The Sun Also Rises

The assurance of his companion that gold did indeed look splendid upon him sees an almost knowing smile so dance upon the King's features within the back of the car. Dorian having been so assured of the qualities of gold for several centuries and yet to hear that Sebastian too might appreciate his love for such a colour was indeed nothing short of pleasing. That Sebastian however, had even had to ask after his favoured colour was perhaps something of an amusement to the man all the same. After all, had not the vampire seen his bedroom before? Had Dorian not mentioned his delight in such a colour? That the vampire might so seek to assure himself all the same however is hardly of any concern to the Monarch, Dorian finding something almost endearing in such a question all the same before he moves to follow his companion into the house and up those mahogany-hued stairs that, like the rest of Sebastian's home, displayed that distinct cleanliness and order that Dorian himself so often favoured in most things. The surprise upon his lovers features as they so turned towards the office as opposed to the bedroom is hardly missed, that impish grin lingering in place all the same before those accented words of his companion so seem to draw his attention, his fingers working softly to remove Sebastian's jacket as he did so. Those teasing lyrics pulling that soft sound of amusement from his own lips in that interim.

"Ah, but there is an improper way to do most things. You too grew up in the courts did you not? I should think you should know this."

There was perhaps not place within the entirety of the world that was so fixated on the proper and the improper then a royal court. The very society that so functioned around it given to focus attention so meticulously on the rights and wrongs of every action and reaction until a proper way of doing all things from courting to walking and even to eating had been dictated. So many of these rules often so unspoken and yet demanding to be acknowledged all the same least one be branded a social pariah and all hope of acceptable marriage and thus the very fate of one's family and living might be destroyed. Dorian himself had perhaps been afforded far more liberties then others, after all, one did not argue with the desires of the King regardless of what they might be and yet so many of his own battles had often been fought before the eyes of rival monarchs so content to discredit him. There was perhaps, something almost relaxing about the modern world in that it afforded one a far more freeing existence. Such thoughts for now however are easily cast aside as Sebastian's shirt and tie so join that pile of clothing, the vampire rather obediently moving to lay down as requested, Dorian allowing him several moments to at least find something of a comfortable position before proceeding to straddle him but a moment later. The Monarch seating himself rather comfortably atop his consort before so stirring into life a colour he deemed of an entirely correct blue to so represent that sea that surrounded that part of the world he strove to create. The Fae moving to apply it but a moment later to the very skin of his companion, eyeing his own brushstrokes with meticulous care. Sebastian's comment but a moment later seeing one silver eye lift abruptly upward in curiosity.

"Poseidon? The sea god? Bastien, do you know I cannot swim? This should be a strange name to call me by."

That ever-soft chuckle rises within his throat once more, his paintbrush momentarily set aside, his fingers instead reaching for that purple colour to so apply it in an effort to better create that oceanic look- Dorian so wholly oblivious to any less then pleasing memories that so stirred within his companion in that moment. Had the Fae held even the faintest notion of such things he would surely have spared his companion such endeavours as this, else found another medium with which to work in at the very least. The normally observant man momentarily distracted by his own thoughts, taking perhaps several moments longer then he so normally would to observe that all-too subtle of changes that had so overcome the man beneath him. It is curios perhaps, that it is hardly the man's lack of words that so causes Dorian to lift his gaze, but indeed that utter stillness that seemed to afflict his companion- one entirely unnatural for any being and yet one that often seemed to take hold of Sebastian in those moments in which the man was either entirely surprised else attempting to grasp at some measure of control. The silver of his gaze lifts briefly, if not almost distractedly, meeting Sebastian own for but a moment. Those dark irises seeming distinctly more....focused then Dorian had perhaps anticipated in this moment, the Fae so meeting his lovers gaze entirely now, the softest of frowns so touching his features.

