The Sun Also Rises

It was a sort of warmth, Dorian had decided. One that so seemed to flicker and spread within his chest at the vampires soft murmur of agreement that, even when apart, those very rings might somehow still respond to one another and so allow, each in turn, to be aware of his lovers existence still in that world no matter how far apart. It was, in a fashion, so hopelessly romantic and yet Dorian is assured it is that which very near makes him adore it all the more. He has never, in all his life, had a gift so meaningful. It was almost as if the vampire knew, or indeed perhaps he too, so struggled in a sense with those nights in which he was left to stare at that empty space beside him or note the lack of warmth in those sheets. There was a peacefulness to be found in nestling against Sebastian's side regardless of the lack of response he might achieve from his lover in those daylight hours in which they slept. It hardly mattered that the man failed to move, his presence alone had come to represent a normalcy that Dorian was often left restless and wakeful without. It was foolish, really, that simply sleeping beside his consort had so come to represent a sense of protection in a fashion- for Dorian was assured he was hardly in any danger in those hours and yet it was, more so, the mere knowledge that Sebastian had simply come to represent home. Such a gift so easily and so effortlessly allowing for bit a piece of that home to be with him. Dorian quite finding he adored it and too- marvelled at it for it's modern ideals. None within his time would have ever believed such a thing possible!

His features soften readily once more as Sebastian so takes his own ring, slipping it onto his own finger in a manner to match that upon Dorians, the Fae King so finding himself pleased to, with the colour and simplicity of the ring itself. The Monarch assured it would fit with any occasion. That soft, steady beat that so thrums against his finger is near instantaneous, his features brightening in both delight and too a clear wonder at just how well such a gift worked- his thanks upon his lips as his gaze lifts at last to his lovers own. How curious an emotion love was. How easily it so rallied any and all other emotions to do just as it pleased, the simple, tiny beat against his finger so seeming to result in but a burst of emotion once more that seemed wholly content to bring a want of sorts to the surface. One Dorian saw no need to deny as that near impish simper crossed his lips, the Fae King so easing himself onto Sebastian's lap only to bring his lips so fervently to the mans own. He held little mind, truly, for the other beings present. Dorian so steadily having become more and more at ease in these public displays of affection. Sebastian never yet hesitating to return them or indeed, increase upon them. The Monarch, in that moment, so encouraging him to do just that, the hands that lifted to rest either side of his neck entirely welcomed as Dorians soft kisses became just a little more ardent in their teasing affection.

He pulls back softly, with that same suddenness as he had so begun such an action, a warm chuckle humming within his chest as he does. The Fae so inclined to tease whenever he might be allowed and yet that increased beating against his finger is hardly unobserved, the man wholly satisfied with his work in that moment before he slips from his lovers lap to present his boyfriend with his final gift for the evening. It was a great source of curiosity, truly, as to why Sebastian so seemed to disdain wearing any form of undergarment. Dorian so assuming it was perhaps a matter of a dislike of restriction and yet regardless of that reason it was a matter of tradition within his own culture that so saw him present the man with a veritable box filled with any and every sort of red men's underwear he could locate. The gift designed to provide that moment of amusement despite it being so required for that planned New Year's within his own palace. His own grin readily widens as he is rewarded with that chuckle, Sebastian momentarily shifting through that box before commenting upon his preparedness, Dorian allowing his shoulders to lift into a shrug as he settled himself back upon the couch. The man choosing still to continue in those quiet French lyrics for but a moment longer.

"Si cela vous attirait plus loin, j'avais acquis un peu pour moi que vous ne m'avez pas vu avant, mais si vous pourriez sembler qu'ils dépendent entièrement de votre habileté."
(If it pleases you to know, I acquired some for myself that you have not seen me in before, though whether you might seem them at all depends wholly upon your skill.)

There is a distinct and yet playful challenge within such words, Dorian finding that he looked for to that evening even if there were parts other parts of that impending visit to Naples he did not. Such thoughts are cast from his mind however at the vampire's sudden declaration that this giving of gifts was not yet complete, both eyes widening in clear surprise. He rises easily a second time, moving to select that red box his lover gestured towards before returning, settling himself back against his lovers side before beginning to open that little box with clear curiosity. That he might be afforded not one, but two Christmas gifts was greatly unexpected. Dorian unable to prevent that almost childish sense of delight from afflicting him. He easily lifts that lid from the box, so spying that small coloured object within. It is with a ready inquisitiveness that he moves to lift the object from within, a soft sound of surprise leaving his lips as those headphones fell into his lap, Dorian picking them up with his free hand. It was a Letter Sender, of sorts, one so complete with a leash or a tail of some kind?

"Oh! It is a- well, I can't say that I know."

His features shift into a look almost sheepish once more, a chuckle upon his lips as his head angles back towards his boyfriend, the man holding that iPod and headphones towards him in anticipation of an explanation as to just what it did. It was a decidedly modern thing, of that he was sure. Dorian having come to adore so many of those modern conveniences even though he was still given to marvel at their existence. The Fae King, once, having spent a good portion of those first few days he had spent in Sebastian home, upon its acquisition, familiarising himself with all manner of modern convinces for the pure joy of it and too- in an effort to subdue his ever demanding curiosity. This very object, now, so filling him with endless inquisitiveness and indeed an undeniable excitement for just what such a device might prove to be.

"What does it do, Bastian?"

His attention shifts but briefly from the vampire as Elaine stood, hurrying herself back towards the kitchen, so requesting Elizabeth and Charles follow to help her set the table, Giles beginning to clean up that discarded wrapping paper with dutiful care. Dorian becoming aware, for the first time, of those overly enticing scents that lingered. It had been centuries since he had held any desire to actually eat something based on scent, curiosity too, for this food they might have, so turning within him and yet nothing in that moment was near so important as discovering his newest gift. Giles headed out a moment later, so affording the pair privacy once more in that warm, quiet room as Dorians attention returned in full to his boyfriend.

Dorian Aragona