There was little stopping the Englishman from so observing his lover in the fashion that he was so often prone to do. Within the fae's presence, his gaze, no matter the spectrum of color that so afflicted his irises, so often were wholly captivated by his dearly beloved King. It was true, that such an enthrallment had an ever roving origin - sometimes it was mere hunger that so afflicted him, other times it was that blazing lust settled within him, and occasionally still the vampire found himself simply watching Dorian with a measure of disbelief that the enamoring Italian monarch was entirely his to have. How many women so like that college student had so eyed him from across the ballroom with fantasies of nights such as this upon her mind?! And yet, it was he the fae had chosen to so stand by his side. Regardless of those wayward thoughts of affection, the vampire's indigo gaze remained steadfast upon his lover's retreating form, so enjoying that show he was so pointedly offered. Those husky words so left his lips but moments later, the man entirely unobservant of that accent that his lover seemed to so readily pick up on.

The observation, however, was hardly ill received, quite on the contrary, a warm grin settled upon the vampire's features. "I should hope so, heaven forbid I become American." He uttered and though he seemed entirely amused by the notion, there was no denying that the Englishman was quite fond of his, at times, heavy British accent. However, rather than simply lingering upon his preference for those notable tones, the vampire found himself admitting a truth that, perhaps, his lover was not entirely aware of. "I try, sometimes, to not sound as English as I could, our slang is very...baffling to those outside of the island." And oh how his country's language had so evolved since his own birth and yet, it entirely amused the Lord, the man had entirely embraced that new dialect with a vigor, even if his travels had taken him all too far from his country of origin. However, he spared his companion from any further mention of that colloquialism unique to his home, instead falling in step beside the King as he lead the man down his own chaotic streets.

He was all too willing to hesitate for every wayward curiosity that so gripped his lover's heart, all too aware of the man's more inquisitive nature. In those moments, Sebastian was entirely content to simply remain beside his companion, observing in silence those spectacles that so enthralled his companion. It was that eternal astuteness to Dorian that so saw the vampire entirely aware of that shift in the man's pulse, that beat of his heart so rushing from something of tranquility to a noise more akin to that of a sort of fear. Such a noteworthy change within the King was enough to so provoke those more vigilant, possessive emotions to the service, the vampire instead stepping closer towards his lover so that his shoulder was so brushing against the man's own. It was entirely a result of that so fiercely trained gentlemanly mannerisms that so saw the once Earl to offer his lover his arm in the fashion that those of his status so often did with women, even if he hardly anticipated Dorian to take it in any manner. It was a show more of a predatory claiming then anything else, even if he hadn't the faintest idea, at least at first, of what so provoked such a reaction within his lover.

Sebastian's eyebrows knitted together ever so slightly at his lover's hushed admittance of exactly what so perturbed him this evening, his indigo gaze immediately glancing back at the witch they had just passed. It was, perhaps, a fortunate thing then that their destination was hardly far from them, the vampire entirely content to steer his lover away from a group not far from them so decked in those outfits of witch and wizard and, rather, towards the ominous stone castle that was the home to tonight's festivities. He was entirely pleased to see that hesitation within his lover was forgotten entirely in the awe of that building that so loomed over them, decorated entirely for this weekend. His own attention momentarily tarried, so affording even himself a moment to take in that awe-inspiring sight that had been pieced together for the residents of the town. It was no wonder why the carnival so hosted the title of the 'Best Festival' within the city limits. He turned towards the King at his side, uttering his own welcome ever so softly within the King's ear and yet, Sebastian hardly expected the way his lover so daught his own crimson and golden tunic. Regardless, the vampire was all too ready to oblige his companion, stepping into him ever so slightly to allow Dorian to so press his lips beneath his ear. Those three soft words were enough to so bring a small glimpse of satisfaction to his features, relishing, perhaps, in the King's like for tonight's unusual change.

His own fingers intertwined within those of Dorian's, the Englishman entirely content with that simple touch he was provided. He followed his lover through the crowd, remaining at his side while his own gaze so fluttered to and fro in an effort to observe all the festivity had to offer him. The pair hardly got far, however, before a rather still statue beside his lover so abruptly moved, startling the King enough to send him colliding into the solidness of the vampire's own form. His eyes widened at the yelp that had left his lover's lips in those precarious moments, and yet, whatever concern or shock he had died but moments after the suit of armour so began to laugh. A soft, exasperated exhale left Sebastian's lips as that photo was placed within Dorian's hands. The vampire leaned over the King's shoulder, glancing over the polaroid within the man's hand. His nose scrunched ever so slightly at the photo within Dorian's hand. "Dear God, please promise me you'll also keep a decent picture of us besides that one." He uttered and yet in truth, he was hardly against the picture really. It was a memento, of sorts. After all, Sebastian himself frivolous side of his own behavior but never before had there been solid, actual proof of his perhaps entirely expressive features.

The vampire turned, coaxing his companion away from the metal suit before the man inside saw fit to take another photo of them. Thankfully, it was hardly difficult to so drag his lover further into carnival. "I have been to Halloween before, but you, Mon Biche, have not! So! What do you want to do first?" He inquired, perhaps a bit too pleased with all of this utter newness he had to share with his companion. "There's the corn maze and the acrobats will have a show later tonight....I heard there might be a masquerade though I doubt it'll be as good as what we're used to. Oh, a house of mirrors. Did you see the headless horseman?" His indigo gaze so quickly roamed the extent of the large room he found himself within, entirely more willing to give into that aura of pure and simple fun that such events so provoked. It was rare, those glimpses of boyishness that so hinted of how utterly full of life he'd once been centuries ago and yet, there were times such as this when it so came tumbling through that somewhat posh exterior.

Sebastian Ellington