you were the answer to my dreams

Those bright blue irises stared at the man in the reflection, entirely taken back by the face that stared back at him. It had been so long since he'd seen himself like this. Indeed, his memories of his own figure had been slightly off from the actuality of the man that stood there. He'd forgotten how blue his eyes were. He'd forgotten the exact shade of his skin. There were so many things that he'd simply forgotten. A small frown crossed his lips as he stared at his reflection, all those emotions that so tumbled through his breast and mind somehow had a way of so setting him vulnerable to a whole slew of things he had not, prior to this moment, even considered. Although those words that left his lips were tainted with just the slightest hint of tease, there was quite a real concern somewhere in the depths of those lyrics, one in which Sebastian hardly realized he even had until after those words so left his lips. Still, he hardly left that falter the small smile he held upon his lips at that nearly musical sound of his lover's amusement. Those softened words that so left Dorian's lips caused that simper to widen ever so slightly, his gaze shifting from the mirror and back towards the window at hand. After all, this look of life, he was assured, was entirely temporary, it was best if neither became to terribly attached to it.

He watched as Dorian moved towards that quickly lighting window, those rays so bouncing off the brightness of the snow and yet, despite the colors that crossed the sky, and despite the promise of what he might finally see, Sebastian remained exactly where he was, in the depths of the room and the fleeting darkness within. It was where he belonged, he was assured, and yet, he could hardly deny the simple desire to so want to see the colors of the sky change from that ever present blackness he was always subjected to. It was only his companion so shifting to turn his attention back to Sebastian that caused the vampire's gaze to tarry, falling instead upon that outreached hand that so beckoned him into the light. He hesitated in those precarious moments, so struggling with that century long knowledge that even the brush of that light would so bring about his undoing and yet, despite that, it was that simple and unyielding knowledge that to remain where he was would also be to, in a fashion, deny his lover that so saw him finally move from that place of sanctuary and into that very thing he feared perhaps most of all.

Although Sebastian was willing, in some ways, to so place his trust within his lover, that trust was hardly as steadfast with this very thing as he would have so liked it to be. His fingers so clung to that thick, dark curtain that rested beside him, entirely prepared for the pain and devastation that surely would come if his lover's affinity should so faulter in those delicate moments. The vampire allowed that silence that so persisted in those moments to continue their existence, having few words to so shatter it. Rather, the entirety of his attention was so devoted to that light that so peaked over the horizon, every muscle within his body entirely tense as those colors so began to shift to a radiant rainbow of hues that he had gone without for so terribly long. Still, there were two very important facts of which Sebastian was aware of in those moments. The first of which was the simple feeling of his skin. It didn't prickle and tingle at that first brush of the sun, nor did those plumes of wispy smoke so unfurl from his flesh. It was whole. It was human and indeed it seemed to thirst for that light that slowly took up the entirety of that sky. The second fact in which so crossed the vampire's eyes was how terribly bright it was. Each passing moment saw those bright blue irises shift and yet, he found himself almost blinking with discomfort if his gaze lingered too long upon those hills of ivory that so covered the majority of his estate. And yet, even this hardly tainted the unrivaled splendor of sunrise.

His gaze trailed over the far reaches of his estate from that window, so observing the acreage that spread out before them till it disappeared into the evergreen trees that lined the home and yet, even they were still his. How glorious that home looked under that warm bask of the sun! And how he had missed all of this. Sebastian was aware, vaguely, of the monarch moving from his side and yet, that sudden coldness at the lack of his lover's presence hardly was enough to draw him from that window, or that curtain that so represented his safety. He could hear the King's movement behind him, and the sound of zippers from their luggage and yet, it too was hardly enough to so coax his gaze beyond his head turning slightly if only to hear his lover's actions better. He was aware of that ruffling of fabric and yet, it was only the sound of his own name that saw his eyes shift from that window. "Hm?" He inquired, his gaze falling upon his lover before sweeping over the clothes that had been laid out before him. The action alone was entirely inquisitive, or rather, perhaps it was more that it was simply out of character enough to so catch Sebastian's attention. Though, perhaps, he realized, it was more of himself that was so falling short of those usual intricacies. Still, a weak simper crossed his lips as he so slowly left that window, moving towards the bed to so cover that colored flesh with the welcoming warmth of those clothes.

It was only after buttoning the last button of his shirt that Sebastian found himself glancing upwards at the sound of Dorian's voice, so reminding him of those sunglasses the King had held enough foresight to purchase. It was Dorian's mention of that accessory that so saw him pluck it from the wrinkled comforter of his bed, so placing them in his pocket before his attention turned towards the more pressing matter at hand. A jacket. Usually, he was able to forgo such winter clothes and yet, he was loathe to finally have found a hint of life only to further have that cold impressed upon him. "I think so..." He muttered, moving to dig through his closet and find, at the very back, a rather old black winter coat that, certainly looked despite it's age, nearly new and untouched. It was only once Dorian had deemed them both dressed to an acceptable level that Sebastian found himself leading the pair through his house, his gaze nearly immediately finding every glimpse of that outside world in every window they passed. And yet, despite his acceptance that, perhaps he wasn't going to perish in a burst of flames, Sebastian found himself nearly stopping entirely in front of that large door that led to the outside world. Viewing the sunlight from the window and walking into it, it would seem, were two entirely different things.

Sebastian Ellington