It was a truly complex array of emotions with which the Fae King so found himself beset in those moments. The idea that Sebastian had become so distraught over the non-existent possibility of his being ill was terribly endearing, slightly amusing and yet perhaps too somewhat worrying all at once. It is perhaps with the simple ease and constant calm of his own nature that Dorian simply seeks to reassure his lover that his fear in this was surely unfounded. Had he been in any way so capable of contracting those illnesses that had felled so many in his time then surely he too would have perished from the plague that had run rampant throughout his own kingdom in his youth and so stolen a handful of his family and a multitude of his staff. There was surely no better test of that vitality of his species then to have sat so surrounded by Plague and yet so untouched. There was however, a very real understanding of Sebastian's concern in this, after all, though surely Dorian knew he himself could hardly be struck down by any such sickness he too had seen its effects. He had watched others die. He had witnessed a mere cut upon a finger turning foul with those unseen poisons before taking the man's life entirely some months after. Illness was a fearsome thing, even if they themselves could hardly find themselves afflicted. This much the Monarch so understood in the least and yet it is simply within the man's nature to remain, at least outwardly, wholly placid on the issue if only not to so further distress his lover in any fashion. Sebastian's assurance that he believed him seeing that warm simper return once more, one replaced by a faint inquisitiveness at this notion Sebastian had met but three Fae in all his life!

"Ah, perhaps then I shall have to share with you the secrets of the Fae one day."

A soft chortle finds its way into his throat, Dorian so attempting to further ease his companion's thoughts with some return to their usual demeanour and yet that Sebastian too had failed to see that luminescent glow was of some measure of concern even to himself. His own thoughts cast readily back to Raven not but a week or so past. The wolf too had failed to see any of those lights that seemed to dance within the forest until each and every tree and blade of grass had seemed aglow. Raven herself, even Nikolai- his beloved horse- had been beset in that same unearthly glow and yet how quickly Dorian had so cast aside Raven's assurances. It had surely been no more than the sun and her games of trickery beneath the filtered light of the trees. Raven had not been right, of that he had been so sure and yet now his own uncertainty had so begun to afflict him. He finds those words upon his lips near unbidden, so admitting to having seen such a glow before, his mind both relishing in this sudden puzzle and yet too so beset with a fear of sorts at the very possibility that the wolf had not been wrong in her assumptions. Yet surely it was too soon to so consider that. It was merely some talent for....gardening, of that he was sure, though why then such light should encompass all around him he hardly knew.

It is that concern that so seems to linger upon his lover however that prompts the Monarch to attempt to offer some further explanation in this. Dorian taking Sebastian's hand in his own once more to lead the man away from the bustle of those crowded walk ways into towards that far quieter courtyard with his manicured lawns and decorative trees adorned in lights. Had his thoughts not been so occupied in their ardent search for a single flower he may well have marvelled at that decoration. He remains wholly ignorant in that moment of Sebastian's rapidly growing concern once more, his own actions hardly seeming to fill the vampire with ay true confidence in his promise of wellness before he finds just that which he seeks, placing that crushed little flower within his consorts outstretched hands. He has never before so attempted to summon that power, no small amount of concentration so afflicting him as he struggled to rally it to his command- one finger delicately tracing along that stem before his hand moved away. It takes several moments before that flower finally seems to respond to his touch. That white blossom blooming into untouched perfection with Sebastian's hands as Dorian allows that grin of satisfaction to take hold of his features, his gaze lifted upward to assure himself Sebastian had surely seen it this time, Dorian somehow managing to pull his affinity into visibility for the vampire alone.

"Hmm?"

His lovers sudden voicing of the notion that it was, perhaps, not anything so connected with botany sees a momentary surprise touch Dorian's own gaze now, his features frowning softly in this new contemplation as he regards the flower twirled so delicately within Sebastian's hands. That it had been the man that glowed, as opposed to that corn was, perhaps, a piece to this puzzle that so did not fit quite as it should. Dorian moves easily then to come to his consorts side once more as Sebastian steps back towards the crowd, beckoning Dorian to follow before gesturing to the people before them. The vampires request sees his brows knot slightly once more, his mind stirring so suddenly with memories of that rabbit. Dorian so assured until this moment that he had not been the cause of that creatures distress even despite Raven's words- yet the very prospect of such disturbed him now. On this however, the Fae so remained silent, some part of the man assured he could hardly do any....damage to those beings before him, surely, one hand running through his locks in contemplation.

"I have never tried without touch, I don't really know what I did to make it glow or why I see it only sometimes. I suppose I might try though, it can surely do no harm."

The silver of his gaze so turns from his consort then, focusing instead on the crowd at large and the plethora of beings striding past them in all directions Dorian searching once more for that sensation of sorts that seemed to stir within him. The man attempting to press it....outward in a fashion, several long seconds passing once more with entirely nothing occurring. Before the very world itself seems to flare. The sudden outburst of light that seems to erupt from every being sees the Fae hurriedly cover his eyes if only from the sheer brightness of it, a gasp pulled from his lips. Dorian taking several moments before he dared to look again, his gaze struggling to adjust before the true and utter magnitude of this so seemed to settle upon him. How bright those lights!

"Ah, Bastien! Do you see this? No? I do not know how I might make it so you might see it as I did before I....oh perhaps.....ah, there, magnifique! Is it not glorious, Mon Cher?"

It was perhaps in that same manner that Sebastian was so capable of pulling those red threads into Dorian's view that the Fae so managed to stir those lights into view for his lover alone, Sebastian too surely momentarily blinded against that glow before being afforded sight of what Dorian now looked upon. Each and every person before them surrounded in that white gold light. Almost. There are but two individuals within that crowd so lacking any glow, Dorian spotting them near instantly, one hand lifted to point to a tall, blonde woman and then to a rather lanky older man seated to their left.

"Why are they not glowing? I do no thi- oh!"

Whatever words Dorian had so been content to offer are abruptly cut short as the silver of his gaze rests entirely upon Sebastian himself now, his features frowning in a clear measure of confusion before his hand so extends to touch Sebastian's arm as if somehow attempting to perceive that which he saw, or more correctly- did not see.

"Bastian- you do not glow. Like that man and that woman."

Dorian had, in that moment, so missed that single adjoining factor that linked his own lover to the older man and the tall blonde woman whom had already strode past them. They alone the only three vampires within Dorian's immediate sight. Every other being before him decidedly alive and as such, bathed within that light, so too were those trees behind him and that grass beneath them. How beautiful it was and yet how it bothered him so- that Sebastian so lacked that light. Confusion so clear upon his features. His words quiet now.

"You are right, I think, this is not botany though I do not understand why it is that you do not glow, nor why it is that flower so bloomed when I touched it. The light I think is meaningful...somehow. Though why are some brighter then others? I do not understand this."

Dorian Aragona