The Sun Also Rises

How insignificant, it might seem, such a little thing as that coin upon a chain and yet, in reality, how utterly meaningful it was! He had hardly forgotten Sebastian's promise all those months ago to afford him just this token and yet a small part of the Fae King had wondered perhaps, if Sebastian himself had remembered and indeed had still intended to make good upon such words. This the very sort of matter one could not inquire after for the sake of curiosity, no, such a thing as significant as this need be given at the right time and in the right way and how wholly right it seemed here and now, such a moment so entirely perfect. It is a decidedly rare thing indeed for Dorian to find himself afflicted with the sort of emotion that might render his silence. The man nothing if not an eloquent speaker whom always seemed to find some manner of opinion on any and everything and yet in that single moment he is assured no words are quite right enough to merely show his lover just how much such a gesture might mean to him. Even after all those years and all those familial crests he had collected over the centuries by those whom desired something from him or to be looked upon with favour- this one had been given for different reasons, of that he is assured and within that held the true significance of so being made a part of his lovers family in a fashion. His arms easily move to embrace the vampire then, drawing him close and too- feeling the mans own arms wrap about him as his face so buries into Sebastian's neck and shoulder, those muted words upon his lips. Sebastian own soft response another promise of sorts, if only one to assure he planned to keep any he might make, Dorian's lip turned upward in that soft simper before he at last pulled softly away- fingers toying with his new coin in a manner truly affectionate.

It is only then, in that brief interim, as Sebastian's lips find his own with a distinct sweetness that another thought so seems to find its way into Dorians mind, his bright silver eyes cast to the blue of his lovers own. Dorian determined then to assure his lover he had hardly done anything near as womanly as cry over a Christmas present. Elaine was surely mistaken in whatever it was she had believed she had seen, the Monarch's features shifting into a dubious look at Sebastian's less then convinced response. Dorian knowing entirely well the vampire had failed to believe him and yet for now he afford such a thing no further comment, after all, it was surely a moment better forgotten. He had not cried in years, not over anything, he hardly desired such a first to be claimed to have occurred within the entrance hall of Belton House over a wrapped box. Another further thoughts he held upon the matter were ended rather abruptly by the tolling of those church bells, Dorian so falling into step to follow behind Sebastian now, halted abruptly at the door. He was dressed in naught but jeans and a t-shirt! Dorian assured such a thing was hardly appropriate for church! The man offered little time to contemplate such a thing before he found himself so being smothered in that coat and neck tie and boots and mittens once more. Lateness, he supposed, was a far worse crime in the eyes of god then jeans and mused hair. How rebellious he felt to dress so casually for church! Yet, for once, the Monarch is almost assured he finds it rather...thrilling. The man hurrying to follow his lover over that snow and towards the quaint little building that, for all its lack of grandeur when compared to the chapel within his own palace, seemed vastly more holy then his ever had. The softest of simpers so adorning his lips in response.

"Bastian."

He pauses but briefly outside those church doors, they the only two still left outside in that falling snow, Dorian eyeing the interior of the church a moment before stepping distinctly to the side, as if whatever it was he so desired to say might be better said without his feet upon holy ground. His attention returned in full to the vampire now, his ever-youthful features distinctly thoughtful a moment before a grin nearly impish seemed to appear upon his lips.

"Before, when we were back at the house and you so came down the stairs and declared you were still the Baron of the house, do you know, you're a little bit sexy when you're bossy? We can go in now."

The softest of chuckles so vibrates within his throat, Dorian finding a ready amusement in finding but any manner of ways to so surprise his lover even if on occasion with words alone. The Monarch wholly content to tease at him before allowing himself to be led upward and towards those upper seats, the man provided with a view of all those below. How quickly that little church had filled itself! Dorian so content to eye that crowd for several moments, the sight of several gaudy sweaters so alarming they could be nothing but sinful seeing Dorians eyes widen in horror at the belief this too, may be some sort of English tradition. The Fae so hoping Sebastian had not adorned one hidden beneath his coat. The beginning of that mass distracts his attention in its entirety, the lack of Latin a surprising thing, Dorian quickly altering his response to the English variant before the priest so gave his sermon, the brush of fingertips against his own so seeing the man respond without any true thought, entwining them with his lover before the true daring of such a thing became apparent. To hold the hand of another man within a church was truly bold! Yet- Dorian found he had little inclination to let go. If he wished to hold Sebastian's hand and wear jeans and not brush his hair properly then he would. God, he is sure, was not about to stop him. This by far the most rebellious the Monarch is assured he has ever been!

He rises easily with the rest of the townsfolk upon the utterance of those four parting words, allowing himself to be led back down those steps and out into the snow once more. Dorian entirely grateful for the warm embrace of the house, the man barely having time to rid himself of those warm clothes before he finds himself so ushered into the room and towards a seat by Elizabeth. The woman seeming positively excited about this notion of gift giving, Dorian wholly content to remain entirely where he had been instructed to sit, the entire process, now, utterly foreign to him. It was with no small measure of curiosity that he watched Giles move then to the tree, selecting gifts from beneath it to pass about for those people, then, to give to whomever they had bought it for. How delightful such a thing was! Dorian so unable to take that smile from his face before he finds himself handed that which he had placed beneath for Sebastian. Giles so gesturing for the Monarch to present it to the vampire seated beside him in turn- the room busy with the sound of unwrapping and delighted words. Dorian turns then to Sebastian beside him, that little navy coloured box with its equally navy ribbon nestled within his hands. His gaze lifted at last to his boyfriend before holding that box out towards him.

"I've not given a Christmas gift before, if I'm supposed to say something when I do I fear I don't know it but I hope you like it. I have another for you too but this is by far the better one."

He grins easily once more, pressing that box into his lover's hands, waiting for the man to undo the ribbon and too lift the lid to reveal that truly breathtaking and yet entirely unique wrist watch. The watch band was a soft, brown leather, that watch base a shining titanium, silver in colour without any of that harmful metal within, the casing a finally made sapphire glass on both sides. Yet it was the face of that watch that was by far the most spectacular. The top half was engraved with the sun, the bottom the moon, those watch hands crafted to appear as water for the rivers that separated those two sides atop that gold inlay. The outside so surrounded by those neatly carved constellations to represent the night sky. The very world, in a way, on that one little surface. Dorians words distinctly soft now. The man delicately taking that watch to fix it gently to his lover's wrist.

"I chose it because you showed me all those constellations once, do you remember? The moon I think, should be obvious enough, for it is what we both live by now. The sun because I have learned to give it back to you, in a way, but since I cannot keep it there I thought I might give you this sun instead and time- because what do we have if not that?"

Dorian Aragona