He had seen such a look before, even if only within flashes or stolen moments. Yet, had not the man assured him but an hour ago that he was hardly hungry this evening? That he need not eat each night? Surely it was not such a position as this that so inspired the man's hunger? After all, Dorian is assured he has had the vampire in far more creative positions then this without so seeming to inspire that need to its fullest effect. Indeed he had coupled with his companion on several occasions in the most intimate of fashions without Sebastian so piercing his flesh until but the very end of such an activity. As to what so inspired a look almost predatory in its intensity the Fae can hardly say. Paint was perhaps the only new factor in any sense and yet surely paint was hardly the cause of such hunger? For several moments still Dorian is merely content to hold his companions gaze, such thoughts turning gently within his mind before the Fae King so calmly turns away once more, merely continuing to stir his paints and yet this time he takes deliberately longer to so find just that right colour- and too- afford Sebastian several moments without any touch to so gather himself. For all Dorian's own boldness and indeed for all his own willingness to so explore those facets of his lovers nature he is hardly fool enough not to respect that very thing his consort is. If he need afford the man more breathing room- then so be it. Dorian wholly unbothered by it. After all, he had long since accepted Sebastian for what he was, in every sense, such things hardly changed now. Dorian content to continue until it was so Sebastian requested he stop.

"The isles I fear are not quite the right shape but this is your fault for being far to toned."

That easy simper so graces his features once more, a chortle rising within his throat as he so moves to apply that green paint within the very shape of those isles on the map above. Yet, this time, so unknown to the Fae it is his own affinity that so intertwines itself with each stroke of that brush to delicately wash over his companion now. It is perhaps that single power that remains utterly unknown to the Fae. His affinity responding entirely to Sebastian now, failing once more to manipulate any feeling that did not already existed, instead he simply reaches for that which does. It is with an effortless ease that he so seeks that natural protectiveness within his lover- that very thing that so kept at bay the vampires hunger now by Sebastian's own determination. Dorian's own power so intertwining with it now- fortifying it, pressing upon it until it is that desire that is the most potent within the vampires body. He can hardly lessen that hunger nor take away that want and yet he can perhaps, take hold of the vampires hand in the metaphorical sense, bolstering his own protectiveness until there exists that simple assurance within Sebastian himself that he would not bring any true harm to Dorian in any sense. That such possessiveness so seems to go hand in hand with the Fae's unknown power is perhaps an unintended side effect, Dorian so unknowingly increasing those urges within his companion more than he ever has before. Dorian having yet failed to use quite so much of such a power as he did now.

He pauses again between that change of colours or touch of fingers, moving with that same meticulous care to afford his lover a few moments of rest each time before so continuing with his work, those blues and greens Sebastian so favoured artfully combined to so craft that replica of the map upon the man himself. Dorian so uttering the name of each place as he crafts it. That soft simper still resting upon the Monarchs lips all the same before he finally sits back to observe his work, eyeing it critically now before a nod of his head is given. He leans back, snatching that Sharpie (a newly discovered art supply) from that place beside his paints before at last rising from his position to seat himself beside Sebastian's shoulder now, gesturing for the man to so allow him to take his hand.

"If you can so remember any of what I am about to say I shall be quite impressed, Mon Cher. As it is I have used black to so mark each place of importance all the same- representing the full extent of my lands. I am King of Naples, Sicily, Sardinia, Corsica, Aragon, Valencia, Majorca, Malta, Andorra, The Balearic Islands and all their respective kingdoms. Duke of Athens and Neopatria, Count of Barcelona and Provence. Lord of Montpellier and the Mediterranean Sea. Now you know all of them as I know yours."

He chuckles softly once more, gently turning Sebastian's hand over as he does, that Sharpie so gracing the inside of Sebastian's wrist as the Fae King so finishes his last design neatly upon it with a wry smile. Entirely aware that such a thing would not wash off with ease.

"That is my signature, it goes on all my artworks. You did very well."

It is those final softly spoken words alone that offer any indication the Fae had so been aware of his lovers struggle in this and yet nothing save for affection exists within them all the same, Dorian leaning forward to so capture the mans lips with his own once more- careful not to get any paint upon his still pristine white shirt. Leaning back against that mahogany desk behind only once he is assured such a kiss has conveyed that adoration and love he so feels for the vampire. Those possessive urges too- continuing to tug at Sebastian all the same in Dorian's own desire for closeness now.

"You can look now- I think I did quite well. You look splendid in those colours."

Dorian Aragona