A small softened simper crossed the vampire's features as Dorian's fingertips so cautiously reached out to caress that very thread even Sebastian himself had so started to cherish. For so long the vampire himself had considered the impossibility of ever finding a love worth his prolonged attention, much less his desire to stay in a given location wholly for one singular individual. He had never thought himself capable of having such a 'soulmate', and yet, here he was, finally, with a thread of his own tied so neatly around his fingertip - a thread that came into its existence entirely on it's own without even the slightest of influence from himself. His hand turned ever so slightly, allowing Dorian a better look at that genteel knot. He watched in silence as the simple knowledge of this so saw Dorian gentle touch once again embrace the length of his very own thread, holding in his fingertips the very thread that, Sebastian at least, knew well bound him to the very King before him. His crystalline gaze so shifted to the features of the fairy's face, observing with ever increasing concern the silence that so afflicted the man, those thoughts that crossed his mind clearly weighing heavily upon him and yet, without the inclination to share, Sebastian could do very little to relieve those thoughts.

It was the lifting of Dorian's own hands that brought the smallest of insight for the vampire, that frown momentarily disappearing if only due to the knowledge he was finally afforded. He had not anticipated that Dorian might so fret over the possibility of his own soulmate. The King had never truly struck him as one terribly interested in such thoughts of romance and yet, perhaps it was solely due to the simple fact that their relationship had started entirely physical in it's origins. After all, what little he knew of Dorian himself was gleaned from these moments after - between the softness of his silken sheets as they lay in the afterglow of all they had done. It was perhaps their previous evening that saw Sebastian have even the slightest of inclination Dorian might have held for him, and even so he had not wholly been sure it had transgressed further than a mutual lust given way to exclusivity. He was taking a risk in this, in so showing Dorian that with whom he was bound to and yet, he abhorred that look upon the man's features enough to cause his own fingertips to reach up and touch that satin thread he alone had so watched tie itself around Dorian's finger.

His aquamarine eyes shifted back towards the King's features, watching in silence the way his gaze seemed to so widen in amazement of that he truly had not considered existing for himself. He heard too those Italian lyrics, the vampire proficient enough in this language too that such words were effortlessly understood to mirror that awe that so struck his lover. He watched as Dorian's gaze turned downwards towards where the thread became far too entangled with the sheets upon his bed to truly follow and yet, in this, Sebastian knew well of Dorian's simple weakness for knowledge. He was thankful in this, perhaps, that such thread ended entirely within himself. The vampire wholly believed that if it had not, he surely would have lost Dorian to the individual who did sit on the other end. A small shrug crossed his shoulders at the King's quiet comment upon the presence of exactly where his thread led to. With the softest sounds of regret upon his lips, Sebastian shifted as Dorian so moved to his knees, his fingers entirely preoccupied with the presence of that thread. The vampire slowly raised to his elbows, his gaze following the fae King as he so worked to untangle that thread from his sheets.

His gaze followed Dorian around the bed, simply watching with patience as he so struggled to discover the end of that very thread. The crimson ribbon so effortlessly flowed through Dorian's fingertips, gathering in a small pile that trailed behind him as he made his way around the bed and closer towards Sebastian himself. A small simper so danced upon his features at the sensation of that soft tug upon his finger, the vampire all too aware of that end Dorian himself would soon stumble upon. He watched that intensity of Dorian's gaze as the fae once again found himself kneeling in front of Sebastian. He watched in silence as Dorian followed it those last few inches before his fingers graced the knot upon the vampire's own finger. He glanced up at his companion with a glimpse of inquisitiveness, the vampire entirely cautious on how Dorian might so receive such knowledge. He was all too aware of that shock that crossed the man's features, the vampire shifted ever so slightly as Dorian so abruptly moved away from him - the length of that thread piled between them.

That silence, that stillness, so wholly concerned the vampire as his gaze remained steadfast upon the fae King - waiting for something from the man. He hardly realized the way in which he so found himself holding his breath in those precarious moments that followed, the vampire's head bobbing mutely in response as Dorian finally voiced that simple fact - it was him. He was hardly prepared for the way in which Dorian's arms so embraced his form, a soft grin slowly pulling at his features. His arms so wholly embraced the fae King, holding him close as his nose nuzzled into Dorian's neck. Such a simple gesture managed to so silently assuage those worries that had befallen upon the vampire in those prior moments of silence, a soft breath of relief left the man's lips. That sweet moment was all too fleeting for the vampire, the man cherishing those moments of Dorian's form against his own. His crystalline eyes so met those sterling eyes that stared down at him, his features twisting into a warm simper at that radiant smile he was so presented with.

His fingertips slowly rose to caress Dorian's cheek at those soften whispered lyrics. "I would have found you eventually." He muttered in response, even if it had not been that fateful night in front of the bar, he was somehow assured that some day, at some point, he still would have wound up exactly here, in Dorian's arms. His own lips so eagerly found those of the man against him, effortlessly conveying that undeniable love that so afflicted him when it came to Dorian. He felt the man's hand so reach for his own, his fingers so carefully intertwining with Sebastian's own as Dorian slowly pulled away, another thought so clearly striking the thoughts of his so treasured King. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at the monarch's inquiry, it was a thought that had so lingered upon his own mind of late, though he had concluded he'd cared particularly little of the title afforded him so long as he was still given moments such as these.

"I am not sure..." He uttered softly in thought, listening to those commitments Dorian was assured they were far beyond. "Boyfriend is a term equivalent to what courting was in my day. It is that period before fiances and yet, modern courting hardly holds the same standards of constraint it once did." He paused for a moment, his head tilting to the side in thought, "But, it is the closest I think to what we are, if that does not bother you?" He inquired, his gaze turning back towards the monarch, those azure eyes softening ever just so as he still strove to hold the man closely to him with his free hand.

Sebastian Ellington