The Sun Also Rises

It is with no small measure of curiosity that Dorian so observes his companions actions. The Fae King watching the vampire's fingertips as he peruses those clothing choices, Dorian entirely content to allow the silver of his own gaze to drift from one item to the next. Sebastian's closet a veritable plethora of intrigue for the ancient man. Clothing, after all, was a decidedly meaningful thing in every sense. It spoke of status, wealth, style and even temperament- to an extent. After all, some colours could only be worn by some men, some cuts complimented only some figures- the ability to choose clothing a skill that was hardly lost upon the Fae. Sebastian's expansive wardrobe a delight of colour and cuts and styles- so many of them so new to Dorian and as such his mind found itself ensnared in that wealth of curiosity each and every time he was within it. It reminded him, on some level, of his own wardrobe back within his palace and yet it had occurred to the man of late that his own clothing was perhaps a little....dated. Perhaps, when the time was right to so visit his own palace once more he might so engage Sebastian in helping him acquire an entirely new wardrobe of modern dress. His own thoughts are distracted from these idle wanderings by that soft murmur upon his lovers lips, his attention drawn to those lower drawers Sebastian occupied himself with, the Monarch's attention held upon that small pile of neatly folded shirts the vampire claimed were from somewhere called 'Asia' that produced clothing in a slightly smaller size. The vampire assured such clothing might better compliment his own figure. Who or what Asia was remained to be seen, Dorian hardly choosing to question it now as he took those shirts from his companion. It took but a moment to choose a navy blue shirt from that pile, Dorian tucking that gemstone at his neck neatly within before returning to Sebastian's room in an effort to locate his jeans. The silver of his gaze so covertly content to return to the vampire as he did, if only to enjoy those last few glimpses of his lovers entirely gorgeous physique. Ah, but how fortunate he was to have such a being all to himself!

The night air he is met with is wholly refreshing, a simper of sorts finding its way to his lips in simple enjoyment of this factor, that chill within the wind failing to bother him. The true nature of the oncoming winter lost upon the man entirely. Naples, after all, failed to ever grow cold enough for snow- that powdery white substance never before witnessed by the Fae and as such the cold to come had failed to occur to him at all. Dorian so mistakenly believing that this was surely as cold as the winter would get. His attention returns in due course to the man at his side, Dorian so reciting that address he had memorized before declaring he was determined to find it for himself, or at least, attempt to do so, requesting Sebastian correct him should he make a wrong turn- the ancient Fae determined to learn to navigate the city streets. After all, there would surely come a day in which Sebastian was not there to accompany him at every moment and as such he strove to understand those streets enough to ensure his own ability to navigate without becoming so lost as to need his consort to rescue him. Those softly uttered lyrics from his companion drawing a quizzical look from the King, his own features frowning softly.

"Bugger? What is a bugger?"

It was an entirely new word, inquisitiveness touching his features now as he regarded the man beside him, his fingers so easily entwining with his lovers own, that soft simper playing upon his features at even this touch of affection. It was foolish perhaps, that despite all those weeks and months they had been so committed that such a small gesture seemed to thrill him all the same. No amount of time within Sebastian's presence seeming to lessen his want for the man in any fashion. Dorian assured he surely held some form of obsession with his consort and yet he hardly desired to correct it. His own head nodded softly in agreement that they would find it all the same, Dorian beginning to stride down that street with Sebastian beside him, his hand firmly nestled in his lovers own, the Fae hardly hurried in his pace. It was a cool evening and yet hardly unpleasant, the man entirely content to enjoy it, Dorian leading for several streets before he is given to pause for the first time. His head tilts slightly contemplating the direction to take.

"I think perhaps it is....right?"

One eye lifts just so, waiting for Sebastian's nod of assurance before turning down that street, leaving behind that residential area and heading now into that decidedly upmarket shopping area that characterized the North side of the city and set it apart from the more mainstream shops and restaurants and bars of the East. It is now, amongst those bright lights and busier streets that Dorian finds this task of direction all the more difficult, the man making several wrong moves, berating himself each time Sebastian so gently corrected him before he at last managed to guide them to the right street- his features aglow with pleasure at this small and yet pleasing accomplishment. Finding the restaurant he so decided to visit was a far simpler task now, Dorian merely required to lead them up the sidewalk until he his gaze fell upon just the place he sought. This restaurant so clearly the most popular within the street as any new place surely was. Reservations were not a concept readily understood by the Fae King and yet, once more, Charles had proven to be of particular help in this endeavour. Sebastian's manservant so having taken care of such things, the pair admitted readily and shown to their seats.

The interior was decidedly spacious, red and black and mahogany wood by far the favoured themes within, Dorian so reminded of that hotel room he had spent the night within that evening he had met Sebastian that first time and yet this was vastly more modern, merely appropriating that same colour scheme and soft lighting. The tables were well separated so as no conversation might intrude upon that of any other, the noise of the city entirely blocked out, the space holding an evident warmth and...calm to it that even Dorian himself found appealing. Though the lighting was, perhaps, a little dim for his own preference. Still, he supposed, when over half the patrons within that restaurant were vampires it was to that clientele the restaurant was so clearly aiming to appeal. Dorian's lips so pulling into that soft simper once more as that menu was handed to him, an entirely different menu handed to Sebastian.

"I thought you might find this intriguing, if nothing else. It is a very new restaurant but it is doing very well, I am told. It so caters almost entirely for your species and too their non-vampire companions."

He gestured then to the menu before Sebastian, allowing the vampire to become aware of each and every blood-based dish offered to him, his own menu comprised of decidedly bloodless food and as such far more to his own taste. Silver gaze lifting to his lovers own once more, that smile of affection still resting upon his lips.

"This seemed a pleasant thing we might share together."

Dorian Aragona