Sebastian Ellington

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

Sebastian could scarcely imagine a household nearly as taxing as one with so many children running through it's halls, though he supposed that a palace was, by definition, no typical household. Still, he hadn't quite truly realized the sheer number of siblings Dorian had in his youth till now, that mental picture nearly tripling in size as he listened, with clear interest, as his lover spoke of his childhood. He hardly anticipated the King to inquire upon his own siblings, in turn, however.. After all, Sebastian rarely spoke of their existence altogether to any, though hardly out of any ill memories. His time with them had been altogether fleeting in the expanse of immortality that had spanned out after them. It was quite likely that even his own household of servants was just as ignorance of their lives. The vampire shook his head ever so slightly in response to Dorian's questioning, "No, I was the second born son, third child. I had an older sister, Sophia, though she was wed when I was very young. Then there was my brother, John. He married well though died not long after I did, he and his wife never had children. There was myself, and then I had younger two step sisters, Caroline and Katherine." In truth, Sebastian looked quite fondly on each of his siblings, that dynamic of his own family vastly different than that of his lover's experience. He could scarcely say they were not without their own share of...difficulties, but even those times were easily overshadowed by those more favorable recollections.

And yet, despite the fashion in which that discussion had so shifted to his own familial lines, the vampire's attention remained entirely steadfast upon those lingering questions he so held of this Matteo. There was certainly a lingering apprehension within the Englishman at the notion of meeting any one of great importance to his lover - but one whom was regarded as not only a finicky creature by nature but whom could be so speculated to have sired the man he so cherished certainly added an entirely different brush of trepidation for the vampire. Still, he dared not speak of his own observations or suspicions of the man, the very sentence was surely far too blasphemous for even Sebastian to utter to his own boyfriend. Instead, he simply found himself forced to accept that the possibility of so stumbling upon this Matteo during that oncoming trip to Naples as a very real possibility. His head bobbed ever so slightly in understanding as Dorian attempted to describe, as politely as possible, the nature of that fae he'd clearly relied upon so steadfastly for all those years. He was, perhaps in some ways, a man after the vampire's own heart. And yet, somehow, Dorian had managed to subdue him perhaps in the same fashion the fae King's mother might have managed the same feat.

Even the presence, or lack there of, in regards to this Matteo had been accepted by the vampire better than the King's attempts to so shield him from the truth of what life had been like behind those gilded doors until quite recently. The truth of the matter, however, was scarcely what he had wanted to hear and yet, it sounded just as bleak as one might so anticipate of a five hundred year old eco-system with resources veritably non-existent in any real nature. It was those words of some driven to madness by the never ending repetition, the fashion in which they had all seemingly forgotten what true life was, and the way in which even the smallest glimpses of real sunlight were so chased after in envy that saw the Englishman's lips twist into the smallest glimpse of a frown. In those delicate moments, he was offered a true glimpse of understanding of the state of Naples, the state of that palace, and too that eternal look of awe and wonder that so easily and frequently could be drawn upon his lover's features. And yet, even all that comprehension could hardly make up for those dismal memories he had so forced Dorian to relive in that telling, the guilt of such tugging at his heart as he offered the King those two simple words - I'm sorry.

The fashion in which the monarch so brushed off that apology was hardly startling in the least, rather, it was that eternal optimism that so penetrated those darkened moments that so caught the vampire off guard. It was a trait that was so sharply in contrast with his own persona. On the outside, of course, he was always given to a more pleasant demeanor, simply internalizing those less than favorable thoughts, and yet, how he dwelled upon them when left to his own devices! A weak simper crossed his features, if only for his lover's benefit as Dorian spoke so fondly of showing him the magnificent sights to behold in that home that had been his prison for so very long. It was, however, that mention of another truth that caught the vampire's attention, his head tilted ever so slightly to the side. "Hmm?" He inquired softly, releasing his lover's hand as the fae began to shift. His own blue eyes remained entirely settled upon Dorian, as they so often were, watching as the man move to nearly settle in his lap. That press upon his lips was more akin to a genteel caress then the often times more frenzied ones they indulged in, and yet, Sebastian enjoyed this one too all the same.

His own hands settled upon Dorian's waist as the man's fingers entangled within his dirty blond locks. His gaze fluttered open, watching the King as he began to speak in a whispered tone. The prospect of all the places they could go, all the things they could share, of the very world at their feet, together, was enough to bring a small simper to the vampire's features. He nodded ever so slowly, "Wherever you wish to go, Ma Bichette." The vampire so promised him in return. The world was Dorian's for the taking, now that he had been set free from that curse that had bound him for so long and Sebastian was determined to see through it. All too eagerly, the vampire's lips pressed against Dorian's own, so matching that fervor with an relentless adoration of his own, that closeness simply desires in the aftermath of those stories the paired had shared and, for a few moments, the vampire was entirely content to steal more than just that first offered kiss. Unfortunately, the carriage of that Ferris Wheel had begun to slow, ever so slightly as they dipped once again below the roof of the nearby buildings, coming to an end of that ride. Sebastian rose from that bench, offering his lover his hand as he led him towards the door of that ride and yet, this time, a more genuine simper fluttered across his features as Dorian spoke of those bruises that now littered his frame from that ice he had been so determined to master. "Oh, just wait until tomorrow." The vampire responded with an altogether knowing glimpse within his eye, those bruises were surely nothing in comparison to the simple ache that would be apart of the King's future. He led the fae towards the edge of that carriage, simply stepping with ease back onto solid ground, his fingertips still nestled within Dorian's own, ensuring he too had found that place where he belonged - back at Sebastian's side.