you were the answer to my dreams

Those radiant colors that so chaesed away the vampire's eternally dark sky were altogether mesmerizing for the Englishman, more reminiscent of a picture rather than any sunrise he could only vaguely remember within his youth, not that his eyes were often turned towards the sky for any prolonged period of time during those years. He was content to allow Dorian to so fall into that role he so often took if only for the simple fact that, in that singular moment, the prospect of clothes was largely irrelevant to him in the wake of that sunlight that poured through the window in front of him. Still, it was at the sound of Dorian's voice that he finally turned from that window, allowing the King to so draw him with the prospect of clothes and the promise too of venturing beyond and into the magnificence of that large Orangery that stood upon his estate. That finding of that jacket, however, proved to be the most difficult task of the evening, the fluffy sapphire jacket was pulled from far back in that wardrobe, reminiscent of the last time he'd stayed at Belton for an extended amount of time nearly forty years prior. Still, it seemed in well enough condition, enough so for Sebastian to so effortlessly slide into that puffy coat, entirely content with the warmth it so easily seemed to provide his now alive body.

It was only with that jacket secured and himself fully dressed that Sebastian led the way through that large home and back down that staircase they had only just an hour prior ventured upwards. He ignored the large Christmas tree in the middle of that large marbled room, instead pausing in front of those thick wooden doors that so protected him from the outside world at large. Sebastian knew well what was on the other side of that door and though he had faith in his companion that, presently, that sun would fail to so alight his skin, it was entirely different, he knew, hiding behind a pane of glass rather than standing under her relentless glare. Out there, there would be no hiding from her if something was to go wrong. If Dorian failed him, there would be no escape and losing even that feigned measure of protection was certainly a barrier that he was hesitant to cross. Thankfully, Dorian hardly seemed particularly forceful on this topic, instead busying himself with his own wardrobe as Sebastian merely stood there, a few feet before those doors with his hands clasped behind his back in the fashion a true English gentleman so should. At least, such was how he remained until the King presented him with Charlie's gloves. He was entirely certain the manservant would hardly mind and so, without much concern, Sebastian slipped his hands into that warm woolen material.

He watched as Dorian moved towards the door, the monarch glancing at him briefly with that simple sentence that he was going to open it. The vampire could hardly help the fashion in which he bit at his bottom lip, careful of letting his fangs so avoid that tender flesh. That anxiety within him rose entirely as Dorian's hand reached out for the door knob, and in those moments Sebastian found himself stepping forward and to the side, utilizing the other door as a barrier of sorts for the light that would be so streaming into the foyer of his home. He could hardly help the way his heart beat faster as that front door was so pushed open, even if he tried his best for appearances alone to seem far more calm then he internally was. Displaying such blatant emotions was quite ungentlemanly and, in turn, something he'd been brought up to strictly avoid. Still, he was hardly oblivious at the way Dorian only slightly opened that door, just enough to so let that light in without so overwhelming him with the very presence of the sun itself. That simple gesture of thoughtfulness so spoke volumes in and of itself to the vampire. His lover, it would seem, was entirely aware of his apprehension even if he did his best to not let those emotions so be worn upon his sleeve like so many women these days. A small simper crossed his lips, a certain sort of softness to those crystalline eyes.

Slowly, Sebastian stepped into that laught as Dorian's own gaze seemed so transfixed upon the world outside, himself entirely inquisitive of what had so caught the monarch's attention. He eased into that light, his gaze trailing over that flat land that so laid out in front of them, only to spot that chirping creature that so seemed to utterly delight his companion. "It's a robin." He stated simply enough, that bird particularly well known, enough so that even from here he was so effortlessly able to identify it. Still, he could see that veritable excitement within his lover to so venture beyond that threshold, even if his lover hesitated for his account alone. His gaze shifted at the movement of Dorian's hand, the vampire tentatively stepping forward and into that flood of light, reminding himself in those moments that, for now, such brightness would hardly bring him harm. That brush of Dorian's lips across his cheek was, thankfully, entirely distracting for the vampire, his attention momentarily shifting from his concerns of the sun to the enticing King before him. A small frown crossed his features as Dorian so declared he intended to at least venture towards the gardens and, for a moment, Sebastian was merely inclined to watch as the King stepped down those stairs and into the front garden. He watched as Dorian turned back towards him after a moment with a singular outstretched hand.

A soft sigh left the vampire's lips at the King's efforts to so coax him past that doorframe and into the light, the vampire entirely unable to help the fashion at which he so rolled those bright blue eyes. He knew well what Dorian was doing, hell, how many timid women had he so coaxed with these very same tactics? How on earth had he fallen from so being the predator to resembling the demure prey, he hadn't the faintest idea. "All right, all right." He grumbled, his arms folding over his chest in an effort to bring the warmth of that jacket closer to his frame. Still, he stepped out into the sunlight without a further thought. The sun was just a giant light bulb in the sky, the light wouldn't hurt him. He had nothing to fear, nothing to be anxious over, and he certainly wasn't going to be some ridiculously emotional woman like his lover's roommate. The snow crunched under his feet as he made his way down the steps and onto that snow filled yard, pausing beside his companion only to gesture loosely at the large, glass building nearby. "That is the Orangery." He commented simply enough, pausing only for his gaze to shift the the nature that so surrounded him before adding after a moment's consideration with the slightest of pouts, "It's colder then I remember."

Still, he hardly dwelled on this long, motioning Dorian to join him as he turned towards what normally would have been a small trail, if it were not too covered with snow. Still, Sebastian knew the path by heart as he led his companion through fields that, in the spring, would have been filled with flowers. Nevertheless, he led his lover towards a small faux bridge pausing nearly immediately in his tracks. Before him, the circular wall of the fountain so existed and yet, those waters were still and iced and the fountain too equally as quiet in those bright early morning hours. However, it was not that fountain that so caught his eye rather than what existed on the other side. He gingerly nudged his companion, gesturing towards the three deer that seemed entirely oblivious of their existence for but a singular fleeting moment. The Orangery itself loomed to their right and yet, there had always been something entirely serene with the morning mist rolling across those snowy fields with the wildlife so active when they often hid from any prying eyes - sun or not.

Sebastian Ellington