Any further discussion upon the event that had occurred before that Christmas tree was all too simply swept under the rug, never again to be spoken of and yet, it alone gave the vampire a further inkling of that lonesome, neglected past his lover had so harbored. Although his own history was hardly the epitome of contentment, he could hardly say his family had ever simply overlooked him. His own solitude, after all, was wholly self imposed, of that he had little doubts. Though his lover had been crowned King of Italy and it's various territories, that simple unexpected reaction to an insignificant Christmas gift made the vampire all too aware that, in most things, he was entirely blessed by comparison. Such an observation, however, would certainly never leave the vampire's lips, his attention shifting quite gratefully by the ringing sound of those church bells that so proclaimed their evening mass. A thought was hardly given towards the pair's current attire, after all, the dressing requirements for such services had relaxed immensely since his own day and age, jeans now entirely acceptable more often than not. Even still, he knew well hardly a word would be spoken tonight of all nights, where sweaters and other festive articles of clothing would abound. And so, it was without any further thought that Sebastian so led his lover from that office towards the front door, assaulting his lover with those winter garments he was so entirely assured the man needed now that the memory of that cold lingered far closer than it had in some time.

He was almost grateful for that undead flesh, the cold failing to afflict him and yet, still, he'd donned that trench coat he so often wore if only for the guise it so provided, much less the little warmth his dead body was able to glean from it. His dark navy eyes brushed over the snow fields before him and yet, that dark blue hue that afflicted the world around him almost brought a hint of discontent to the man, now that he'd so seen once again what that world looked like bathed in that light he so missed. A soft breath left his lips and yet, Sebastian hardly dwelled upon such a thing long, much less discussed that lingering despondency of that death that had afflicted him once again with vengeance. His attention, however, shifted only by the sound of his name upon his lover's lips, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as he watched Dorian pause, quite abruptly, before crossing what might be called 'holy ground'. "Hm?" He inquired, too stepping away from the entry of the steeple to stand inquisitively before the King. He watched those emotions flutter across his lover's features, only further puzzling the man on their unanticipated hesitation. Those words that left Dorian's lips, however, brought a soft chuckle to his own mouth as he shook his head ever so slightly, inquiring after a moment, "Only a little?" Truly, it wasn't terribly often that Sebastian so even acknowledged that once ancient position he had so held, those moments of 'bossiness' as Dorian had so called it, were far and fleeting. Regardless, he hardly dwelled upon it long before that amused glimpse that so crossed his features as the vampire gestured for Dorian to lead the way into that church.

Finding a seat was hardly difficult, a portion of that balcony eternally reserved for Sebastian alone, providing the pair with an overlooking view of the rest of the congregation below. Sebastian could hardly deny the way in which his own attention so occasionally fluttered towards those more eccentric articles of clothing. It was often a source of endless entertainment for the vampire, those sweaters that had become quite the unappealing fad in the past few years and yet, he hardly commented on them, instead attempting to seem altogether focused upon the minister in the way he undeniably should be. Still, the sound of those four words that so signified the end of the evening mass was altogether welcomed, the vampire only stopping occasionally to provide a small nod or hello to any so introduced to the rarely present Baron and yet, most of those faces were altogether foreign to him thanks entirely to age. Nevertheless, soon the vampire led his lover to back to the warmth of that grandeur country estate, the pair hardly through the door before that enthusiastic face of Elizabeth so pounced upon them, quite near dragging them further into the house with the undeniable excitement as she declared it was time for presents.

Sebastian settled on the sofa beside his lover, closest to the now roaring fireplace that he could get to. His eyes shifted from the multitude of presents beneath the tree to the King himself, hardly all that interested in that tradition Giles himself had so started. After all, most of those gifts beneath that tree were from the vampire himself and he, as Giles well knew, was far too lazy to bother with presenting each one to their associated recipient. It was, however, that box placed within Dorian's own hands that so immediately caught the Baron's interest, the man entirely content to eye it inquisitively as Dorian turned with a warm grin upon his features to present that navy box to him. It was perhaps with far more delicate care then necessary that Sebastian plucked at that ribbon, pulling it from the box as he listened to Dorian's words. His head shook ever so slightly at the monarch's comment of what to say in this particular process of gift giving and yet, any words he would have offered were utterly lost as he lifted that lid to reveal the exquisite wrist watch nestled within that perfectly plush pillow. For a moment he was content to simply eye the intricacies that so made up the complicated face of that watch before his boyfriend's voice pulled his gaze upwards.

He hardly objected as Dorian took the watch within his own hands, the vampire all too willing to present Dorian his wrist as the King explained the significance of that singular piece. His head bobbed ever so slightly at the mention of that night they'd spent beneath the stars and upon that field of grass. He remembered well the look of awe that had a lit Dorian's features at the sight of those fireworks and the hour they had spent afterwards simply existing together in a way that, prior to then, Sebastian had hardly anticipated. A warm simper crossed his features as Dorian's explanation came to an end, the vampire leaned forward in that moment, letting his lips brush softly against the corner of the King's own. "Thank you, Dorian, it's beautiful." He commented softly before his darkly hued eyes turned back down towards the watch now fastened on his wrist. Delicately, his finger moved across the face of that sapphire glass, simply watching for a moment as that second hand so ticked away the passing moments with unparalleled accuracy. Even Sebastian could tell well enough that the craftsmanship on this piece was impeccable.

He glanced up after a moment, calling out to that man servant that had once so dutifully remained at his side, "Giles, fetch me that box with the gold...swirly...things on it." He commented, his wrist flicking in some effort to explain the geometric shapes the box had been wrapped in. His head nodded ever so slightly as the elder man finally found which gold swirly box he was so looking for, presenting it to Sebastian who, in turned handed it over to Dorian himself. "I believe it is your turn, Ma Biche." He commented simply, perhaps looking a bit more pleased with himself then necessary. After all, it was not often Sebastian was so given to present his lover with a present, the facet of which clearly seemed to be vastly enjoyable for the man as he watched his lover so fiddle with that wrapping paper to reveal the smooth, nondescript black box within. Inside of that small box, however, there rested two identical rings. The exterior of which was entirely black in appearance, crafted with that same sapphire housing as that watch Sebastian now wore upon his wrist. That smooth surface was broken up only by a small indentation of a line running horizontally around the circumference of the ring. The interior, however, was that same twenty-four carat rose gold Sebastian knew well his lover so particularly enjoyed.

The vampire allowed a singular moment to pass, just long enough for Dorian to inspect the gift before he spoke up to offer the fae the true extent of what he held in his hands and, why there were two of them. "These are not just any rings, Mon Cher. They allow you to feel the heartbeat of the wearer of the other ring, no matter where you are in the world or how far apart." They were given, quite clearly, with those numerous days in which Dorian returned home to Samantha in mind. Those times apart had become vastly more difficult to bear then Sebastian would ever had admitted out loud and perhaps it was entirely selfish and cheesy to so gift Dorian with something that might ease that distance that, at times, seemed to go on for an eternity, however, he found himself hoping all the same that the fae King too might find some sort of comfort in that which those rings could so provide them.