The Sun Also Rises

Sebastian's inclination to wear a tie more often, if only for Dorian's own amusement in this, so readily seems to delight the Fae all the same. The Monarch half content to so imagine how his lover might look in just a tie, one eye lifting slightly at those images that so danced within the confines of his mind for several moments before he so sought to return his attention to the evening at hand and the promise of music of the finest sort. It had been years since he had cared to hear any minstrels play, his own or any others. Dorian having lost any true interest in the music he had once enjoyed- that too merely falling into the dull and blended blur that had been his existence until his accidental- perhaps fated- arrival within this city. Each passing month having so seen life return to the man as he so embraced his newfound freedom and the modern world along with it. Sebastian, surely, had much to do with his sudden interest in the world. Dorian's own interests and passions so beginning to return now that he had a reason for which to rise each day- or evening as he had fallen into the habit of doing. This assertion that the woman to so perform for them tonight would have placed higher within her art had she not missed several notes saw Dorian's head nod in agreement. This, in the least, he understood. Notes after all had surely changed little in his time. Any minstrel judged by his ability to follow them and yet truly the notion of a female in such a profession was an entirely curious ideal to the man as it was. It was deemed proper, after all, for a woman to have talent in at least one instrument and in turn to possess a splendid singing voice- but to make a career of it was almost unheard of. If he had learned anything from Samantha however, it was most assuredly her continued reminders that in this day and age women could do anything they pleased. A fanciful notion to his mind- yet Dorian is not fool enough to argue.

"I do not think I should notice if anyone missed a note. These pieces are unfamiliar to me as a whole and yet clearly you know them well. You do adore music, don't you?"

There is a distinct note of affection within these observations, Dorian's voice entirely soft as if such an announcement was somehow of an almost intimate nature and yet perhaps it was in some fashion. To share ones true loves with another was a decidedly personal thing. Dorian understanding this perhaps better than any other. After all, within those royal courts everyone was required to wear a mask of sorts- to be whom they were supposed to be as opposed to the truth of who they were. People spoke of acceptable topics and matters deemed of importance to discuss- even if they were often frivolous in nature. At least to Dorians mind. People did not speak of personal things, of favoured activities or treasured memories or often even of likes and dislikes. These things were private affairs and to so be allowed to even know of them, much less share in them was of importance in a way all its own. Dorian truly finding he loved to hear the vampire speak with such passion. The Fae all-too willing to engage with him in this as he so asked more after Chopin himself and indeed whether or not it was possible to hear the man himself- that simper upon Sebastian's features faltering slightly as the man so announced the death of his companion.

"Ah, but this is a pity. It is the trouble with mortals I fear. They die."

There is little save for fact within those words. After all, Dorian, as Sebastian surely had himself, had simply come to terms long ago with the fact that mortals died. Frequently in fact. It was distressing, always, to so lose a mortal friend and yet such death no longer held true sway over Dorian as it once might have. He had, after all, seen so much death within his time that it had long since become a simple fact of his everlasting existence. It is merely unfortunate that he should never hear such a man perform his art. The consideration that seemed to halt Sebastian's next words however see that slate-hued gaze return to his companion, inquisitiveness adorning his features at this sudden offer that Sebastian himself might play such a thing- a grin once more finding its place upon his features in evident pleasure at such a suggestion as this!

"I should like this very much. That Chopin himself was your tutor, I think, is a very great privilege."

It is only once he is nestled within that comfortable seat within the dark of the auditorium that Dorian's thoughts so readily seem to turn once more with the utter newness at which he is presented this evening, his silver gaze watching with a clear wonder as to the musicians and their instruments as they so adorn the stage- moving to take that offered pamphlet before turning it neatly over within his hands in some effort to understand in what order the music might play. That it would indeed be the second concerto that Sebastian had mentioned sees the vaguest of frowns cross his features. Why someone would write the second before the first he hardly knew, more so, why they would proceed to perform it in that order equally as baffling to him and yet of this oddity he mentions little. Attention drawn readily upward at Sebastian's words, following to where the mans whispered words so indicated. Those silvery eyes resting upon the violins.

"Yes I see them."

He utters softly. He had, once, surely seen such instruments- or at least something of a similar ilk within Italy his gaze moving to follow as Sebastian pointed about the stage from the wind instruments to these so-called brass instruments before his gaze rested at last upon the piano- his own simper wholly present upon his features as that music softly, slowly, began to start. It was all the same, very much louder then Dorian had anticipated, his eyes widening in shock at this sudden ascension of sound. He had, in all his life, never yet seen this sort of orchestra. His eyes moving readily from one musician to the next in some sense of utter wonderment at it. The man very near missing the music itself for several moments if only for his attempts to simply watch what is occurring before him. It is a veritable assault on the senses and yet in the most pleasurable of ways. Questions of all sorts rising to his lips and yet for tonight he makes no effort to voice them. He wanted Sebastian to so enjoy this entirely and without having to appease his own inquisitive thoughts for at least one evening. Dorian allowing his gaze to flicker every so often to the man beside him and too- when that piano at last began to play. Seeing Sebastian so enthralled a decidedly rare and yet wholly endearing thing. Dorian learning quickly to follow along with each played number. The Monarch entirely captivated- his words barely even a whisper.

"I have never heard anything like this- these instruments are far better than I remember. The Piano- this has improved the most."

He had never seen piano played quite like this, her fingers very near dancing atop the keys, Dorian leaned entirely forward within his seat before that piece so comes to an end and the crowd erupts into applause. It is only some moments later that the lights turn on, that fifteen minute intermission announced. Dorian entirely content to remain in his seat until there are but a few scattered people left. The Fae King leaning his shoulder into Sebastian's own in this momentary, chaste affection.

"I so intended for this to please you and I think I have merely enchanted myself."

He chuckles softly at his own words now, entirely willing to admit how much he had enjoyed this evening so far himself. Though there was indeed more to come of this night yet. Dorian so noting only now within the light the truly dark hue to his lovers gaze, a look of consideration so touching his features before he offered those final, soft words. Dorian, in this, having always been so entirely honest.

"Ah, but it seems I forgot this one thing in the least. I intended to ask you before we left if you were hungry. If you should like to so experience this second half with your senses so heightened you know you may take from me. If you are content until we return home though then we might surely do something about it then."

That warm simper dancing upon his lips still. Dorian content to afford his lover that simple offer in this moment. So offering him a minute to afford his body that life and warmth and too those senses so heightened if he should desire to engage within it and so enjoy such music with life within his veins.

Dorian Aragona