you were the answer to my dreams

That notion that the royal advisor might so attempt to part the pair of lovers simply in order to put the Englishman to work was enough to cause his eyebrows to raise ever so slightly in consideration. "Work?" He inquired, wholly unsure what such a thing would truly consist of. After all, Sebastian had done near little of the 'work' that those servants often saw to, his own occupation of a more higher regard than anything such as that and yet it was the singular facet of 'the others' that so caught the vampire's attention. "Do you often bring home rogue vampires that Benito puts to work?" He inquired, clearly amused at this notion. And yet, for all his decided efforts to so remain wholly light hearted for his lover on this particular evening, he could hardly deny that he too appreciated the ability to remain entirely close to the monarch all the same, his lips brushing ever so sweetly against those he had kissed nearly thousands of times before in an effort to further solidify those words he offered his boyfriend but moment's later - that he too much preferred the King's presence then to do without. It was that simple fact that made the vampire altogether dread their inevitable return to Sacrosanct and that inevitable separation.

Nevertheless, such dismal thoughts were altogether interrupted by the appearance of one particularly elderly man, one whom so clearly insisted upon ensuring his services were provided even if they were altogether not needed. He was altogether a curiosity of sorts to the Englishman, it had been so long since any had offered any cure of the herbal nature or declared someone 'not lively enough', much less since he'd heard the phrasing 'delicate constitution'. This physician seemed as if he had quite literally stepped from the history books, though Sebastian himself was quickly discovering it was more akin to he whom had stepped back in time. Oh, Elizabeth would have had a veritable fit if she'd heard their diagnoses! And yet, despite the age of that medical advice, and too, the undeniable wrongness of it all, the vampire remained nothing but the very epitome of politeness, even if the words he uttered were more akin to that 'double speak' that his own era was particularly known for. After all, he was altogether assured Dorian was well aware of his own thoughts on this charlatan by the King's restrained efforts to remain altogether stern.

The poor soul! He had hardly anticipated the pride that physician had taken within that singular complement. His head bobbed ever so sternly towards the elder gentleman, reciting those instructions to display his own understanding, "Twice a day, yes sir." His eyebrow raised ever so slightly as he was informed it was ill advised to not excite his lover too greatly - an activity he truly enjoyed in more ways than one. A soft sigh left his lips, those crystalline eyes settling upon his companion, "That is quite a shame..." He spoke, far more to the King then the physician that busied himself with placing his peculiar objects back in that large bag that was nearly quite the size of that elderly gentleman himself. His gaze flickered towards that doctor, simply watching as he shuffled his way to the those large doors, to leave the pair of men to themselves once again. Even Sebastian found himself unable to help the rueful grin that crossed his features, his gaze immediately shifting to the King at his side. "Oh, please don't." He responded, waving off this apology in the same fashion he so often did any others that came before it, "He is...endearing I suppose." Sebastian added, his eyes briefly shifting towards the door before his head shook from side to side, quite clearly still amused with the guidance he had been given.

The vampire had scarcely a notion of those thoughts that so lingered upon the mind of the fae monarch, himself entirely preoccupied with that cup of tea nestled between those long, slender fingertips. The warmth it provided him was, perhaps, a majority of his adoration for the substance in his death, that amber liquid so had a way of filling his cold chest with a residual heat that made him all too keen to simply sip that beverage for as long and as often as he was capable of getting away with. It was certainly Dorian alone that was able to pull him away from that fine china, an act the effortlessly accomplished upon voicing his desire to show the vampire other facets that the exquisite palace so had in store for them. A warm simper blossomed across his features as he placed that cup delicately down upon the saucer it had previously occupied, that teasing tone immediately earned the King his attention as the lithe fae so darted from his reach. "Careful now, you might excite yourself too much, you know you have a delicate constitution." He retorted, fully intending to use Geoffrey words against his lover in the same fashion Dorian had so attempted to do.

Nevertheless, the vampire was entirely willing to fit his hand into that familiar grasp of his lover's, hardly releasing it even after he had regained his footing. He followed the King from that exorbitantly decorated room, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly in vague inquisitiveness as Dorian so made an effort to step away from him in favor of those lingering feminine figures that so diligently stood before that entryway in case their services too were required. Sebastian hardly pried, however, merely letting his head tilt to the side as his vibrant gaze remained steadfast upon Dorian in the same fashion it so often did. A questioning glance was all that was given the monarch as he returned but moment's later, that look that was nestled upon his features alone spoke volumes to the vampire. He was quite clearly contriving some sort of plan though what, Sebastian hadn't the faintest notion. Those words of reassurance that left Dorian's lips were quite purposefully veiled, of that the Englishman was certain and yet, he knew well enough to asking the man to explain himself was entirely foolish. Dorian was entirely capable of being the very definition of enigmatic when it so suited him, as it so often did. And so, instead, Sebastian took a different route entirely, "More pleasing than chocolate filled croissants?" He inquired, his tone as chipper as it had been the entirety of this evening, "I'm not sure very much can be more pleasing than that." It was a challenge that echoed not only in those foreign lyrics but too in the corner of his eyes, the vampire apparently keen enough to set his lover against himself in this game of secrecy.

Despite this, he followed the King down that marbled staircase and towards the floor beneath them. His bright blue eyes traced the facets of those walls, polished in marble and cast in gold. His own fingertips trailed against that cold wall, his eyes for once straying from the King to instead observe the art that adorned the walls and those subtle yet, altogether glistening details. It was a shame, really, that so much of the palace looked as if it had scarcely been attended to in quite a long time, even if the evidence was wholly hidden. Those layers of dust, however, only further called to the vampire's curiosity. He couldn't help but to wonder what sort of rooms laid behind those multitude of doors. Nevertheless, he remained the polite guest that he was, following his host as Dorian continued to move beyond those rooms that hardly interested him and towards their destination, whatever it so happened to be. In fact, it wasn't until his bright blue eyes fell upon a particular portrait that Sebastian found himself pausing. There was something familiar of those features painted upon the canvas, a feeling that so tugged at him as he stared up at that oiled canvas, it took the Englishman a moment to place that it was Dorian himself that he stared at, the picture clearly from centuries long in the past, as the King perhaps might have been when these halls were still bustling with activity and it's people still free to come and go.

A warm simper crossed his features as he eyed that long hair and those clinging tights, a singular eyebrow arching upwards in a dubious fashion as Dorian attempt to explain away those fashion choices of years long gone. He was content to stare at it for a moment longer in clear contemplation of those tight fitted clothing. "I can't even imagine it." He spoke after a moment, his gaze shifting to the fae King's features a the man tugged upon his hand. A glimpse of surprise crossed Sebastian's own face at the realization of that slight pink hue that afflicted his lover's cheeks. It was a rarity, entirely, to find Dorian embarrassed in any fashion and yet - this, it seemed, was the monarch's weakness. A soft chuckle left Sebastian's lips as he shook his head ever so slightly, "The portraits of my youth don't do much better, Ma Biche." He offered, though in truth he was perhaps just as eager to ensure those paintings remained in his past where they belonged. At least, those ones that contained his brother and himself when they were both wayward boys who had to be bribed to stand as long as that artist had required it of them.

It was, rather, the presence of those guards that caught the vampire's attention, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly in suspicion as Dorian led the pair ever closer towards that door they stood before. Their simple existence, and the implication that whatever remained behind that door required their constant supervision, had a fashion of coaxing a feeling of wariness within him. He paused at the head of those spiraling steps, his gaze shifting to the King. It was the simple absence of Dorian's own concern that saw him step down onto that flight of stairs, continuing to follow the King with utter faith.

Sebastian Ellington