you were the answer to my dreams

It as perhaps wholly unsurprising that it was the simple notion of those more physical touches of affection that so immediately earned the fae King the entirety of the vampire's attention. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at those toying words that Dorian presented him with, that mere suggestion that the King might so deny him that brush of Dorian's fingers that he undoubtably craved more often than not. Though the thought alone was surely distressing in some fashion, he was fairly certain he was more than capable of so coaxing his lover to do more then sit by idly. "I suppose we should keep from jogging then, I would hate to be left to my own devices...although I'm sure you would enjoy the show..." His voice trailed off, that huskiness those more intimate thoughts tended to bring fully laced his accented voice. It was but all too eagerly that Sebastian leaned forward to let his lips brush against his lover's, his body leaned forward to press against the King's, his hand landing upon the man's waist with a clear desire to press Dorian beneath him and against the sofa. That nip upon his lip caused a soft moan from his lips, the vampire's entire body so desiring the King and yet, the way in which he so leaned away left the man entirely wanting.

A groan left his lips as Dorian's hand embraced his own, guiding him upwards and off that sofa. And yet, regardless, Sebastian was willing enough to follow, pausing only as his lover stepped away from him to so mutter softly to the maids that so eagerly awaited their needs. He waited until his lover was back at his side before querying idly on if this treat was perhaps anywhere near as pleasant as the pastries they had moments ago consumed, the King's answer and accompany mock consideration was enough to bring a simper on his features, though he knew well enough to question the monarch any further. After all, it was an entirely futile effort. Regardless, the vampire's crystalline gaze instead brushed across the cold marble of the halls of that palace, his eyes lingering upon those dusted closed doors. He could hardly deny his own curiosity at what laid beyond those doors and yet, it was wholly impolite to inquire after it. Dorian was, however, astute as ever to his lingering gaze, offering him a vague explanation of whom those rooms had once belonged to. That information extensive enough to provide at least a hint as to why they might have been ignored. After all, Sebastian himself had a home left in a similar state - nearly exactly the same as that day he had left it over a hundred years ago. His head bobbed ever so slightly in understanding, taking great care to not ask after it any further as he continued to follow his lover down those extensive halls.

That painting had, instead, altogether ensnared the vampire's attention. He paused in front painting, his head tilting ever so inquisitively to the side as his blue eyes so studiously eying that painting and the likeness of his lover immortalized within those flecks of paint. That warm simper crossed his features as he stared at that art, despite his lover's clear efforts to so move him beyond that painting and towards his original goal. "I don't know, I think it was quite fetching of you. You were irresistible." The vampire uttered in response, glancing over his shoulder as Dorian insisted he forget of its existence altogether. Still, it was the mention of those tights that caused a soft chuckle to leave the vampire's lips, his head shaking from side to side ever so slightly, "I am quite glad you never saw our swimwear." He was quite purposeful not to explain what such an outfit so consisted of, the memories of such were enough to cause a figurative shudder to run through him at that fashion faux pas that had once been so widely accepted. He was, at least, grateful that society had moved beyond their obsession with that.

Nevertheless, the vampire followed his lover easily enough down that hallway, his eyebrows furrowing only with a sense of weariness at the sight of those armed guards. He paused at the top that staircase, the presence of that well shined armour and the downward creeping of hose store stairs was enough to set him on edge, his crystalline gaze shifted towards the fae King. It was the presence of his lover's simper that saw the vampire willing enough to follow down those steps, trusting, in that moment within the man he so adored. He continued down further and further to what he was assured was beneath the palace itself, though truly he had little to make any real assumption with other than the lack of natural lighting and the time it took them to reach the bottom of the stairs. That well-guarded tunnel with it's glistening torches only further raised the Englishman's concern, his gaze drifting over their armor, greeting each bow with a slight nod of his head in the fashion one did with those of a lower station. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as they continued down that tunnel towards a pair of thick solid doors, his eyes tracing the features of it before Dorian himself so caught the vampire's attention.

That bafflement only seemed to further intensify at his lover's words, though it scarcely provided any kind of hint on what lay beyond those doors. He remained where he was as the King's hand came to rest upon that steel surface, the door nearly grinding on it's hinges with the weight of it and yet, he was hardly prepared for the glistening that rested within. His lips parted ever so slightly as his lover led him into the depths of that room, his bright blue gaze entirely captivated by the sheer amount of all that gold. For a long moment, he simply stood there, taking in the sight of those coins and bricks of the precious metal before turning towards the plethora of chalices and jewellery of the like even he hadn't seen. It was but the sound of his lover's voice that caused his gaze to shift and yet, for once, he found himself entirely unable to offer his lover a reply other than to simply stare at the man. Worthless? This?! His eyes slowly turned back towards the room he was presented with, the vampire slowly shifting in a slow circle in an effort to simply...see it all, though it hardly would have affected his response. He had assumed the position of royalty came with some wealth and yet, he hadn't really stopped to consider it in any great detail, much less imagine this.

"A kilo of gold is worth thirty eight thousand dollars." He responded after a moment, the fact rolling off his tongue before he remembered well that even that hardly provided his lover with the assessment of how valuable this still was. "You....I...this is worth at least....ten times over the entirety of the net value of all of my assets." Sebastian finished at last, willing to admit his own defeat in this. Still, he turned abruptly back to the King, entirely certain his lover's attention was wholly upon him, "Don't turn this all into paper money, Dorian. Only turn what you need, you could veritably crash Italy's entire economy. Gold is always more valuable like this then paper money, paper depreciates, this never will. Do you understand?!" It hardly mattered in that moment that the notion of depreciation or those concepts of economical stability might be a touch out of the King's realm, the vampire instead entirely determined to provide the King with the best and, in turn, the only advice that mattered before he got the notion to exchange all of this for the more modern currency.

Sebastian Ellington