The Sun Also Rises

Dorian had, until this very moment, failed almost entirely too so consider exactly the intricacies of that blood taking Sebastian so indulged in. Yet it is easy all the same to so assuage any concerns the vampire might have held in the wake of Dorian's own momentary ignorance in this. The Monarch entirely content to afford the man the simple perfection of the truth. He hardly offered Sebastian his blood through any sense of misplaced duty or indeed any belief Sebastian's attraction to him might well be merely based upon his blood alone. It is the simple truth of the matter that Dorian afforded him such offers simple because he cared so entirely for the mans well-being. It was displeasing to him, to consider his companion might be in any state of discomfort when such a thing was so easily removed. The Fae King after all, was entirely comfortable with his consorts species in every fashion. Indeed Sebastian was so simply Sebastian- the man's vampiric status was often hardly recalled within his mind. That chuckle he so manages to draw from the man however readily seemed to return the pair to their usual demeanour, Dorian so inquiring as to whether Sebastian truly believed him capable of being that bold as to so allow the vampire to feed from him here and now. The notion that such a thing was decidedly scandalous readily sees the Fae's eyes roll with amusement, a soft sound of amusement parting his lips once more before Sebastian's leans suddenly closer, those whispered words so instantly holding his attention. Ah! Such wicked things to say! Oh how that might play upon his mind with even that faint brush of teeth. Such a wretched creature Sebastian was sometimes to afford his imagination such fodder as that.

Those thoughts the man so afflicted him with managing to linger within his mind for much of those remaining numbers and glorious crescendos. Dorian almost relieved for the distraction of those delicately played notes and resounding applause before the man so suggests they make their way outside and back into the cool of the night. It is only Sebastian's voice that so distracts him from his own turning thoughts once more. Dorian allowing the silver of his gaze to shift towards that topiary piano- his own fingers extending to fiddle with it in a fashion, turning over those meticulous carved leaves before frowning slightly in consideration of the notion instruments might be superior to the animals that adorned Sebastian's own garden.

"I enjoy the animals, I hardly know what most of them are but such is the intrigue. Although I suppose you could merely allow them to grow out and change them into something new each alternate season."

It is however, hardly lawn ornaments Dorian so wishes to discuss in these all-too precarious of moments. His thoughts still turning within his mind with an almost relentless need to so admit to those words that linger very nearly upon the tip of his tongue. Words he is sure are entirely worthy of offering the man before him and indeed are surely well timed in light of those exchanged within the concert hall and yet he had never before offered any such admittances to another. His nerves seeming to plague him now although he hardly knew why. Did he truly fear such affection might not be returned? Did not that bind of fate so indicate this very thing? Had not Sebastian attempted but twice now already to so find those words upon his own lips? Ah, such a confusing emotion this was! His companions name upon his lips drawing the vampires gaze towards him as he considered those words with a distinct care, finding some boldness perhaps, the more he spoke- before the very truth of them seemed to tumble almost unbidden from his lips and into that night air. There is perhaps, that most precarious of moments that seems to exist in that immediate aftermath of such an admittance. Dorian so studying his companions features all-too intently in search of just how such a thing might be received. After all, such words were meaningful, casting upon him more vulnerability then he has ever really allowed himself before. That nervous thrum of his heart already giving him away he is sure and in this moment he is entirely content to curse at it for its wilful desertion. Dorian almost missing that smile that adorned his lovers lips, the vampire stepping so suddenly towards him, Dorian so highly aware of that hand upon his waist and too the brush of those fingers against his jawline- his skin near overly sensitive to that gentle caress in this moment.

Any further thoughts are ended but a mere second later as Sebastian's fingers so entangle within his hair, encouraging his head back if only to allow his lips to find Dorians own with an ardent fervour the Monarch is all-too eager to return. How he so relished in those stolen kisses, Dorian reluctant to allow the man to part from him even slightly, his own arms lifting to gently wrap about Sebastian's waist before the mans forehead rested gently against his own in a decidedly intimate fashion. Those words Sebastian offers are barely a whisper upon his own lips and yet Dorian is entirely assured he had never heard anything clearer, the man utterly unable to prevent that simple and yet no less glorious smile that spreads across his features- his grip upon his lover tightening just so. He held no words, not truly, for that feeling that seemed to encompass him so entirely in that moment, a rush of emotion so overwhelmingly powerful it seemed to drown out each and every other thought that existed outside the man in his arms. Dorian assured his very heart might burst with the weight of it. Ah, but how sweet it was to finally utter those words and have them returned.

The Fae King hardly bothers with words now, head shifting slightly to recapture Sebastians lips with his own- this kiss an entirely passionate gesture so entirely unsuitable for the a public promenade and yet truly Dorian had ceased to pay attention to anything that existed outside this moment. Every bit of love he had so admitted too placed into that single gesture before he at last moves to pull away. Only becoming aware, just now, of several passing people- Dorian looking momentarily sheepish before his lips but brushed fleetingly against his lovers once more.

"Those words, I think, are the most splendid I have ever heard."

It is little more than a quiet murmur, his tones slightly husky and yet truly the man is afflicted in that moment with every bit of love and want and desire and need underpinned by a sense of euphoria he has never before felt. That grin still adorning his features as he so takes Sebastian's hand in his own once more, threading his fingers with his lovers.

"Come, let us find our way back to the car. I have not finished with you for the evening yet and I think quite enough people have so been given to bear witness to the love tonight."

There is little save for amusement within his voice, each tone accented with affection all the same, a soft chortle upon his lips before he moves to draw Sebastian to his side to make their way back to the waiting car and away from any further prying eyes. There is, after all, something wholly pleasing about that darkened, intimate space within the back of the car- Dorian sliding in behind Sebastian before closing that door to the outside world- his fingers still intertwined with his lovers own. It is only now that the Fae King so inquires as to whether Charles had managed to organise just what Dorian had asked for in their absence from the house, the manservant assuring him that he had. An impish grin dancing upon his features once more before his gaze returned to his lover- lips pressing with undeniable affection to the cheek of the man he loved a final time. Inquisitiveness suddenly touching his features.

"Before we get home Bastien, what is your favourite colour? I find I need to know though I shall not tell you why just yet."

Dorian Aragona