The Sun Also Rises

The very idea that Sebastian might so disappoint him in any fashion was almost laughable, especially in regards to those more intimate of activities they so often engaged in and yet neither seemed to ever tire off. In all his years of life and in all those beds he had warmed over the centuries he had never yet found a partner whom could so keep up with his own desires and indeed that myriad of ideas that often plagued his mind- not until Sebastian. Even despite the vampires relative youth in comparison to himself his companion had experienced far more of the world then he himself, that experience so proving over and over to have a plethora pleasurable results when engaged. It was, after all, sex that had so brought them together all those months ago along with the vampire's solemn promise to be exceptional between those sheets. Dorian's curiosity of those delightfully bold words so having sparked the beginnings of their very relationship, one that had moved well beyond what they might share in those intimate moments and yet still how such words as those uttered French lyrics might bring but a trace of amusement to the Monarchs lips in consideration of them. Sebastian yet to prove disappointing in any area, the softest of chuckles so vibrating within his throat before he finds himself pulled closer to his companion, Dorian's hardly displeased with such a gesture. His thoughts entirely content to consider just how best to implement his newest of ideas before inquiring as to what song the vampire might choose to play for him this evening since he had earned but single melody in exchange for his dessert.

The distinct depth of thought such a question so seemed to provoke was hardly lost upon the Fae and yet for now at least Dorian remains silent if only to better allow his lover to contemplate whatever thoughts so seemed to take his attention, Dorian frowning softly in his own contemplation before Sebastian announced his intention to play a piece by Alexander Scriabin. Whom such a person was is lost entirely upon the Fae King, his own removal from the world at large for so many years surely having robbed him, too, of the knowledge of this being and his music and yet in truth the Monarch was hardly perturbed about his lack of knowledge on such a thing, the man assured he should like almost anything his lover chose to play if only because it was at Sebastian's hands such notes might be crafted. It was silly really, just how inclined the Fae man was to take pleasure in any and all things his lover might create or speak of if only for the very simple notion that it was from him they came. How eclipsing love could be in its entirety and yet now that he had found such a thing in all its delicacy and wonderment and gloriousness and foolishness- he was hardly inclined to be without it again even despite that vulnerability it so afforded him all at once. Ah, but how much of the world he had missed!

"The name is not familiar to me but I am assured I shall like it all the same."

He commented softly, moving at last to follow Sebastian indoors and into that warm embrace of the house he had so come to consider his own home in a fashion, Dorian having become nearly entirely as comfortable within that mansion as he was upon the couch in Samantha's apartment or within his own bedroom and among his own possessions- few though they were. He follows readily behind the vampire now, paused outside one of the few rooms he had not explored within the man's home, Dorian having done no more than glance within, such a room holding a distinct sense of privacy in a fashion and one Dorian had simply chosen not to intrude upon until invited to do so. That sudden flicker of light illuminating that ballroom but a moment later, his own silver eyes widening slightly in surprise as he eyed that chandelier above before his gaze travelled the length of those polished floors to fall upon the piano at the far end. Timothy?

"Who is Timothy? I- Bastian, did you name your piano Timothy?"

One eye lifts readily upwards and yet that taint of amusement that lingered upon his features could hardly be denied all the same. How curious it was to so name an instrument, Dorian half inclined to wonder if his lover was prone to naming all inanimate objects and yet for now at least he makes no attempt to inquire as to such quirks of Sebastian's personality. How endearing such an oddity and yet how curious too that his consort might be prone to such behaviours as that. Dorian storing such thoughts within his mind to ask on later lest he somehow offend Timothy now with any such queries. The Fae King instead allowing his mind to be occupied with no small sense of wonder at that very instrument he was invited to sit at, the man shifting to place himself upon the bench beside Sebastian now. One finger lifts ever so delicately to but brush across an ivory key and the smooth, polished wood of the piano itself in a clear curiosity of sorts. After all, he had never so much as touched a piano, at least not a modern one, the simple feel of it of clear wonder to the ancient man before he withdrew his hands once more, gaze turned upon his lover at those uttered words of aptitude for music in the same manner as those red threads. Surprise hinting at his features once more, the faintest of frowns forming delicately at his brow in contemplation.

"I might feel different?"

Each word is laced with a distinct curiosity as to what exactly Sebastian so meant to convey with such a sentence, his own head tilted slightly, Dorian inclined to wonder perhaps, if this affinity his lover referred to might be similar in tone to those powers Samantha wielded so effectively. Those skills to manipulate his very emotions- the woman at last having admitted such talents to him. Those the only he had ever experienced that were so capable of making him feel different in any fashion and yet if Sebastian understood little of his own powers then there was perhaps little by way of explanation his lover might afford him, Dorian merely nodding but a moment later as if in assertion to an idea within his own mind.

"I suppose I shall understand it more when it is I see it. Whatever it is your affinity so does I am sure we can deal with it, if it is too much I shall tell you, go ahead."

Sebastian's warning, in the least, had so provided him with a preparedness of sorts for these 'feelings' he might yet be afflicted with, knowledge of that affinity, in some sense- perhaps providing him with at least some ability to counteract whatever might occur if only by knowing it was occurring and yet as to just what he anticipated he hardly knew. That soft simper found its way to his features once more, lips brushed momentarily against Sebastian's cheek in a decidedly chaste touch if only to reassure the man he was as prepared as he might ever be before gesturing for him to go on.

Dorian Aragona