The Sun Also Rises

How glorious it was to be excited! How he had forgotten this feeling! His delight at that little golden object so evidently clear as his gaze rests upon it and Sebastian so moves to display just how it works. There was nothing, Dorian is sure, more exciting than technology. His mind given to wander each time to consider how such devices might have been used in his time and indeed how much easier so much of his existence might have been were they present. The Letter Sender, he is sure, is the most revolutionary. It allowed communication at any distance near instantly, far faster then any penned letter could ever hope to achieve. His newest acquisition, while perhaps not distinctly useful in the same sense was more an object of pleasure. An exquisite luxury. Music after all so transcended time and space. Perhaps he did not know all the instruments, perhaps bands were a concept foreign to him still and yet music, as a whole, had changed very little. The pleasure of sound was one that existed for beings of any kind or species. Dorian so delighted in this gift and too the clarity of sound that passes from those headphones and to his ears. It is a marvel to him, his ever curious mind so inquisitive as to how it worked and too- how on earth Sebastian had gotten those pieces to remain within it to be played any time he liked. His attempt to so liken such a gift to a radio had, seemingly, caught his consort by surprise and yet his lovers assurance that it was much the same save for Dorians ability to control it sees a ready grin adorn his features once more. It was merely unfortunate, truly, that the Monarch was assured that having such tails dangling from his ears was not a particularly fashionable look and yet, by that same token, he is hardly given to care.

"Ah, it is magnifique!"

He responds readily as Sebastian so ends that song and carefully removes those ear pieces, Dorian lifting his hands to rub at his ears in some response to the simple newness of having had something within his ears at all and yet, his joy at such a pleasant gift so quickly dispels any notion of the oddness of such a feeling. How he would enjoy listening to those pieces Sebastian in turn adored! Perhaps he would learn to recognise them more readily and too so request them of Sebastian in time, curious to see perhaps, if there was anything his lover could not play. Dorian assured that the vampire was a significantly more accomplished pianist then even he believed. The more evenings they spent working upon Sebastian's musical affinity, the more assured Dorian became of the man's talents. Even his own paintings so crafted to the sounds Sebastian produced had become more detailed, richer and vibrant in their composition as the pieces his consort played in turn became more complex once the pair had so discovered the Monarch was capable of enduring almost all those unusual powers the vampire affinity cast upon him as he learned to master it. The announcement of the readiness of dinner saw the pair rise and yet Dorian so reached for his lovers hand all the same, halting the man but briefly from entering the room if only to thank him properly for that gift now nestled within his pocket. His lips graced his lovers with that simple, irrevocable adoration before his own head nodded in assurance.

"Yes. I have enjoyed it greatly, I shan't ever forget it, it is the nicest Christmas I have ever had and I think perhaps, if you'd like, we should come back next year too and do it again."

How pleasant it would be to return and too, next time, stay for longer still within Belton's decorated halls. Dorian having come to find the old home distinctly comfortable and decidedly pleasant in every way. It was warm, in more ways than one, the home inviting and so held a general air of pleasantness about it that so appealed to him. He allows himself to be led then into that dining room and to his allocated seat to the right of Sebastian's own, his silver gaze entirely wide at the sheer spread of food available. His gaze widening all the more as his plate was returned to him with what he is assured is a portion of everything upon it! How impolite it would be not to finish it all and yet this was an amount of food almost unholy. He moves then to do as Sebastian, taking from his plate that which Sebastian took from his, listening idly to this talk of deer Giles so engaged him in, Dorian given to marvel at how easily the group conversed before h himself was addressed. His response perhaps less than excitable and so drawing forth those thoughts that had, of late, so turned with uneasiness in his mind.

It was decidedly rare, for either of them, to share anything of a disagreeable nature and yet perhaps it is merely some sign of Dorians own increasing security within their relationship that he was, at last, willing to offer the honesty of those less then pleasant emotions to Sebastian. He had never had a consort before, much less a relationship, the man so used to his thoughts remaining his own yet there was a comfort of sorts in so confiding such things to an extent. Dorian perhaps surprised in this moment at the realisation that his trust within his lover was so entirely assured that he might share even these doubts and worries with him. His own features shift so readily into a frown of sorts, his look one of curiosity at the simplicity with which Sebastian so seemed to respond to his own concern. One followed by that sense of relief and too a warm simper. The vampire so very unconcerned, in turn, with how their lives might change in some sense after their visit to Naples. Ah, but he was sure his very heart might ache with love for this man! He continues with his own meal, silent for a moment in that contemplation before his gaze lingers again upon his lover. That soft smile still in place.

"It truly would not bother you that others might seek to know where we are at all times?"

It was, after all, perhaps more than Sebastian realised very much now a matter of we. After all, that which was important to him, would in turn, be important to Italy. Sebastian too so about to fall under the protection of his own royal guard and the crown of Naples itself. It was such a thought as this that so lingered within his mind throughout that meal, Dorian eating perhaps more than he had since his youth in one sitting before he was quite assured he could eat no more. Only to find there was a dessert still to be had. For all the talk the world made of how Italians so loved to eat he is assured the English were just as determined! It was only after that meal and too that dessert that Dorian at last rose from the table upon Sebastian's suggestion they might partake of that Christmas walk the English seemed so fond off. The pair so given that privacy once more as the servants retired to their own affairs, Dorian determined to thank each in turn for the effort they had gone to today before at last accompanying Sebastian outside to stroll about those gardens. How refreshing the evening air was given to be and too how needed he is sure that walk was after he had eaten more food than he ever recalled. His hand reaches easily for Sebastian's own then, entwining their fingers in that manner that came so naturally now, that lightly falling snow so catching within his eyelashes and forcing him to blink. His voice entirely soft now, for the night was soft and silent and it seemed as if he should be too. How peaceful it was.

"I asked this of you at dinner this evening, Mon Cher, because I worry that all that so comes with my being King might prove overwhelming for you when we reach Naples. It should not be fair of me not to prepare you for that, in the least."

It was only fair, after all, to at least inform his lover that there was, in the very least, bound to be quite the fuss over their return. It would fade in time and yet he should not like his lover to be caught off guard in any sense. A simper of sorts finds his lips then, Dorian allowing his gaze to return to his lover as they strolled. A touch of amusement tainting his words now.

"Do you know, Bastian, your rank of Baron is so recognised within my own courts? Yet, I fear your new rank might so overrule it. I know not whether you are aware of it but in all of Italy the only title higher then Consort- is King. They, my people, are going to bow to you as they would me. I did not want you to be surprised when this so occurred."

Dorian Aragona