Sebastian Ellington

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

The vampire was hardly oblivious in the least to all those truths that had finally been uttered in that particularly long tale. He understood, at least to a far better extent, the dynamics that had existed in what he could only assume was his lover's particularly large family. The tension that seemed to exist between himself and his siblings and father seemed to suggest something far greater then the mere existence of his tender heart. After all, hearts could be hardened and cooled and yet - his family seemed to hardly even attempt that. Rather, it suggested as if they had washed their hands of his lover altogether. It was a destressing notion, to hear of how poorly his boyfriend had been treated, that simple fact so coaxing to life that flare of protectiveness within him that he was so terribly prone to. It was, perhaps, a blessing they had passed through this life - though such a sentiment was one he'd never say to his beloved. And so, instead, Sebastian chose to say nothing at all, much less acknowledge the realization that such a tale had prompted. What mattered now, he was assured, was that they had long since left this world, so freeing his boyfriend from any further injury of their existence, emotional or otherwise.

Rather then such question Dorian's legitimacy to the crown, a topic that he was full aware was blasphamous to even suggest, particularly if the King had not considered the fact that he was but the only fae within the entirity of his family, it was the semantics of that confinement that had so wholly captured the vampire's attention. Combined, naturally, with his wariness of those very hunters that had kidnapped the King in the first place. After all, his lover's safety and happiness were eternally at the forefront of his mind. For this, there was perhaps no length in which he was unwilling to go. Once that first question so fell from his lips, however, a near plethora followed soon after as he so contemplated how one would simply live as lavishly as a King was expected to for such a length of time when comfined to a singular, though no less surely exquisite and vast, building. The comings and goings, the signing of treaties, safety, food - it was all entirely vexing to the undead creature. Despite these thoughts that lingered upon the forefront of his mind, he could hardly help the other realizations too, however. Once, the pair surely had been within mere miles of each other. Once, whilst he was busying himself with his studies aborad, Dorian was simply there, waiting. It was perhaps that inner romantic that could hardly help the notion of adding that - perhaps the entire time, Dorian was simply waiting for him and yet, the notion lingered all the same, even as he commented on linens and bathtubs.

The prospect of those Hunter's however, so inturupted those thoughts of such petty and surely meaningless inquiries that had lingered upon the vampire's mind. His head bobbed ever so slightly at Dorian's admittance that he suspected those assailants were altogether oblivious, presently, of the King's location. Sebastian too had assumed such, after all, in the past few months there had surely been many opprotunities for them to recover their lost prize. Within that metropolis, Dorian had been without guard and, when traveling between Sebastian's own illustrious household and that far more industrial flat he called home, his boyfriend was often alone. However, even Sebastian had not fully concieved that Dorian's return might be noteworthy or even anounced beyond the borders of Italy, much less his own existence within the fae King's life. That simple suggestion of the 'attention' they might recieve in the upcoming days was enough to cause his eyebrows to raise ever so slightly and yet, he hardly commented on what such attention might be. After all, Dorian's court itself would surely be a fluster but - he hadn't considered that the fae was also intending to take his proper place as King rather then merely continuing to relay those commands to his Prime Minister in the same fashion he had done for the last five hundred years.

That touch of Dorian's fingers against his own was enough to prompt the vampire's lips into silence. That soft chuckle was entirely unexpected and yet, his own lips twisted into a small simper, those features contorting into a glimpse that boardered upon guilty and bashful that he'd so let those voiced thoughts get away from him. It was surely a rarity - after all he had be so virtually trained to be the epitome of composure in a variety of situations and yet, this one, had somehow gotten the best of him. His head bobbed ever so slightly in a small nodd of agreement, "I'm sorry." He commented, more out of that eternal presence of politeness that his country was so known for. That not everyone was confined by that spell weaved by that terribly old witch certainly served to clarify some of the vampire's nearly endless plethora of inquiries and yet, those details of this Matteo had certainly served to coax it's own array of curiosities all the same. His lips pressed together ever so slightly as Dorian so explained that Fae's association with his own mother. It was, perhaps, his own nature that such notion of 'friends' between man and woman left him altogether skeptical, more so that a Queen might take such interest in a mere Bannerman - and that too he should not only stay, despite being so old and as powerful as Dorian hinted, but remain as steadfastly loyal to her son. It was only natural, of course, to so consider that, perhaps he was the man whom had so fathered the man Sebastian so undoubtably adored. After all, it was without question that, whomever Dorian's father was, surely had to be of the immortal kind if his mother was not. The notion alone was enough to so coax those beginning glimpses of worry - after all, he hadn't quite been prepared for so meeting even one of the King's parents. Sebastian had been entirely assured such a facet would be an impossibility for both of them.

