They were undeniably dead. They were an anomaly that simply did not belong, not in comparison to the rest of the world that so seemed to blossom around them. It was true that vampires were not the only species that might venture pass that thin veil of death. However, they were the only ones to come out of that terrible tragedy without a breath of life in those cold corpses. They were thought of as demons, abominations, and monstrosities. They were cast out of heaven to be eternally doomed to walk the earth. There was no salvation for them, not so much as a hope for a better tomorrow. How that simple lack of light could so utterly remind the so called archfiend of all that he so embodied, even if he often failed to dwell upon such dismal thoughts with each passing night. No - it'd been nearly a century since he had cared that he was a corpse, beyond, of course, that dreadful date that still hung over him like a looming cloud. For a moment, his thoughts drifted to a place he hardly wanted them to be - a place and time he often strove to simply forget and indeed, the man was quick to turn his attention back to that glowing light that so beset them, entirely content to simply make those idle observations of his lover's affinity and those touched by it.


His indigo gaze turned back towards his companion, watching with silence as Dorian so seemed to study his lover in an inquisitive fashion. They both knew well what this was, even if the pair both refused to entirely believe that which the fae King was surely capable of. He listened with the tilt of his own head as the ruler so finally uttered that which Sebastian refused to speak. His head shook ever so slightly in disagreement, equally as certain that this was, perhaps, exactly that. Life had fallen quite literally in Dorian's lap. Whereas Sebastian so manipulated love, Dorian himself held the very essence of existence in his hands. It was impressive, the more he thought about it and it was with that in mind that the vampire stepped forward only to press his lips gingerly against the monarch's forehead, his voice so softly uttering his own thoughts on the fae King's newfound and, decidedly unwieldy, affinity. Still, he was entirely certain that, in time, Dorian might be so capable more than just that life he afforded that crumpled flower.


The vampire remained entirely steady as his lover so leaned against his figure, his gaze drifted downwards towards the King as Dorian's hands so reached up to encircle his neck. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at this rather unexpected display of public affection and yet, Sebastian was hardly one to so comment on it, merely basking in those touches he was so afforded. He leaned forward ever so slightly, his hands wrapping around Dorian's waist to pull the King closer towards him, altogether enjoying that simple press of Dorian's lips against the cold pallor of his skin. Sebastian was hardly perturbed at the notion that Dorian might spend the entirety of his day so studying this newfound phenomenon, a day in which he was destined to spend dead to the world and not at the side of his companion. Instead, Sebastian found himself unable to deny those thoughts that considered with a growing sense of curiosity of those ideas that so seemed to eternally blossom within his lover. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised at their existence and yet, he wasn't entirely worried about such a obscured statement. After all, Sebastian had, in some fashion or another, thoroughly relished in each of those ideas he had been presented to date.


He nodded at Dorian's inquisitiveness, a small simper brushing against his features as he muttered softly in Dorian's ear. "I would enjoy hearing them." For a moment, that warm smile he was presented with held the entirety of his attention until that luminosity that bathed the world around them so began to dim. He glanced upwards just enough to watch that light fade away into oblivion, providing them with the same view they had once been so enamored with. It was that brush of Dorian's head against his shoulder that brought his attention back to the King within his arms. He watched as Dorian's hands fell from his neck only to entangle within his own fingertips. The vampire's gaze shifted towards Dorian's features as the Italian fae began to speak, that voice so eternally holding him captive as it so often did. His lips pressed in a slight frown as Sebastian so considered his own state of life and yet, whether or not he would obtain even just a minute hue altogether escaped him. "I do not know..." He admitted after a moment with the slightest of shrugs, pausing but momentarily before the vampire added, "Though, I do not think I mind this experiment." As if he ever would! After all, Dorian's blood was perhaps as undeniable to him as those mortal sweets they had so indulged in the past few hours.


Sebastian's gaze followed their fingers as Dorian suddenly moved their hands, his fingers brushed gingerly against the King's neck, all too aware of that pulsing vein just beneath his skin. It brought to life those desires within him that he had, up until that point, entirely suppressed. This talk of blood, this simple touch, it so called to that vampiric part of him and yet, as he so often did, Sebastian found himself refraining from taking that which he so desired. He allowed Dorian's hand to so pull him away from that vein though he hardly anticipated the King's hand to drift downward as it did towards his own thigh. His tongue so habitually found that sharpened canine and yet, those desires that Dorian so aroused were hardly restricted to that need for blood. After all, the struggle to even so much as leave his home had been an entirely eventful affair and that lust still rested within him, just beneath the surface to so easily be coaxed back to life. "Je t'emmènerai avant que la nuit ne soit finie, mon amour." (I will take from you there before the night is over, my love.) Sebastian uttered softly, those French words a simple promise of sorts for what their evening would undoubtedly have in store for it.


Thankfully, it seemed as if the King himself was content to contemplate this very same thing - the bed and too the comfort of his own home that so awaited them. That prospect of the candy that so sat on his coffee table only brought that mischievous simper back to the corner of his lips. His head bobbed ever so slightly, admitted with a slight raise of his eyebrows in an entirely suggestive fashion. "I have to admit that suddenly Halloween seems...entirely boring." A soft chuckle left his lips before he released Dorian from his hold, stepping away only to gesture at the party before them. "Let us finish here, mon bichette. I miss the sight of you without clothes." He held out his hand to his lover, so letting Dorian's fingers entangle with his own as he stepped back into the throng that threatened to engulf him and yet, his own thoughts dwelled entirely upon those words that had so left his lips. How long had it been since he'd last been intimate with his lover? Certainly before the whole Samantha event, of that he was assured. Still, it had been far too long for his tastes and Sebastian found himself entirely yearning for the man at his side.

Sebastian Ellington