Sebastian Ellington

Cause i've been dancing with shadows
waiting till the morning after

The usually worrisome vampire had scarcely considered that the man nestled within his lap might consider his sins so great to somehow taint his own views of that soul he was so closely and innately tied to. He was aware, vaguely and only by the King's own admission that the weight he bared upon his shoulders distressed him, though truly Sebastian hadn't the slightest inkling as to why. He knew well the complicated interplays of court, the steadfast heart of soldiers and their often unwillingness to so question their monarch for simple fear of those fires of hell their monarch was so capable of bringing down upon them. In truth, Sebastian would have been far greater astonished if Dorian had managed to do anything at all with the cards he had been dealt in those nearly traumatic situations. After all, the simple fact that those deaths so haunted his lover was enough to reassure him, entirely, that he had hardly chosen incorrectly. Rather, Sebastian was entirely enraptured with far less meaningful details of that tale that Dorian so weaved, entirely dismissing those regrets for the more intriguing contemplation of the particulars of his lover's confinement for so much of his life. It was but in that silence that seemed to last in the aftermath of that story that so finally saw the vampire's gaze shift to the fae King's silver irises, that cautionary look so prompting those softened words of reassurance that so left his lips.

He watched that look of relief that so filled his lover's features, his whole body relaxing against that bench and too his own lap in turn. A small simper crossed his features as his fingers gingerly caressed the fae King's locks, content to entangle his fingers in Dorian's hair in a touch of silent affection. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly, watching Dorian as he admitted that, perhaps the vampire was at least somewhat accurate. That rank he had held at the time had hardly provided him the ability to make a terrible difference in that fateful moment. There was little he knew he could say to so sooth those regrets, any words that would have left his lips would have surely been hypocritical for him to even mention when those ghosts of his past still haunted him with just as much fervor and when his own actions could possible be explained away in the same fashion. There was nothing else either of them could have done. Instead, the vampire simply nodded in understanding and yet, he hardly allowed his lover's thoughts to so linger in such dejecting places for so terribly long. Sebastian knew well the rabbit hole that such contemplations could so drag and individual to if left to dwell, though, perhaps it was hardly surprising he had experienced his own fair share of such dismal considerations.

Such a desire to simply distract his lover sure saw the vampire delve into those inquiries that so idly had begun to pile within his own thoughts as he inquired to weather or not Dorian was even remotely aware of the man that had so ruled the Kingdom in his stead for the past five hundred years, much less if the government knew of his existence, or the people. The rest of the world, after all, had been wholly oblivious, he was sure. He hardly even knew Italy still had a King and yet, he had still accepted Dorian's insistence of his titles with little consideration. In truth, it hadn't mattered quite till now those titles he wore or the truth behind them. All that had ever mattered to the undead Englishman was Dorian himself. His lips pressed together ever so slightly as Dorian assured him that, not only was the entirety of his country aware of his existence but too they were indeed looking for him, even if it was done as quietly as possible. That possibility that Dorian might be unsafe within his own palace, however, caused Sebastian's eyebrows to raise ever so skeptically with a hint of altogether confusion. Wait a second here...why exactly did they fear for his safety? It seemed to him those that they had tried to protect him from had scooped the fae King up without even the slightest of difficulty.

He was hardly oblivious to the fashion that their arrival within the country would surely create an upstart, though even this hardly fully registered to the vampire. It wasn't often that he was so overwhelmed with that desire for knowledge and yet, when those needs so struck, he was hardly as patient as the King he so adored. It was perhaps only natural that Dorian's safety so lingered upon the forefront of his mind as he reclined back upon the weight of his hand, "We should be watchful then." He commented simply, so thinking of the airport and the trip from that busy hub and to the heart of that Italian city where that palace and that perceived safety so awaited them. In those moments, they would perhaps be their most vulnerable, especially if the country as a whole knew of Dorian's existence. Perhaps he was a bit...cocky and yet, the truth was Sebastian was perhaps not as concerned as he should have been. After all, with himself at Dorian's side, he was relatively assured he was capable of so taking on those rogue individuals, particularly if it was the King's life at stake. For Dorian alone, he was perhaps willing to so give into those temptations for that bloodlust he so often pushed deeper into himself.

Rather, it was perhaps those more innocent questions that so lingered with so profound need to be addressed that so spilled from his lips, his gaze leaving the fae King's own to stare out upon that city in idle thought. "How did you sign an agreement with the minister if no one could enter the palace or leave? How did your servants even function in that? How did you even get food in that? Did they all die of starvation? I mean...you could do an indoor garden but then'd have to still get dirt from outside. Is your court all immortal or did they just all live and die in the palace...but wouldn't that make your catacombs get awful full in five hundred years? Why would they even be worried about your safety if no one can even get in through the windows?" This last fact alone was entirely baffling to the vampire, perhaps most of all. The semantics of this curse Dorian had so become beset to had, apparently, taken up the entirety of his interest, enough so that he hadn't considered truly how rude such line of questioning might be seen or, if the answers to such things were less than pleasant, how the memories of such a dismal time might so linger upon the King's mind. After all, perhaps, tonight, those lines of politeness and morality could perhaps be forgiven? And yet, even this consideration hadn't lingered upon his mind long before a far more terrible thought crossed his mind.

After all, Sebastian remembered well what Victorian London had been like before modern plumbing had populated the city. He could hardly help the shudder of horror at the realization of what they must have done for five hundred years if Dorian's palace had been filled with mortals with no entry way available to them. Dear Lord, what was his lover taking him into?! If everything was like it had been of the past? What if he had to sleep on a lumpy feather bed that hadn't been changed in five hundred years?! What about the linens?! No showers, no heat? Did they have hot water? Five hundred year old bathtubs?! His features contorted ever so slightly, even without his realization at those modern conveniences he had so taken advantage of long enough to almost be remiss about returning to that era he had so long ago left behind.