Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

There were truly few topics that so seemed encourage Dorians true opinions to the surface and yet the role of that patriarchal figure over the family was, perhaps, just one such area in which Dorian was prone to become somewhat irate. There were some things, after all, that Dorian remains assured are far, far better off left within the past and yet once he found himself so daring to dwell upon those memories of centuries long passed he is given to find it a decidedly difficult topic to draw his mind away from. His voice remains steady, even, as he so affords Sebastian his thoughts upon the very notion of an arranged married and yet there rests behind those words a distinct discomfort of sorts, a wound perhaps a little more raw then even Dorian cared to admit after all these years. It is in something of a valiant effort that he seeks to pull his thoughts from his own displeasure in the notion of marriage to so ask after his lovers own once-wife. A woman so rarely ever mentioned and yet it was that simple respect for his companions own privacy that saw Dorian inquire upon such a thing with a measured infrequency. He was curious, entirely so, of just what had become of this woman. His curiosity perhaps further piqued with the vampires assurance that the one he had married had not been William's sister at all but another he had met a number of years later and well within the embrace of his vampiric life. The surprise that lingers upon his features at just this notion is surely clear and yet it is with a practised ease the man merely allows himself to nod in a simple acceptance of just what had been shared. The Fae King unwilling to press the man further- at least for now and yet how intrigued he was to know of this woman whom his lover had once cared for enough to marry!

It is that talk of Michelangelo that so seems to restore the pair to territory perhaps far more comfortable. The very idea that those whom Dorian had once known within his youth had gone on to achieve a grandeur that Sebastian so suggested might be greater then even his own seemed almost impossible and yet, truly, there existed a part within the Fae man that was almost delighted to so hear of their success. The manner in which Sebastian spoke with an evident passion for the works of such artists, Michelangelo with clever favour, was hardly lost upon him. A soft simper so adorning his own lips before he mentions a gift he so fully intended to bestow upon his love upon reaching his palace home in the coming weeks. After all, if his consort so favoured such artists then Dorian is assured he might yet have just the thing to delight him so nestled away within his own libraries. Sebastian sure to take far more pleasure out of such a thing then he himself had ever done. The vampires question so met with a simple nod and to a near impish grin- though he offered no further words upon it at all. Quite content to leave Sebastian to wonder of it.

It is the vampires request to see those flowers that bloomed only beneath the touch and heat of the sun that so sees Dorian gesture towards that far end of the Orangery. The man assured his companion should witness just that before his own power was no longer capable of keeping at bay that far more potent vampiric magic. Death, after all, did not like to be cheated. At least, not for very long. It is however, no more than a few mere strides down that path before the Monarch finds himself distinctly halted at an entirely new notion. His mind only now so seeming to process just what his companion had said. The vampire speaking with affection for the roof inside the Sistine Chapel. Dorian halted with the sheer realisation of just such. Surely a vampire could not enter holy ground? Had not he been told such a thing from his earliest days? Such a question falling softly from his lips in that same moment, his words picked once more with a distinct care for some fear perhaps, of so offending that man he adored with any notion that might so imply he was, in any sense, something other than holy. The sudden hesitation in his companion so sees a small frown taint his own features, that soft snort leaving his lover before Sebastian sought to inform him that he was, indeed, Catholic. It was wholly curious perhaps that Dorian had never once so considered to ask after his lovers religion. After all, he had, since his youth, so been led to believe that vampires as a species tended to avoid those religious places and it was perhaps, that knowledge alone, that had so resulted in the Monarch so unknowingly avoiding talk of any such thing and yet he could hardly deny that sense of relief that so seemed to exist within him at the notion his boyfriend was very much catholic. It was important, somehow. After all, he himself had been raised within a time in which religion was, very much, the crux of society, some ideals remaining within him still even if he was so given to question the intricacies of his own faith far more then he cared to admit. A small smile gracing his features once more as he steps forward again, his words holding but a touch of amusement.

"Ah, you must forgive me then, it seems I too was misled in these things. It is a fortunate thing I think that neither churches nor garlic hold any sway over you. If my country is known for but two things I am assured it is those. We would have had a terrible time of it."

An entirely warm chuckle so rises within his throat now, Dorian moving to walk beside his lover now, the man so choosing to offer no comment upon Sebastian's evident belief that God had so abandoned him that night. Dorian assured it was not so- and yet- some things are better left unquestioned. Even Dorian himself was given to uncertainty when it so came to discussion of religious matters, the man assured, after that which he had done- that heaven was out of his reach. If it even existed. How troubling such thoughts could be if allowed to be so. How afraid he was to mention just those fears to even Sebastian. The Monarch so instead choosing to allow his shoulder to brush against his lover as they walked.

"I did not know you were Catholic though, as I am, Italy shall find you very agreeable."

Another warm chuckle parts his lips then before they so come to stand in a veritable field of flowers. A truly dazzling grin so finding its way to Dorians features at just this. Such colour! How quickly any all such thoughts of anything else was given to flee his mind in the wake of this splendour. The man understanding so readily why it was so Sebastian had desired to see this, his silver eyes sweeping from those flowers and colours to the creeping vines and emerald green leaves. How glorious such a sight and yet it was the very notion that he might provide his lover with that chance to see it for himself that delighted him far more. Sebastian's murmured thanks so seeing Dorians lips press softly to his cheek in affection. His own voice truly soft.

"I hope it is as you remembered it to be."

It is not for another half hour or so and until it was Dorian was assured his lover had so enjoyed those flowers and gardens to their fullest extent that he so at last took the vampires hand in his own, assuring him that they need begin to make their way back to the house itself. Dorian assured to leave enough time so they might merely stroll back and within that now fully risen sun with no need for hurry. It was not until they had reached the confines of Sebastian bedroom once more that the Monarch allowed himself to feel perhaps the true extent of his exhaustion, the man unable to recall when he had last slept, his body well drained from such travel and too the use of his own affinity. It was with both relief and yet too, satisfaction, that Dorian slid his shirt from his shoulders once more, his jeans added to that pile upon the end of Sebastian's bed, leaving the man within his boxer shorts alone before he very near collapsed onto his side of the bed to nestle himself within those warm sheets. Dorian waiting now for Sebastian to close those curtains over before joining him within that bed, the Fae King so content to press against him still and enjoy that remaining heat that would slowly begin to fade. Sebastian destined to wake up within his vampiric state once more. Dorian rolls easily onto his stomach then, head resting within his hand, an almost boyish look upon his features as he so sought to draw his lover's attention to him but a final time and too enjoy but that glorious sight of his living form. His lips pressing suddenly to the man's neck, teasing a pattern to his ear upon skin he knew to be far more sensitive then perhaps it had ever been.

"Bastian? What did you get me for Christmas? I should like to know. You know how my mind dislikes not knowing."

Well. It was worth a try surely?