utter boredom having so allowed Dorian to spend a great portion of his time in the consideration of just what he might so like to try one day. In all he had envisioned for himself however, he had never quite managed to so envision Sebastian in this. The idea of a companion of any sort never having so infiltrated those idle daydreams if only for Dorians belief that such a thing would surely never happen. He had spent hundreds of years managing to avoid love in every sense of the word, very few ever earning even a second night within his embrace unless they had proven to be wholly captivating on some level and yet the idea he might somehow find a single being with whom to be content, with whom had had, even now, already considered the possibility of a lifetime â€" had once seemed an utterly laughable idea. Love had made rather the fool of him in that scene at least. How ridiculous he had been to so think he could avoid something he barely understood or that he might somehow be immune to its effects. Although, perhaps too, so many years of failing to form any attachment to anyone had understandably so given him this false belief of his own resistance. How wrong he had been and yet, truly, he was hardly displeased to have been wrong all the same. There was, he had decided, very little of his home he actually missed. Even his own palace he had so come to realise- held little for him other than the promise of loneliness once more. There was far, far more here for him.

"Then I shall fully intend too."

He utters the words easily, that glorious grin so dancing upon his features with that clear display of a promise for next time- as always. Yet, for now, Dorian finds himself almost too lazy, within his satiation, to truly find the energy to act upon it just yet. The Fae king utterly content to merely continue to lay upon the bed and within those crumpled sheets that seemed to eternally hold that all-too pleasing scent of his lover. Sebastian's subsequent feeding only further seeming to placate the man within that truly exceptional haze that venom so seemed to place him within each and every time. Dorian having come to so unequivocally associate the vampires bite and hunger with that all-too encompassing pleasure that so afflicted him. Those very fangs he had once been so wary off now so willingly embraced by the Fae. It is only when Sebastian's tongue so coaxes those wounds to stop their bleeding and the embrace of that poison begins to loosen it's hold upon him, along with the ropes that had held him- that Dorian so allows himself to sit somewhat more upright. His fingers to easily entangle within his lovers hair as his lips brush the vampires own in those lingering and yet potent waves of loving affection. Dorian only now given to consider just how he had gotten free of those red ties when his companion had hardly moved. His mind had perhaps been a little slow in having reached such a realisation and yet, once fixated upon, the ever-curious Fae found himself wholly inquisitive of the notion.

The silver of his gaze returns once more to they now radiant blue of his lovers own- that warmth of blood so returning life to the man as it should be and yet, for once, it was hardly Sebastian himself that so held his attention- but the single red thread that had so weaved its way through the vampires fingers and seemingly tied itself to the smallest of them. For several moments at least Dorian is merely content to stare quizzically at it, his mind attempting to understand in what fashion this ability seemed to function beyond merely providing Sebastian with an unlimited supply of singular coloured thread. The vampire's mention of knowing who belonged with who seeing his own features readily frown, that quizzical look offered to Sebastian now as his fingers extend ever so slightly towards it with the intent of touching before withdrawing his hand the very moment this notion of 'soulmates' is mentioned.

"I shouldn't like to...disturb it somehow."

While Sebastian was, perhaps, meant to touch such threads Dorian remains entirely unsure as to whether or not it was safe for him to do so, his head nodding softly as the vampire inquired as to whether or not he had heard of soulmates at all. The very concept was older then even Dorian himself, the belief that within the very expanse of the world there existed one being crafted entirely for another though so few were ever afforded that privilege of finding them. His Mother had spoken of the idea once, bards had sung about it and his tutor too had once discussed with him this very notion of fate and the idea of destiny in turn and yet this very understanding that the man within his lap somehow held dominion over the very fate of lovers was- astounding to him. For several moments yet Dorian is merely given to continue to stare at that thread, his head tilting slightly, almost comically perhaps as if to peer at it from several different angles while his mind so struggles with this plethora of questions. One hand still nestled within Sebastian's hair all the same.

"Do you see these all the time? Do they not distract you?"

Would it not be so distinctly distracting to see threads so constantly around? Yet such a power was almost...deity like to Dorian's own understanding of the world, Sebastian something of a guardian of the very part of the soul so given to love and truly such a notion was utterly beyond his comprehension. The silver of his gaze, this time, coming to rest more firmly upon the vampire's pinkie finger and the thread tied so neatly about it now.

"Is that yours?"

He inquired softly, eyes momentarily following that red trail, another question already well upon his lips and yet this one he finds halted within his throat well before it can come to fruition. Did he truly desire to know if Sebastian had ever followed his own thread? The very notion that, somewhere within the world, existed that other half to the vampire's soul was almost...painful to consider. That the very man he was in love with might be so fated to another designed for him to love from the beginning was a consideration that in all his years of life Dorian had never once even imagined and yet with such a power as this- would not, one day, Sebastian desire to know? The Monarch already aware that he would hardly stop the man if that day ever came- how could he? Fate was an utterly undeniable thing and even Dorian, in all his own power, was hardly egotistical enough to believe he might somehow stand in the way of it. For now however, he pushes such thoughts away with a distinct determination. He was happy, here and now and this is all that mattered. The softest of simpers finds its way to his lips all the same to so effortlessly conceal that inner turmoil as his fingers still continued to stroke his lovers hair before Dorian so lifted his own hands, turning them about before him in evident curiosity as if to search for his own red thread. An entirely different thought so touching his features now.

"Bastien, does everyone have a soulmate? Is anyone ever left without?"

Dorian Aragona