In truth, the vampire entirely looked forward to the year that those bells and accompanying fireworks so tolled in. It was the first year in a very long time in which he found himself not only bound to another voluntarily but also entirely joyful of the opportunities they might be able to share together. There were countries to explore, when he could kidnap the King from his roommate, places to go, things to see and all at the side of the one individual he cherished above everything else. This year, he was assured, would be better then those two hundred or so that had come before it. This year would be special. It was that sentiment that saw the man lean into the soft embrace of Dorian's lips, so meeting that passion with an ardent intensity of his own. And yet, even that kiss was fleeting as those booms began to echo in the darkness beyond with greater earnest. It was, perhaps, a touch childish that he found himself desiring to rise from that sofa, despite his decided comfort against his lover's chest - a place that he truly found he loved to be perhaps more than anywhere else. Still, those colors called to him, the fizzling and popping sounds associated only further coaxing him until he rose, offering his boyfriend his hand in the process.

It was hardly all that difficult to draw Dorian towards the window, his dark blue eyes entirely focused on those explosions of colors within the air. He watched as several smaller fireworks exploded, followed nearly rapidly by a much larger one in the background of those bright colors. Sebastian was all too willing to watch the entirety of that show if it were not for that softened gasp that left Dorian's lips. "Hm?" He inquired softly, his gaze following the King's in that moment towards the gardens that so surrounded them and the sheer magnitude of people that filled nearly every spot possible. They had all pressed in to see that display within the sky, and, perhaps just as likely catch a glimpse of their mysterious monarch himself. "They're all here for you, my love." He uttered softly, pulling the King closer to him in that simple moment, a small simper settled upon his features even if it was highly unlikely the crowd would be able to catch even a glance of them from here. Any further inclination to enjoy those fireworks with the King in his embrace, however, was interrupted simply by his lover's sudden movement away from that window, speaking of their need to end their previous year, and start their new one, properly.

"Box?" He inquired, his eyebrows furrowing in curiosity and yet, Sebastian remained where he was at the window, simply watching as his lover strode across the bedroom. To be frank, he hadn't the slightest idea what sort of aspect of this evening's celebration required a box of any kind. Unless their first footing included an entire box of coal, though he somehow found even this doubtful and, perhaps, a bit ostentatious. In turn, Sebastian hardly expected the crate filled with knick knacks, small hand portraits, and a plethora of cutlery. This plethora of...things caused a truly quizzical look to cross his features. That bronze cup that was outheld to him was gingerly taken, the man simply staring at it blankly before his gaze turned upwards towards the King. Was Dorian...thirsty? Although why he would offer him an empty cup was perhaps just as curious. He watched as Dorian pulled a vase from that box before them and moved towards the window, opening it only to glance down to the world below them. His indigo gaze briefly met the silver of the fae's own as the man briefly turned back to look at him and yet, he still had little notion of what was anticipated of him, instead nearly offering the King that bronze goblet back.

The last thing he expected was the way in which the King shifted, instead throwing the vase out the window only to send it colliding with the ground in a rather distinct sound that so told the vampre it had shattered into hundreds of broken pieces. There was a clear look of astonishment upon his features as he edged towards the window, sticking his head out only to glance down at the fallen debris. "What the bloody hell was that for?" He inquired, pulling away from the window only for those navy eyes to turn in an entirely baffled fashion towards the King. He watched as that once gleeful grin upon the King's features twist to a nearly uncertain frown. His head shook ever so slightly as Dorian inquired whether or not his own culture partook in something as utterly peculiar as this. His eyebrows rose and yet, he hardly questioned that explanation he was provided. Sebastian understood, the point behind it, he supposed. It was that concept of out with the old and in with the new. "I....suppose..." He stated slowly, glancing down at the cup in his hand and yet, the vampire still found it peculiar to throw the cup out of the window. The mess that it would bring!

That noise of those other shattering objects caught his attention, the vampire momentarily turned his gaze towards the window only to observe other members of the King's court so tossing their own haphazard objects out of windows. How....peculiar. It was the sound of the King's voice that drew his gaze once again, the vampire trading that cup instead for that small stack of portraits. He glanced at the picture of the woman painted on the first one, the female definitely older than them both and certainly a bit more on the chubby side and yet, it was the prospect that she might once had been considered to marry his lover that so stirred something rather...peculiar within him. Indignation perhaps. After all the King was his to marry. How peculiar it was that just hours ago he was fretting over that very topic and now he was so willingly able to toss that first portrait out the window only after his critical study so found the girl entirely lackluster for his lover. The vampire continued in much the same fashion, eying each one before announcing some utter flaw with the woman and, tossing it without a second glance out the same window to join the ever growing plethora of things upon the ground. Portraits it seemed, he was entirely willing to be done with. The cutlery, however, he still found himself wincing every time a plate shattered or a goblet was tossed. Some decorum, it seemed, still needed effort to so break in the Victorian gentleman.