you were the answer to my dreams

That sound of warm laughter left the vampire's lips as his lover so literally assaulted him with his own perfectly crafted ball of snow. He was all too aware that his voice was falling upon deaf ears, the Italian King all too willing to continue his antics despite Sebastian's efforts at a glimpse of mercy. It hardly bothered him, rather, that collision of snow only furthered the vampire's mischievous antics as he quickly gathered his own snow between his fingers, squishing and rolling it together as quickly as was possible to produce some sort of less than perfect but still wholly effective ball of snow. He ignored, in those precious moments, the remnants of that frozen liquid that had so gathered on his cotton shirt, seeping through to his pale, frigid skin. All that mattered to the vampire was the jovial war he had so purposefully started but moment's ago. If anything, the fae King certainly deserved a glimpse of life to make up for those solitary years he had spent within that palace in Naples. It was an experience Sebastian was not only willing to show but also to quite literally throw at his companion, if only for those brief peeks at that unrestrained happiness that so lit up Dorian's features and, in turn, warmed his own dead heart.

Still, that snowball was held all too delicately within his hands, entirely plain for the King to see as he inquired to Italy's inevitably concession. A grin still danced across his features as he watched Dorian's arms fold over his chest, clearly intending to inform the vampire exactly what he thought on his country so admitting defeat to the proud nation of England. Sebastian hardly hesitated in letting that snowball fly from his fingertips, that ball exploding into a flurry of flakes as it hit Dorian straight in his chest. The vampire was all too aware of that magical sound of laughter that so poured from his lover's lips, that singular sound entirely pleasing to the Englishman. That half-hearted throw was easy enough to side step, though the vampire was hardly perturbed as the only partially made snow ball smacked into his arm, his own grin plastered upon his features at those rare moments of glee. His head tilted inquisitively to the side as Dorian reached into his pocket, that simple flick of the King's hand so immediately coaxing the vampire to his side.

His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as Dorian's mention of their Halloween experience, Sebastian himself had entirely forgotten the way he'd shown his companion how to work the camera feature on his cell phone, much less his demand that Dorian kept a semi-decent picture of them in comparison to that entirely awful one they had acquired at that harvest festival. He allowed Dorian's arm to so nestle around his neck, pulling him closer in the process before realization of the fae King's intent so dawned upon him. A small simper crossed his features as those indigo eyes turned towards the phone. His gaze shifted as the fae King turned that phone back towards them, showing them both the picture he had so captured. A small puff of air left his nose in amusement, his head bobbing ever so slightly, "Okay, that one is better than that Halloween picture." He admitted, wholly unfond of that photo that had so captured Dorian's moment of utter fear and his own rather blatant surprise. He watched as Dorian so effortlessly tapped the screen of the device, his own phone vibrating in his pocket but seconds later, informing him well enough of the text message he'd so received. "Look at you." He commented at Dorian's arched eyebrow, fully appreciative of the man's newfound skills with that cellphone.

It was Dorian's voice alone that so caused his attention to deviate, his gaze momentarily dropped to the shirt he wore, acutely aware in that moment of how particularly damp he was, the well tailored clothing nearly clinging to his figure in a response to their fight with the snow. His lips pressed together ever so slightly at the mention of how cold it was. He'd forgotten, of course, how it felt, having little to go off of then centuries old memories. "Yes, you're right." He muttered and yet, any further contemplation on the topic was distracted only by that tug of the fae King's fingers upon his shirt. He glanced upwards, stepping forward and against that large puffy jacket his lover so wore. He was all too aware of that lip Dorian caught between his, that soft tug so entirely teasing him and nearly immediately his thoughts shifted to those more scandalous desires that were so effortlessly brought to life by the King. After all these months, Sebastian found himself still entirely lusting for his companion in the same fashion he had when they'd first met on that spring evening before that bar.

Dorian slowly released his hold upon him, the vampire's attention now wholly devoted to those coy words upon the man's lips, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly at the suggestion that, perhaps, he might be required to remove everything. A soft chuckle left his lips, his mouth shifting into a sly simper in that moment and slowly, Sebastian shook his head ever so slightly. "I could never get tired of them, my love." He commented softly, his lips brushing sweetly against the cheek he was offered. "Come." He motioned into the home, pausing only within that marbled hall to assist Dorian in so removing those layers of clothing he had declared necessary for their outdoors adventure. He let his way through the marbled hall, this time deviating to the opposite side of the room and towards that grandeur staircase that was crafted with the very intent to be awe inspiring. He glanced backwards at his lover as he led the way up the stairs and through his childhood home.

The vampire paused at the top of that staircase, a small simper crossing the man's lips before he gestured ahead of him. "I think you're going to like this room." He commented, pausing before opening those double doors to the expansive library within. He hardly lingered long, however, merely teasing his companion with the sheer array of those aged volumes before leading Dorian into his own attached bedroom. His fingers had already reached to the top button of his soaked shirt, the vampire turning only once he stood in the midst of those pale blue walls, his dark indigo eyes settled upon his lover. "You'll have to show me this idea of yours, Ma Bichette." He commented softly, fully prepared to engage the King in whatever fancy so crossed his mind with the same eagerness in which he always so rose to the occasion.

Sebastian Ellington