That look of longing that so existed upon his companion's features as they drove away from all the beauty that was Belton was hardly lost upon the ancient Fae. They had stayed but a handful of days within that house and yet even Dorian had found himself terribly fond of it in just that short time. The difficulty of leaving behind something so cherished was, perhaps, one he knew well and as such his hand had simply found his lovers own before softly assuring him they would come back. Sebastian was so very alive within England. The vampire seemed to flourish within his native homeland, Dorian assured he had never seen Sebastian smile quite this much or so readily over even the smallest of things. The very spirit of the holidays so having found them both and yet too- Dorian could hardly deny his own excitement at so seeing this 'London' his lover spoke off with those eagerly passionate words. To learn that Sebastian had not one, but several houses within that bustling city had been of great intrigue to the man, the one they so arrived at, Lancaster House, seemingly more opulent then even Belton had been. While that historic, country home had held within it all the charm and beauty and peacefulness of the country, this one seemed all the grander, busier and veritably filled with treasures Dorian took ample delight in discovering. The art that lined the hallways had been a great point of interest, the Fae King so having stored a plethora of questions within his mind in regards to Sebastian's family to be so brought up when the time was right and yet here and now he was content to observe those very great difference between English and Italian art. The man moving with due care from painting to painting, Sebastian so having caught him several times in those halls admiring such things over and over.

It was perhaps, this evident love of art in all its forms that had so inspired the vampire to coax him from the warmth and splendour of that home and out onto those bustling streets. London was far busier than even the city from which they had come! Dorian remaining very near attached to Sebastian's side for fear of losing the man in those crowds and yet, for all his worry, he too found himself so utterly awed by that busy city with its traffic and people and lights and music so glorious! Those art museums in which they found themselves had proven to be a ready favourite of the Fae King. Painting upon painting, sculptures, tapestries and all other forms of art so delighting him. Some museums having gone on for several floors with Dorian determined to see each one, the man unable to wipe that smile from his features for the entirety of the evening. It was the Royal Observatory, perhaps, that had proven to be very near too much for the man. He so adored stars, the ability to view them up close having astounded him entirely and yet the very notion of Space, something that had, until this very moment, been utterly unknown to him had been a concept so vast and so large that the Monarch had struggled to comprehend it at all. Dorian instead having so stared wordlessly at those planets and cosmos and stars in some effort to have his mind comprehend that, which in his own time, had simply not existed. Yet even he could not deny the beauty of it, even if he was sure he may never understand it.

Even the glory of art and the majesty of space however had been all but cast aside upon that evening spent within the museum of natural history. While he had so struggled to comprehend space he did not struggle near so much to understand the concept of dinosaurs. Creatures that had become extinct before his own time. Dorian, whom was so used to being the oldest thing in any room had been so taken with the creatures and their colossal height that, had Sebastian not very near carried him to another room, he is assured he would never have left at all. How grand they were, how glorious and terrifying all at once! To think, these were their very bones, the real thing! His mind, he is sure, has never been as excited as this. The man so having read each and every informational plaque in his utter quest to understand them and so gain any knowledge that might be available to him. How a mind as curious as his own might flourish in a place like this! Sebastian, ever patient, hardly seemed to protest those hours spent in the museum. Their progression, at last, into another room having resulted in that wonderment all over again at the discovery of whales. An animal as large as any dinosaur and yet still in existence today. Sebastian's attempts to so convince him of their relative safety and inability to appear within the shallows of the beach however were met with dubious looks. Dorian remaining wholly unsure as to whether they were a creature to be feared or not. The Fae King having left that museum with several gift store books that featured those dinosaurs and one upon the marvels of the ocean.

It was that towering clock, Big Ben, that so assured Dorian the naming of inanimate objects was perhaps a trait akin to all of England as opposed to Sebastian himself. The Fae King allowing himself to be lead to those cafes for tea and pubs for drinks he had never tried before. Dorian, several times, having fallen asleep on the car ride home if only for the exhaustion that so came with discovering the world. Tonight however, he was bundled within those clothes upon Sebastian's assurance that a good portion of their evening would be spent outdoors. Dorian hardly having forgotten the mans promise to show him this 'skating' he had spoken off within Belton's gardens. Of all he had pictured of such an activity though, the reality he was presented with was perhaps vastly different, Dorian eyeing those skaters from his place outside the rink with a distinct inquisitiveness. Sebastian's mention of special shoes and too, that gliding motion they seemed to move with so saw his features frown but slightly in contemplation. How easy they made it look! The thought no sooner having crossed his mind then one beginner skater suddenly seemed to lose her balance, crashing down onto the ice with a yelp as Dorian's eyes widened, uncertainty tainting his features as he turned to the vampire now.

"Are you assured this is a safe activity?"

The woman had already returned to her feet and yet Dorian remained dubious as he seated himself upon that allocated bench, watching as Sebastian presented him with a pair of skates, the vampire moving to display that silver blade upon the bottom of the shoe. A weaponised shoe? This was entirely unexpected, the Monarch so eyeing it curiously and yet that thing, narrow blade was sensible given its purpose. A look of understanding dawning within his eyes in that moment as a simper so found his lips- pleased to have so connected that blade with the ice. He was careful however, to do just as Sebastian had said, avoiding that blade entirely as he tied those shoes to his feet. Despite his consorts warning that he need balance when he stood the Fae was still caught wholly off guard, the man wobbling about, unused to balancing in such a fashion and too the heaviness of his own foot when fitted with that skate. Dorian grasping at that bench to keep himself upright, eyeing the manner in which Sebastian stood so well.

"You make this appear terribly easier then it is."

It did not take long, however, before the Fae had so mastered remaining upright on those rubber mats in the least, the man learning swiftly enough to balance his feet and weight in that manner required to stay upright. A simper of satisfaction traced his lips before he gestured at last towards the ice. If he could walk upon this then how difficult could ice truly be? It was with this new and yet surely misguided confidence that the man so moved to follow Sebastian onto that ice, Dorian so mistakenly attempting to walk in much the same fashion as he did upon the mats. He had taken barely a step, perhaps two at the most, when one leg so slid out from beneath him. The Fae so struggled to maintain his balance, such efforts seeing his other leg slip to the side before the rather distinct â€"thud- of him tumbling onto his back echoed across the ice leaving an utterly dazed Monarch blinking upward in shock. Any effort Sebastian might have made to cover his snickering failing entirely. A child several feet away making no effort to conceal his laughter as Dorian so fixed her with something akin to a glare

"Don't you dare laugh Bastian, I can hear you. You mean to tell me you English enjoy this- humiliation?"

A huff of sorts so parted his lips and yet, beneath it, their existed that good humor still. Dorian hardly failing to see the slight amusement to this, even if he chose not to admit it in that moment as he so contemplated just how to get up.....

"Perhaps when I get up I might hang onto that wall a bit and then you might erase from your mind how utterly ungraceful I am when sprawled across the ice."

Dorian Aragona