It was surely only for the fact that such a ride as this was so very sedate that saw the Fae King achieve any measure of confidence in it. The wheel was smooth, slow moving and even as it began to climb upward in an effort to reach that eventual zenith it was in a decidedly steady. Sebastian too, seemed anything but concerned and based upon such observations as this Dorian had so come to the conclusion that there was little to be feared. Even so, as he raised himself from that seat to stand beside his lover and cast his gaze across that cityscape, his hand gripped that railing rather tightly all the same. A reaction of sorts he was not yet quite capable of preventing. After all, simple though a Ferris Wheel surely was it too- was a decidedly modern apparatus, one that so exceeded the understandings of his own time and as such was something of a struggle for his mind to comprehend. Four hundred and forty three feet high! It was almost impossible to imagine. Indeed, no one within his time would ever have dared to dream it save perhaps Leonardo and yet here it existed before his very eyes. How much he had missed! He is careful, however, to prevent any such thoughts taking hold within his mind. After all, it was a dejecting thing to so consider all the things he had missed, all the life he had failed to live and such thoughts so rarely brought him any joy. Instead, he had so come to take pleasure in the consideration of all he might do to make up for what he had missed, in the life he sought to live now, one made all the better by the man at his side whom seemed perhaps equally as willing to show to him the world he had been denied.

It was fitting perhaps, that such thoughts might linger within his mind only to have Sebastian step closer then, the vampires fingers resting gently on his waist in some subtle reminder that the Ferris Wheel surely was safe. His lover so having responded to that increased tempo of his heart perhaps and too- that nervousness such height seemed to bring about within him. He allowed his grip upon that rail to slacken, even if only a little, before twisting to place his empty mug upon the seat within the centre of the floating glass room, his silver gaze hardly failing to eye Sebastian's still rather full mug in turn and yet for now at least he so allowed the man to enjoy unencumbered before pressing back against his side. It was those dazzling lights that seemed to hold his attention more readily now. How they mesmerized him! His gaze cast out as far and wide as he could see, the city seeming to encompass any and everything, travelling on and on into the darkness until Dorian is so prompted to consider whether even Sebastian, in his own long life, had seen it all. A look of surprise so manages to touches his features then, Dorian having failed to consider perhaps just how long it had been since his lover had truly called this city home rather than merely returning to visit every now and then. Sebastian himself to admitting to the changes within it during that time, Dorian's own thoughts so resulting in that look of inquisitiveness all the same as he regarded the man beside him.

"Perhaps I might be mistaken, though I am doubtful of it, but you seem to love this country dearly. Why, after you left, did you not return to live here?"

He could guess at those reasons for the man's departure from the city that glittered before them now and yet even if such a place held within it those memories the vampire held no desire to relive in any sense, to never return with any permanency to the country of his birth was a curious notion to the Monarch. After all, he seemed to miss it, Sebastian's gaze having lingered upon Belton until it was entirely out of sight and it was that very longing that so afforded Dorian that curiosity perhaps- as to why his lover had not returned in all those years with a desire to stay. It was that very thought too, that so prompted but a touch of a simper upon his own lips, Dorian hardly failing to consider that, had Sebastian returned to England and so bypassed that city they now called home, then surely they would never have met at all. The Fae King so unable to find any fault in Sebastian's choice of country when it so came down to that consideration in the least. To so imagine his existence without the man at his side as he was now was a thought so dreadful he hardly dared to think it. His attention caught instead by that mention of the palace as the vampire dutifully pointed out its location. There was something by way of intrigue, surely, in how the monarchy of another country might function. Dorian finding himself curious once more as to whether or not, in such modern times, the Queen of this very nation ever summoned her court to its fullest extent and whether or not the Barons, such as Sebastian, might be required to attend as they had done within those ages past. To learn that such events hardly seemed to take place any longer brought the faintest of frowns to his features, this notion that such things were little more than ceremony these days was almost alarming to him, his gaze held upon his lover with no small measure of surprise.

