The Sun Also Rises

It was a disagreeable thought perhaps and for that reason alone one the Fae rarely ever chose to indulge in. The very notion of all he had been denied hardly a foreign one, after all, Dorian had missed nearly every world event and life altering invention for the past five centuries or so- much of the world having moved on completely without him, leaving him only now to so attempt to catch up. It was through no fault of his own that he had so been denied much of the world at large and yet entirely by his own doing that he had missed much of its culinary delights- if only through his utter lack of interest in eating and yet he had, eventually, so simply reached a point in his existence where little had mattered to him. Why bother to eat, dress or even rise from his bed when all he would do was live the same day he had lived for near six hundred years? Dorian having slowly lost interest in the world over those years. He had considered immortality a curse then, one perhaps as wretched as that which bound him to his home in the first place. It was perhaps, a time within his own existence he was ill inclined to remember if only for how wholly depressing it was, especially when he might look back upon it now with the promise of so much before him. Sebastian, he is assured, would hardly have found any favour in the man he had been in those darker times before life itself seemed to have returned to him and the King had so found purpose once more.

"I know."

His words are perhaps equally as soft in response and yet they are nothing but honest in his agreement with his lover here and now, Dorian once more given to consider how utterly fortunate he was to simply....exist in this time and space and with this very individual whom he had waited several lifetimes to find, a simper finding its way to his lips at even this mere thought before his ever curious mind so took delight in querying his lovers preferences for blood. Dorian finding himself assaulted with that plethora of questions and ideas that seemed to tease at him with their demand to be answered. Sebastian seemingly unconcerned in any fashion by so providing him just that which he asked after. The idea that vampires might feed from one another was a decidedly new ideal, the logistics of which were curious to the Monarch in every sense, the man having failed to consider that amongst the vampiric kind there might be those unspoken rules of etiquette so to speak, as Sebastian so dutifully explained in relation to the feeding from animals. His bright silver gaze lingers readily on his lover, surprise finding its way to his features at the man's assurance this sort of feeding upon each other surely did occur, even if it were something of a rarity and not to his own tastes. The vampire's attempts to compare it to a reheated meal so seeing Dorians own features scowl.

"Yes, Samantha has shown to me once this mircowaver that is for the reheating of food. I am sure food that has grown cold and been made hot again is unhealthy. It does not taste as it should. This I understand."

That Sebastian had, by that admittance, tried the blood of his own kind was a curious thing and yet Dorian hardly found any abhorrence in the thought. The mans preferences for such were his own choice to make and indeed Dorian hardly cared to judge them. Indeed there was a pleasure of sorts, in so discovering these intricacies of his lover, these things he alone might be allowed to know of if only to afford him a different sort of intimacy with that man he so adored. The arrival of food so interrupts any further questions the Fae held within his mind, Dorian briefly distracted by that entirely succulent duck and that rich sauce of spiced wine he had been promised. The flavours new, exciting and wholly pleasing to him. How glorious it was! The grin that finds its way to his features can hardly be denied, his gaze lifting to Sebastian once more, that sound of pleasure rising within the vampires throat only seeming to delight Dorian further in turn. After all it was of importance, somehow, that Sebastian so took pleasure in this evening, the vampire seeming entirely taken with his meal and as such Dorian remains content to relax further into his own. He had never before attempted, truly, to please another to the extent he so often did with his consort and yet there was no part of him that could deny the joy he took from seeing the other man smile.

"It does, it pairs well with the meat and the orange flavour. I had forgotten how much I liked duck."

His lips pull upward into a soft smile once more, Dorian returning to his meal for several moments before his mind contemplates the prospect of that upcoming trip they planned to take, the Fae King unable to deny his delight at this prospect of seeing England, let alone his own lovers home and estates. This notion of home however, had prompted his thoughts to that of his own and the time he had been away. What state he expected to find his kingdom in he hardly knew, much less the veritable headache his return would surely result in, Dorian having....off put any desire to return to his palace too soon and yet while they were so close to his own country there was surely little excuse to continue to avoid it. The King inclined to his duties even if he might prefer otherwise. After all, there was a world open to him now and the thought of returning to what had been his prison was something less then agreeable, made better perhaps, if only by the assurance Sebastian would be beside him and the pleasure to be taken from showing his lover his home. His own head nods softly to his companions words, London and Belton having been mentioned several times by his lover before and during those evenings the vampire had set about planning such things, Manchester a word of newness however, Dorian's features quizzical a moment before he merely allows it to pass.

"Then Manchester shall wait another year or so, we have an eternity to return to it when you see fit."

What 'Manchester' was remained to be seen, Dorian content to learn of England at whatever pace the vampire deemed acceptable before his lover so queried his own choices, his head nodding once more.

"The Palace of Caserta, Naples, is my home for the most part. It was where I was born and where I have been living all these past years and the place I shall return to though I have several other homes. The Palace of Portici and the Palace of Capodimonte are also in Naples, it is only The Palace of Turin, in Torino, that exists outside Naples. I shall take you to visit it one day, but perhaps not this time. I fear once we reach Caserta and my return becomes widely known it may make travel within Italy a decidedly difficult thing."

A frown of sorts finds its way to his own features at this consideration before the man quickly moves to dismiss it, choosing instead to focus upon that all-too present of holidays they would surely be given to celebrate while abroad. Christmas a decidedly pleasing notion and yet one the man remained determined to get right, the man oblivious in that moment to the internal distress of his lover over perhaps the entire month of December, that fleeting look of...concern perhaps hardly missed by the ever-observant fae and yet it is written off readily as merely Sebastian's reaction to Dorian's evidently incorrect assumption of just what day so required the giving off gifts. Surprise touching his own features now.

"The twenty-fifth? How curious. Though if this is so I shall be assured to present you with your gift on this day then. I shall not forget."

He pauses to finish the last of his meal, Dorain assured that were it not improper he would almost be inclined to lick the plate, attention returned to Sebastian as the man so suggested something of a plan, his head nodded readily, a simper of amusement finding his lips once more.

"Ah, but this is a splendid plan! Then we shall be in Italy for La festa di san Silvestro, this is, how you say....the New Year's. I shall have to find you red underwear. I am assured I know your size."

That decidedly teasing simper so traces his lips at those all-too suggestive words yet as to just why Sebastian might require red underwear was hardly elaborated on, Dorian leaning ever so slightly forward to allow his fork to dip into what remained of Sebastian's soup (he is curious of all things) bringing that small taste to his own lips- their dessert arriving but a moment later as he met that lighter, brighter gaze of his lover.

"Do you know, that is not a displeasing taste? I do not think I should eat a whole bowl of it, it is rich, but I'm not opposed to it. Come, let us have this dessert and we might return home unless you desire to do anything more this evening?"

There was little, it seemed, Dorian might be opposed to trying at all if given the chance. The man's attention turned now to his own chocolate lava cake, eyeing it with some measure of suspicion. Where was this chocolate 'lava' he had so been promised?

Dorian Aragona