It had been, perhaps, some misguided sense of belief that neither corn nor mazes were particularly terrifying things that saw the Fae King so attempt to choose what he had determined to be the least heart-stopping adventure in its level of terror this evening. The man so readily having come to understand that the entirety of this holiday seemed to fixate about scaring others in some fashion or another. How such a place so managed to achieve such a decided level of gloom and half-light the man hardly knew, logic, even to his own ancient mind, seeming to have been defied somehow in the creation of this bizarre maze. How far this was from the mazes of his own time! This one lacking those neatly trimmed hedges or flowering vines or the delicate chuckles of couples so attempting to steal their way to the centre for even a glimpse of the privacy it could afford. This, Dorian is assured, is not at all the sort of place one might decide to spend any length of time. His words now seeking to assure himself that they simply need find the way back out, a goal the Fae found himself entirely willing to support.

Sebastian assuring him but a moment later that this was, indeed, the very purpose and yet each turn seemed only to press them deeper into those endless dark paths. It was likely, he supposed, that they must find the centre before they could find the way out so normally situated upon the other side. It is with this new sense of logic that Dorian so steps forward to walk but a little ahead of his companion, that glowing nose atop his own costume a veritable beacon of sorts as he does. Dorian continuing for several feet before pausing once more- the path narrowing slightly ahead, dipping off into that irrevocable darkness- his own eyes capable of seeing little more than several feet ahead at any one time. His attention turned back to his lover now to inquire as to how far the vampire could see. After all, was it not logical that a predator designed to hunt in the night would surely possess an above average ability to see? Too- that ever inquisitive mind, even now, finds itself entirely curious of just how well a vampire truly could see, Dorian nodding a moment later in response- his own thoughts on this seeming to have aligned with the vampires conformation.

It is with this knowledge, and surely nothing to do with fear, that sees the Fae King so declare it is surely better for his consort to go first, Dorian entirely content to step behind Sebastian now before so gesturing ahead. After all, was it not far more sensible to allow the individual with superior vison to lead? The dubiousness to the other man's words is hardly missed, a soft snort so parting his own lips by way of response. Sebastian's tone alone so seeming to imply he hardly believed this was the cause of Dorian so declaring him leader for this event and yet the vampire hardly afforded any true protest to the idea.

"Yes, I do insist."

He offers but a moment later, falling into step behind his companion now. Dorian content to act almost as a shadow of sorts, assured Sebastian might offer some sort of warning were anything to approach from the front. He remained so entirely oblivious in that moment to the very knowledge that Sebastian's instinct alone had already provided his lover with an awareness of sorts of at least one assailant lingering nearby. That the vampire barely flinched at that sudden, screaming assault was lost on Dorian entirely, his own form so jolted in fright at that knife-wielding fiend that his thoughts had become decidedly singular- the Fae so leaping into Sebastian in some evident belief his lover might save him from this terror. His arms wrap entirely of their own accord about the other man's waist, his heart hammering within his chest as those Italian words tumble from his lips subconsciously. Those silver eyes wide and staring at the being that blunders back into that corn a moment later. The sound of Sebastian's laughter only now becoming truly apparent as Dorian so finds it within himself to scowl- and yet, he remains clinging to his companion all the same. His own voice slightly breathless.

"Costumes? Well- they are very convincing costumes. Oh yes, laugh at my expense. I shall have you know, Mon Cher, I was merely displaying an evasive action that so happens to involve my attempting to hold onto to you."

He cannot help that smallest of quirks of his own lip, amusement so finding itself tugging at him beneath that fear at the sheer ridiculousness of this entire evening, some part of him almost.....enjoying such an adventure as this, even if fear still seemed to prompt his actions. A fear he was hardly content to admit to, the man assured all the same that his companion was surely aware of it. The very idea that Sebastian so desired to continue forward however is hardly a welcome one and yet- to go back surely meant passing that terrible knife fellow again. Dorian so choosing to believe that such a being was perhaps the most terrifying thing within this maze and that forward surely led them out.

"Are you sure? Very well, I suppose."

That arm that finds its way around him, drawing him closer, so seems to settle that thundering of his heart- if only slightly, Dorian entirely alert now, each muscle within his form decidedly tense in some readiness for any further surprises that might seek to afflict him. The King content to loosen his hold around his lover if only to facilitate their progression down that dark path. His silver-hued eyes, now, determined to eye both sides of the path with wariness before Sebastian brings them to a halt. Two-paths presented to them now. The vampire so imploring Dorian choose. For a moment at least the ancient Fae steps ever so slightly away from his companion, peering down both paths in turn. One seemed to echo the faintest of sounds from somewhere further within, the other was entirely too quiet. Dorian so inclining himself towards the left before that webbing becomes apparent. The very notion of spiders seeming to half him now. Insects, in any form, feared perhaps even more then witches as one hand lifts to gesture towards the right path.

"This way, I think, I am not partial to insects of any sort."

He frowns slightly once more at the thought, waiting for Sebastian to take the lead again before falling into step beside him now, that unusual sound becoming steadily louder, curiosity so adorning his features for but a moment as Dorians own steps begin to slow slightly. Nervousness readily beginning to taint his form as his heart beat steadily begins to climb the closer and closer they become to what appears to be the very centre of that maze.

"Bastian, what is that sound?"

He has never before seen a chainsaw, much less heard one, Dorian stumbling a moment later as his gaze glances downwards to a rather stylized and dismembered corpse at his feet, the entire path, now, seeming to be littered with strewn and bloodied limbs.

"This does not bode well."

He words are little more than a murmur, Dorian halted once more as they round that corner and reach the edge of the mazes centre and that clear, open space within the middle. The Fae halted now, unwilling to step any further into that silent, dark and misty space- Dorian entirely assured he could hear his own heart beating within his ears! No part of the King inclined to step any further forward now. That such hesitation so often afflicted the maze guests, however, had been entirely dealt with. A sudden rustling behind them seeing Dorian turn as one of those dismembered bodies seemed to right itself, jerking forward as a yelp of surprise so echoed from within his lips, Dorian shuffling backwards and into the centre of the maze, one hand grasping Sebastian's wrist- pulling the vampire with him before a sound buzzing sound so erupted within that space. The Fae King had never before heard a chainsaw, much less seen one, the man spinning to eye that masked being that so walked towards them with that buzzing weapon lifted above his head. The creature in possession of a roaring.....toothed sword. Dorian's entire face pales at the sight of it as the being suddenly runs towards them now. A string of Italian expletives so fall from the Kings lips, Dorian's limbs seeming to work well before any other part of himself, the man scrambling backward and away from Sebastian before seeming to realise his error. The chainsaw monster readily focusing on the clearly most terrified of the pair, chasing after Dorian as the King so does what he has failed to do in centuries. Dorian sprinting around that monster (in quite the show of athleticism) before very near launching himself back at his lover, diving into the perceived safety of Sebastian's arms. Burying his head into the side of the man's neck as his arms wrap about him. The chainsaw monster deviating to lunge at a newer victim whom had just entered- having so achieved the terror he was paid to achieve. Dorian clinging rather fiercely to his lover once more.

"I am not scared."

Dorian Aragona