every king had a story, of ancient glory,sweetly told

It was with something of an overdramatic sigh that the Monarch leaned back against the base of that couch, the pen falling from his hand as he paused to massage those sore places that had seemed to develop in the past hour in response to the several hours he had spent pouring over the documentation before him. Everything, it seemed, needed his signature. His inability to sign things over email having resulted in a large portion of those documents being delivered to his house on a daily basis. His personal assistant, Emma, had taken to categorizing them by order of priority and leaving them in bundles upon the dining room table which had now become the mans workspace. Today, however, his paperwork had exceeded in the measure of that table. Dorian having found himself upon the floor, seated in a cross-legged fashion that was more akin to a boy then a man, his current paper placed before him with his half completed signature scrawled at its base. It really was unfortunate that he had turned down the palaces attempts to send him several maids. The King assured that with Samantha's assistance he hardly needed those extra staff. With his PA coming in and out each day, Benito phoning him every other day and those security guards whom had taken over the lobby to assure his safety he was assured he hardly needed any further beings and yet- he had not anticipated Samantha would leave him.

It was curious, truly, the way the woman had simply decided that she simply could no longer remain within this city with those memories of her lover and all that had happened. She had moved so quickly, leaving the very next day and so abandoning that apartment to Dorian entirely. He had, truthfully, so meant to inform Sebastian off it and yet when he found himself in the company of his boyfriend he so often simply forgot to make mention of his once-companion at all. The Fae had so begun to spend longer and longer periods of time at his lovers home, the idea of leaving him to return to that empty apartment no easier then it had ever been. In fact, Dorian was assured that after that glorious holiday and day after day of his lovers company that it had become only more and more difficult to leave them man. The Letter Senders were perhaps some small blessing. Dorian hearing from Sebastian each night all the same, the pair so content to communicate even when not within the same room and yet as days had become a week, nearly two weeks now, Dorian had simply chosen not to mention that lack of Samantha. The couple rarely speaking of her in any sense. After all, surely he could survive on his own, how difficult could it be?

He had done rather well, he was sure, for the first night in the least and yet as those days had progressed the man had so steadily become aware that his clothing no longer seemed to find itself clean as it had before when Samantha was present. His attempts to work the device for washing had been so disastrous that the Fae had closed the door to the laundry entirely with the belief that if he did not look at it that mess, surely, it might somehow resolve itself and yet for the past several nights there was an alarming amount of water beginning to pool on that tiled floor. He had, this week, so thusly begun to run out of clothing. The man down to his last pair of jeans and clean shirt. At least several more shirts existed within his bedroom and yet his room was no longer accessible in any sense. Dorian having barricaded the door some nights ago after the sanctity of the space had so been over taken by a rouge cricket that had, somehow, managed to fly in through his bedroom window. The fear of those insects had always been wholly paralysing to the man. Dorian utterly incapable of dealing with such creatures and without Samantha to capture it he had been forced to yield the entirety of his room to the animal. The Monarch having taken to sleeping upon the couch the past two days he had been home.

It was a sudden flickering from above that drew the man's attention then. Dorian eyeing that light with no small measure of wariness as it sputtered and flickered once more. This the second light to do as much in the past week- the one in the bathroom no longer turning on. Dorian so having taken to showering in the dark. How unfortunate that tonight was the only night Emma did not work. The Monarch assured she might have some understanding off this flickering nonsense. His thoughts on the matter proceeded no further, Dorian reaching for his pen once more only to have the light to suddenly blow with a rather loud â€"bang- the Fae scrambling backward in momentary panic as the room was so plunged into semi-darkness. The light from the kitchen at least allowing him to see somewhat all the same.

"Good God!"

Home ownership was by no means as simple as Sebastian made it look. Dorian running his fingers through his hair as that sigh at last fell from his lips, the realisation that he could not, in fact, survive, so evidently settling upon him as he reached for his phone. His fingers so selecting his lovers number, the thrum at his finger assuring him Sebastian was awake and had been for at least an hour or so. Dorian holding the phone up to his ear as the vampire had so taught him to do. The phone ringing barely twice before his boyfriend's voice echoed from within. That sound alone wholly satisfying.

"Bastian, I think it is so I require you to come to my home. I shall explain when you get here but I quite....need your help."

That phone was returned to his pocket a moment later. Dorian selecting what papers he could carry and bringing them to the kitchen to continue with his work. His thoughts however, were hardly inclined to his work any longer. More so, he was left considering just how many things he still continued to do wrong in this world. He was loath to be any sort of burden to his companion and yet there was still so much Sebastian seemed to forever be teaching him. Dorian having so desperately attempted to succeed at something without Sebastian's assistance. Only to fail gloriously. His features scowling even now as he glanced about that home. Sebastian, prompt as he so often was, arrived less than a half hour later. The Fae King swung easily from that stool, crossing to the front door to open it and yet for a moment at least the man so purposely kept that door just so as to hide the disaster behind him from his lover's eyes as he slipped out. Dorian very catapulting into Sebastian's arms- his resolve crumbling entirely in the vampires presence as his arms wrapped about the other man's waist, silver gaze glancing upward to meet his lovers own before he simply pressed his face into the vampires chest. His words holding no small measure of distress.

"I have broken the house. I have broken the whole house."

That such a sentence was, perhaps, not terribly informative remained to be seen. The Monarch so wholly embarrassed by his efforts to survive alone and the truly abysmal state of that home. The man at least determined to attempt to prepare the vampire for it. Dorian glancing up at him once more.

"Bastian, I......I did not tell you but Samantha left to return to her family home. I have so been living alone for near two or three weeks now, at least, those nights I was not with you and I am sorry I did not tell you Mon Cher, but I was quite sure I could manage it. It seems I was mistaken."

One hand simply reached back, pushing the door aside to display that half lit lounge room behind him with the still smoking globe above it. A drawer within the kitchen had fallen out entirely, Dorian lacking any ability to repair it. The water that seeped beneath the laundry door had finally broken that barricade of towels beneath it, dribbling slowly out onto the floor and towards the lounge room that had so clearly been his bedroom for at least several nights. Dorian searching his companions face for any hint as to just what he might well have been thinking, the Fae gesturing weakly to the lounge in some effort to explain.

"There is a bug in my bedroom."

This, his was sure, explained everything and yet it had hardly occurred to the man in that moment that Sebastian had not yet truly witnessed his near paralyzing fear of insects so as to understand why a single bug had rendered the entire bedroom un-liveable. Dorian leaning back against the wall now, his quiet words laced with...defeat.

"I really did think I could manage and then the light exploded and that is the second one to do that and there is water where there should not be water and I have broken it all! It seems that I am not as capable as I thought......"

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