you were the answer to my dreams

That look of contemplation that so crossed his lover's features was hardly missed by the observant vampire, his own head tilting inquisitively to the side. He hadn't anticipated that such a simple inquiry might coax such an in depth answer that it might require such deep thought and yet, he was hardly one to judge. After all, he hadn't the slightest inkling of what effort his lover so put into that life that he had gifted this undead corpse within, nor the peculiarities of how it worked per say. It was that decided lack of knowledge that left him entirely patience as Dorian so gathered his thoughts, the vampire content to busy himself idly with the particularly ripe pear within the palm of his hand. Regardless of the way that knife so effortlessly cut through the tender flesh of that fruit, the entirety of Sebastian's attention was placed upon his lover in that moment, so attempting to understand this affinity that brought him such a wave of overwhelming emotions. His eyebrows furrow with his own thoughts, that simple sentence of the extent of Dorian's affinity had already caused his own intelligent mind to come to that conclusion Dorian had so attempted to keep him from. After all, if this was borrowed life, then it begged the question of just whom he was so stealing these precious moments from.

Regardless of that concern that such a simple explanation could so prompt within him, Sebastian slowly handed the monarch a piece of that succulent fruit, letting the King take it delicately within his fingers before he strove to carve out another nearly identical piece. That slice was placed within his mouth, the vampire entirely relishing within that taste that so blossomed on his tongue. He hadn't realized quite like he had in that moment the fashion at which death had so altered even his tastebuds. Fruit, he was assured, had never tasted quite as succulent as this singular pear. Still, even that delectableness could hardly distract him from that idle realization the vampire had so made quite some time ago, his gaze shifting back towards the King as Dorian attempted to so utilize an analogy of sorts to explain the way that life so moved through his undead form. That explanation, however, made perhaps far more sense then even Dorian might have realized. After all, it was quite akin to the way his body so eternally sought for that blood to sustain itself. Even in that fashion there seemed to be some perpetual void that used up every ounce of what was thrown at it to bring him to consciousness, weather it was Dorian's affinity or that blood he took from others. He was quite the epitome of a leech and he knew all too well.

Still, it was the simple fact that it was Dorian's life that he was so pilfering that caused his lips to part in protest and yet, Dorian himself seemed all too aware of that worry that nearly seemed to so personify the vampire, the King hardly even pausing for a word to leave Sebastian's lips before Dorian so strove to reassure him that this was entirely going to leave his lover no worse for wear. A soft sigh left his lips as he carved another piece from the pear, the vampire entirely falling silent for a few moments before he slowly glanced up at his lover. "Alright, but promise me something okay? Promise me not to take any life from any mortal being for my benefit? I won't have even an hour shaved off of someone just so I can have a minute of sunlight." There was a certain hint of seriousness to his voice as his bright blue eyes fell so sternly upon his lover, clearly intending to ensure Dorian knew that this was his only condition. Trees, plants, flowers ever all had the ability to regrow, to regenerate much as the immortals themselves but humans? Animals? They deserved each moment they could get - they had but one life whilst he had an infinity before him, even if it was but within the shadow of the world.

And yet, despite the gravity of their current situation, Sebastian found himself all too pleased by that look of awe that so crossed his lover's features the moment that pear hit the man's tongue. He glanced down at the pear in his hands, placing that piece he'd been carving out within Dorian's outstretched fingertips, allowing the conversation to shift entirely to something that was, perhaps, more joyful than that stolen life and borrowed time he currently existed upon. The vampire was altogether attentive to that historic past that the King spoke so rarely of and yet, it was that dawning realization of exactly whom it was Dorian so fondly looked back on that caused a soft sound of surprise to leave his lips as he inquired after the man's full name. A soft chuckle left his mouth at Dorian's confirmation, his head shaking ever so slightly to the side. "Everyone knows of Leonardo Da Vinci. He is one of the world's most famous artists. He is likely more famous than even you, Ma Bichette." He commented, entirely amused by this newfound discovery. He doubted sincerely that Dorian had even the slightest notion of how prolific that Italian painter and inventor had so gone on to be.

He could hardly help the inquiry that so left his lips of the Mona Lisa, the vampire scarely even able to imagine Dorian seeing that famous piece of art in the works and yet, he was slightly relieved to hear that the name was entirely foreign to him. Still, the vampire's head bobbed ever so slightly. "She is." He responded, grinning in an entirely amused and perhaps even boyish fashion. And yet, for all that entertainment he found, Sebastian fell decidedly quiet not long afterwards, listening simply as Dorian so recounted those years he'd spent with Leonardo at his side. He had been aware, vaguely, of the distastefully lonely life his lover surely must have had in those near six hundred years he'd spent confined to that castle and yet, he'd never once inquired as to his relations with his siblings, much less that he even had siblings. He could only imagine how incredibly difficult such a life might have been, the very thought of such turning those once warm simper into a sort of pressed frown of sorts. Still, at least his beloved King had found some sort of reprieve within that unfriendly world that his childhood had been, that at least, counted for something.

It was, however, that mention of something dangerous that so caused his head to tilted to the side, the King's words entirely causing his eyebrows to momentarily furrow. Ah, how deadly of a thing love could so be, especially unrequited love. "I am sure it was not wholly you're doing. Love can be a...dangerous thing." This was perhaps a topic he knew decidedly well. "He lived to quite an old age, you know. He had...many students who he cared deeply for. There was speculation that perhaps he found love within them but..." He shrugged, striving in some fashion to so reassure his lover that his childhood friend had, once again, found some sort of happiness. "Still, he lives on in his work. People line up just for a glimpse at his art, you know."

Sebastian Ellington