Sebastian Ellington

The vampire had known the moment the realization of where he was that tonight would undoubtedly end in a disaster. There was a lingering concern in the back of his mind that bringing her to Dorian might somehow be the singular thing that finally disrupted the solidity of their relationship. Though, even this worry was largely overshadowed by that thirst and accompanying pain within his side. Still, he could hardly help the fashion in which those nearly ebony eyes fluttered towards the King as Vhalla so announced that she had eaten from her and, in turn, it was his responsibility to fix it. How easy it was to prey upon his own guilt. He was thankful, perhaps, for that distraction those italian words offered him and yet, the vampire wholly ignored the young woman as she muttered how rude it was to talk of her in a language she could not understand. He despised the idea of Dorian pressing his own life into the woman and yet, the way they had both looked at him to mend this made him hesitate. His gaze shifted over the blood that had pooled around the girl, his mouth suddenly feeling particularly...dry and yet, Sebastian made an effort to steel himself, instead requesting that towel to see to the red color within the woman's ivory hair.

The vampire settled on the edge of the sofa at Vhalla's side, a particularly weak simper crossing his features at that grin that she so presented him with. It took the man particular effort to not take her hand within his own as she reached out towards him, that blood still fresh upon her fingertips, dripping onto the jeaned material of his leg before she was, thankfully distracted. A soft breath of air left his lips as he shifted just enough to reach out for those gauze, attempting to fold it together into an effective pad of sorts and, in turn, pressing it against the girl's side before his efforts were paused only by the press of hands upon his own. That gentle squeeze drew his gaze upwards, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as Dorian spoke not only his name but, insisted upon his attention as well. There was a certain firmness to that gentle tone that made the man oblige. A small frown crossed his lips at that offer and, in turn, the question he was presented with, his gaze shifting from the fae King to the bloodied girl. He knew well he was toeing that line of what he was capable of, his darkened gaze already struggling to break away from that pool that had collected on the floor - a pool he was altogether inclined to lap off of that wood, despite how distinctly ungracious it was. God, he was so hungry. His side ached. He was exhausted. Hell - he felt every bit the dying thing he was.

Unfortunately, Sebastian scarcely had the opportunity to make up his mind before that snarl left the woman's lips, drawing the vampire's gaze towards her. "We aren't talking about you, Vhalla." He snapped back at the young woman, his usually pleasant demeanor faltering in the wake of those stresses he was under in that simple moment. Rather, the vampire pressed his hand into her wound, trying to encourage that laceration to stop bleeding. It was perhaps the first time in which he found himself yearning to escape a room his boyfriend was in. A soft breath left his lips as Dorian made an effort to bribe the woman to make her still. Thankfully, the suggestion seemed momentarily enough to see Vhalla pause beneath his fingers though it was wholly fleeting before the girl declared that his actions hurt. His gaze briefly met her own and yet it was quite clearly he had little intention of doing so, unfortunately, the vampire hardly had an opportunity to explain why when, quite suddenly, her petite figure was very near bathed in flames.

Despite that pain in his side, and his particular hunger, the vampire's reaction was near instantaneous, brought on by those otherworldly reflexes - he dropped that gauze, pulling his hands as quickly from those flames as possible before not only pulling away from her but, quite nearly hauling Dorian away from that sofa and indeed halfway across the room. His arms remained around the King's waist, clutching the fae against his chest in a wholly protective fashion. His mouth parted, fangs bared as a feline like hiss left his lips. Sebastian's gaze remained trained upon those flames that danced in front of him though that whole proceeding was over in mere moments, ending perhaps as abruptly as it had begun. Those weakly spoken words were certainly heard by the vampire and yet, his own attention was distracted by a distinct wetness at his side. Damn it, he'd reopened it again.
A glimpse of annoyance crossed his features and yet, it took a moment before he was willing enough to release his lover, assured she wasn't going to combust into flames and murder them both. Still, he wasn't about to let her bleed out on him either, time was running out and he knew it. It took effort to call to his own affinities when that magic that kept him alive was so wanning in his system with that lack of blood flowing through his veins and yet, those red ribbons jumped quickly to life, nestling beneath her and encircling the bare flesh of her stomach with just enough pressure to stop that wound. She would hate him tomorrow when she discovered herself incapable of removing them but, for now, they might be the only thing capable of saving her life. It was only once that makeshift bandage was finished (tied off with a rather nice bow), that Sebastian found himself slumping ever so slightly against the King, his head resting upon Dorian's shoulder before, instinctually, he found himself leaning forward to run his tongue against the flesh of Dorian's neck. Dear God, he smelled delicious.