The Sun Also Rises

"Ah, Mannaggia, yes, I see. Thank you."

It is this explanation that so seems to register within the ancient Fae, that distinct use of his own language by way of comparison affording the man an example from which to draw upon and so seem to allow him to better equate such a British phase to one he knew. The use of those Italian lyrics by his consort hardly missed in turn, those accented words distinctly pleasing when so uttered from the vampire, his own lips pulled into a pleasing smile once more to so hear his own treasured language shared between them. He would, one day, surely have to inquire as to how many languages his lover spoke if only for the simple curiosity of it, his own skill with linguistics surely expansive and yet a part of the Monarch was assured his companion must know far more then himself. Sebastian having seen so much of the world he had not and yet, Dorian held every intent to steadily make his way around it in turn- if only to eventually bring himself to some standard of modernity he was assured he still lacked. His struggle to so navigate those street names and numbers a most excellent example of his own inability in this regard and yet with his consort to softly correct him each time he faltered finding that restaurant did not prove to be near so difficult as it might have been otherwise. How fortunate it was that Sebastian seemed to possess this skill for direction he himself had not yet formed.

There was something distinctly pleasant in removing themselves from the sounds of the street, the calm, quiet embrace of the restaurant affording a far more intimate and comfortable setting that even Dorian himself could not deny even if the space was perhaps a little dim for his own liking and too a little warm- though such things hardly served to bother him. The man assured they were purely for the comfort of those vampiric patrons that seemed to gather here in numbers unlike Dorian had ever quite seen before. The manner in which Sebastian so suddenly seems to linger far closer to his own side is hardly missed, his silver gaze inclined softly upward, so observing the fashion in which Sebastian and too- those vampires they passed seemed to eye each other in a manner almost distrustful, each of them seeming to shift suddenly closer to their respective partners in those all-too precarious of moments. The Fae King given to consider for the first time that the reason the tables within were spaced so far apart was perhaps to afford some level or privacy and yet too- an effort to prevent the vampires within from feeling crowded by their brethren and so lessen those almost territorial, protective instincts that seemed so potent in the vampire breed- more so then any other species. How very curious! A simper of amusement so traces his lips at this observation and yet he makes no effort to voice such a thing, allowing his shoulder to brush against his companions own in some unspoken reassurance before taking his own seat at that table.

It is that quizzical look upon his lovers features that prompts the man to gesture towards Sebastian's menu and afford him an explanation, perhaps, as to just why he had brought them here this evening. Dorian allowing his lover several moments to observe those listed, bloodied delicacies before offering any further explanation. The Fae hoping, truly, Sebastian might find something that so intrigued him upon that list, his own gaze resting upon his companion in careful observation of those reactions before the beaming grin with which he is rewarded so readily teases his own simper into place once more. There was a truly specific pleasure to be taken in so pleasing Sebastian in turn. Dorian never before having held such a desire to delight another in any fashion outside the bedroom and yet Sebastian had so taken that time to show to him that Halloween with its candies and its costumes, the Fae so assured that such relationships required that he in turn might plan such things for his lover to enjoy equally so. How simple it was and yet how he enjoyed making the vampire smile!

"You are welcome, Mon Cher. I do not think it is human blood and as such it is not quite the same but I thought perhaps too- you might so be able to have as much as you want and I might, in turn, find something I have not tried before."

Such was hardly a difficult task for himself, the Fae King's attention turned to his own menu now, Dorian holding little knowledge of what any of the dishes presented to him where, the softest of chuckles rising within his throat at those sounds of intrigue from his companion over his own menu before the vampire asked after his own choice.

"I think perhaps I might try this duck in spiced red wine and orange sauce. I have never heard of one using wine as sauce but I do not think I am opposed and I have not had duck in several centuries. What did you choose?"

His own menu is returned to the table, Dorian peering now with curiosity towards the one within Sebastian's hands, the man eyeing that plethora of dishes that seemed to blend blood into soups or rich sauces over rare meat, Dorian frowning slightly at those questions that so stirred within his mind.

"Bastian, forgive me but I am curious of this. I suspect that the blood of animals does not taste as pleasing to you as the blood of humans and as such it is not actively sought by your kind and yet is it so a vampire might sustain themselves upon animal blood alone, or is this simply, not possible?"

It was, Dorian suspected, an impossibility. After all a vampire had once been human and as such surely required human blood to afford it function, animal blood perhaps a mere tease of sorts that so met that craving for blood without affording any true...nutrition, so to speak. That eternal curiosity of the man so seeming to spark such questions before the waiter appeared to take their orders, a glass of wine so placed before each of them in turn, the far deeper, richer red to Sebastian's own glass assuring the Monarch that this too was infused with that liquid the man craved. His own glass is taken readily into his hand, Dorian having developed quite the taste for the modern wines even if he was distinctly careful to never have more than a glass or so- his tolerance for such potent drinks not near so willing as his taste for it- the man savouring that taste all the same. His own gaze wanders briefly from his companion, lingering upon several other couples in turn, his own newfound affinity stirring softly to life and affording him a view of that glow of life that seemed to surround at least half the restaurants patrons, several vampires afforded a fainter, duller glow that life existing around them and yet failing to cling to him as others. A look of surprise so suddenly touching his features. Genuine curiosity so lacing those words that follow as that silver gaze rests upon his own lover once more.

"Do you know Bastian, of all within the restaurant this evening there are but two couples here whom are both vampires? Does your kind find itself disagreeable?"

Dorian Aragona