"Are you...close to this Matteo?" Sebastian inquired, his blue eyes suddenly lingering upon the King at this very question. After all, he hardly dared to so voice that hint of suspicion that had crossed his mind - for to be told he was incorrect was perhaps just as terrible as to be informed his suspicions true. Naturally, there was too the possibility that perhaps even Dorian himself had not considered such a thing entirely and even this was slightly distressing to behold. Perhaps that gentle prodding would be adaquate enough to so coaxing something further from his lover. That notion of teleportaion, in itself, hardly considered terribly much beyond the simple fact of how utterly convienent it must have assisted the Fae if he was indeed having an affair with the Queen and yet, he was hardly bothered by Dorian's description of this affinity enough to so correct the man with that word that so escaped him. It was, perhaps, an entirely beneficial thing that so many questions had left the vampire's lips initially, that change in topic managed to so subdue his concerns for the time being, his mind instead preoccupied by those particulars he had so inquired after. He had not contemplated that, in the wake of so discovering themselves trapped for an enternity, so many might so choose that continual immortality that was brought to them by enduring that process of so transforming into what the King himself was. Sebastian was entirely assured that, given the choice, he hardly would have chosen that life sentence of forever - at least, not without Dorian at his side. He was, perhaps, the only thing that might coax him to endeavor to face all the horrors that so came with that transition. Still, it was perhaps entirely selfish that caused the vampire's head to tilt to the side. Over a hundred fae - all within one place? It certainly called to those more predatory aspects of his nature. Their kind was, certainly, his favored flavor - particularly if they too were as untainted as his lover. That prospect of that taste he so relished was enough to cause his tongue to brush across his lips, and yet, he remained wholly attentive as Dorian so attempted to explain that their newfound status as fae afforded them little concerns for food and drink and other bodily needs, anything they wanted - they had been entirely capable of creating.

And yet, Sebastian was entirely assured there was a certain level of...disappointment in this too. If it was only the Fae there who could so create food, he could only assume that, over time, it too had lost it's flavor. How long was it until even those Fae forgot what the food should taste like? Till it all became a bland feast to enjoy simply for something to do? And yet, despite the fashion in which they had still retained the majority of those resources, there were some still that he was left to wondering. Like the linens! Did he have a fae-weaver like some sort of Rumpelstiltskin?! "What about candlesticks and fire wood and the linens, Dorian?!" Those questions fell all too bluntly from the Baron's lips, his gaze entirely expectant upon the King in those moments to so explain away these things too. He could, after all, scarcely believe that the fae's Court had continued in the same fashion it always had with such an exceedingly baffling stroke of, what he was assured, was sheer luck!

The vampire fell altogether silent in those moment's after as those fears that had so coaxed those guards to remain stationary at the front of that castle, so keeping the public away despite the curse that had fallen upon all those within. In truth, he had not considered the semantics of so coming and going by means others then the front door, a small frown so crossing his features in those moments before slowly nodding in a brief display of understanding. Perhaps, when it so came to royalty, it was best to be vigilant then to so risk the possibility of 'what if'. The notion of such, however, was altogether strange to the vampire. After all, no one had ever cared for his well-being enough to so prompt such safeguarding of him in the fashion that Italy had so done for Dorian. That sound of his name drew his blue eyes towards his companion, a soft sigh so leaving his lips in those moments after. "No..." He admitted with some hesitance, he trusted, entirely so, that the royal palace of Caserta was as breathtaking as it had so once been told to be and yet, he still found himself entirely inquisitive as to that which he was walking into all the same. "I've merely...gotten used to this era I suppose." He commented simply, his eyebrows furrowed in consideration. It wasn't so bad, really, to so walk into something akin to that world he was born into. He had survived that life well...no wait, actually he hadn't survived that life - but he had gotten along well enough that he was sure he was capable of doing so again. That soft brush of Dorian's lips against his knuckles caused his eyes to flicker down towards the man in his lap, those words of reassurance so brought a hint of a smile across his features. "I know." He commented, his head bobbing ever so slightly with a hint of certainty before his lips parted again, this question spoken somehow softer then all the rest. "How long has it been since you have been away?"