you were the answer to my dreams

Sebastian was hardly oblivious to the sort of mild weather that Italy might receive in those winter months, particularly being so close to the equator and yet, truly, he found himself tilting his head ever so slightly that the prospect of ice so seemed to fascinate his lover. Had Samantha never given him anything to drink with ice in it? Had Sebastian himself not? Though he supposed that perhaps there was little need for beverages early in their relationship when such drinks should have been suitable. Still, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at the sheer amazement that so clearly crossed his lover's features as he reached forward to touch the cold substance. His lips parted, so offering an explanation as to that ice's existence and yet, he found himself inquiring immediately afterwards on that winter past time that Sebastian had enjoyed on numerous occasions. Ice skating. The sport was hardly new by any means, existing far longer than either of the two men combined and yet, that Dorian had never before heard of it was hardly peculiar, he supposed. "Perhaps we shall return to London a few days early then before we leave for Naples." He commented idly, his thought entirely drifting to this curious form of transport that he very much enjoyed. After all, the rinks in London were widely known.

Such idle thoughts, however, hardly lasted long before his attention was returned towards the building that was their destination, so causing the vampire to lead his lover up those final steps and into the glass building that had too caught the gaze of his lover. That warmth that so embraced them upon entry was as utterly delightful to the vampire as it had always been, made more so by the simple fact that Sebastian found himself feeling hot. That singular sensation alone was enough to utterly delight the man. He - the eternally cold and dead vampire - felt hot. So often Sebastian found himself hunting for this very feeling - warmth. How he had come to associate it with life! And to, in turn, it was this singular thing that so caused the vampire to truly accept in a way that had been unfathomable before that Dorian had, indeed, brought him to life. Slowly, he led his way down that makeshift trail through the particularly large building and through the greenery that so surrounded them, his own mind contemplating this singular fact of life. He paused before a small grouping of trees, commenting upon the fruit they so grew, even when his thoughts were elsewhere.

It was with that singular admittance that this too was another thing denied the monarch that so saw Sebastian stray from that bath, stepping into that dirt itself as he reached forward to feel the fruit that hung low from those branches. It took a bit of testing really before he was able to find one soft enough to suggest the interior contents would be succulent. He snapped that pear from it's branch before returning towards his companion, "Dorian...?" He inquired, so seeking his lover's attention from where those silver eyes had so wandered the depths of that greenhouse. "How does your affinity work? I assume it takes some concentration to produce this...doesn't it?" He inquired softly, asking quite purposefully for confirmation of that which might so dash those dreams of this glorious life being his more frequently than just the occasional hour. It surely could not be that easy to thwart the curse that so saw his corpse rise and fall with the celestial bodies. Still, he pulled a small pocket knife from his pocket (because apparently he keeps one now just for occasions like this?), so opening that dull blade with the singular intent of so carving a piece of that softened fruit, those sweet juices nearly pouring down the pear at the slice of that blade.

He picked up that slice of pear, so handing it to his lover as Dorian's own features seemed lost within his own thoughts, though of what Sebastian hadn't the slightest idea. Still, he listened all too intently as his lover's lips parted, speaking of a childhood friend and, indeed, of his past. The vampire was hardly oblivious of the sheer magnitude of the importance of this very thing. After all, their past was something both men spoke very little of and inquired after even less. That simple fact certainly caused the Englishman to be entirely attentive of those words that passed the monarch's lips, even though he likely would have been all the same regardless of the topic. Still, to hear of both a childhood friend and Dorian's father himself was altogether curious, the vampire's head tilting to the side as Dorian spoke of fanciful things that Sebastian could scarcely imagine occurring within the King's youth. This Leonardo clearly must have been quite a man before his time to have envisioned such contraptions that had only just truly came into existence within Sebastian's own lifetime.

Still, the vampire had thought particularly little of this man Dorian so spoke of, instead watching as the king's features shifted into a small smile. It was that singular mention of painting that so caused Sebastian's own eyebrows to furrow, his head tilting to the side in sudden thought. "Leonardo?" He inquired pausing a moment to ensure he had the era right before he inquired. "Leonardo Da Vinci?" The vampire was quite clearly taken back by the realization. "You were friends with Leonardo Da Vinci?" He could hardly help the laughter that crossed his own lips. It had to be. It made perfect sense. Of course the Italian inventor would befriend the son of a king. Oh how his lover would so be astonished at just who his childhood friend had so become, so transcending his own death to last for an eternity in a way of sorts. "Did you see him paint the Mona Lisa?" He questioned, this entire topic of great fascination for the Englishman. And to think, Dorian had thought him a terrible artist, the most widely known painter in the entirety of the world, rivaled only, perhaps, by Michelangelo.

Sebastian Ellington