"Your Queen does not seem very busy. Although, is she not terribly old?"

It would seem, at least by Sebastian's explanation, that the Queen that so governed this country had resigned herself to handing out medals and signing papers she did not truly care to look at. These seemed curious tasks to that ancient Fae and yet mortals so tended to have a habit of aging poorly. Perhaps she was simply building towards her retirement, Dorian unwilling to judge his fellow ruler to harshly just yet, his gaze readily moving to follow Sebastian's own as he pointed out those further landmarks, a grin so readily adorning the Fae's features at having these places noted. What a glorious cathedral! He would, next time, so have Sebastian take him to see it upon the ground. His silver gaze moving then towards the royal opera house with a ready intrigue before he was so prompted to share but that fleeting memory of the only English Monarch he had truly met in any real sense. Amusement touching his features at the memory of the man's terrible haircut that had amused most women rather than attracted them and yet, for all the faults of the man he had been one of the very few in all of history- to so marry for love. How daring that was! Yet too- how successful that union had proven to be. His attention returns in full to that window as the wheel reaches but that highest point, holding them high and above the city, Dorian so unable to prevent that look of wonder that adorned his features now. How high they were! How vast the city! The very stars above seeming to reflect the lights below until Dorian finds himself so very taken with such a scene as this and the simple perfection of this moment.

How foolish he had once been to think of those lights as candles! It was very near embarrassing, the man hardly caring to consider too deeply all those other perfectly foolish things he had certainly subject Samantha and Sebastian too in turn though his own ignorance and yet too- how they made him chuckle now to think of it. Such thoughts readily part his lips, seeing the Fae King offer just that, Sebastian so seeming to seize upon this momentary tease with one of his own. The vampire daring to comment that his learning, until this point, had been merely adequate. One eye lifts readily upward, Dorian unable to prevent that simper that rested upon his lips all the same as he so regarded the man before him with a look almost incredulous, his eyes rolling but softly before another thought so seemed to taint his features. His shoulders lifting in the softest of shrugs.

"Would you care to see something I have learned? You will like it I assure you, even if I am but adequate at it."

He hardly waited, truly, for any really response from the man before so closing what small distance existed between them, the silver of his gaze meeting the blue of his lovers own as he allowed one hand to reach upward and- in a manner near father light- so grace the vampires cheek and focus the entirety of his attention where is surely should be. So firmly on Dorian himself. It was easy then, to so coax Sebastian's lips to his own in a kiss that was anything but chaste, the Fae allowing his hands to slide downward to rest on the man's waist knowing well Sebastian was entirely prone to lifting his own hands to rest either side of Dorians neck in turn. The Monarch, in that moment, determined to assure he did just that, allowing his tongue to sweep across his lovers lower lip and so encourage him to part them and afford Dorian his very favourite type of kiss. The Fae King content to savour that very moment when the scent and taste of his companion seemed truly overwhelming, the King so determined to afford his companion a truly excellent kiss before at last pulling away with that simper in place.

"See? I have learned this very well. If I kiss you just the way you like you will lift up your hands and in doing so you will put your chocolate down. Now it is my chocolate."

His own hand so simply lifts then, that warm mug of cocoa held within it, slipped so easily off the railing Sebastian had apparently placed it upon in that single moment of heated embrace. Dorian lifting it readily to his own lips now, entirely content to pilfer that remaining marshmallow within it, his own grin firmly in place as he savoured that chocolate taste he had won, his form easing back now to sit atop that seat within the centre. He waited only so long as it took his lover to sit, Dorian wholly content then to lay lengthways across the bench, resting his head on Sebastian's leg in that room of glass so surrounded by London's lights. He took another sip off chocolate then before so at last offering it back to the vampire.

"Bastian? Did I ever tell you how it was I came to be away from Italy at all? I think perhaps I should tell you off it."

Dorian Aragona