Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

That admittance that fell softly from her lips was perhaps not wholly unexpected. Dorian having well anticipated that, until this point, much of her power had come from those less then pleasant emotions. She had learned to trigger them in such a fashion, to associate them with those negative ideals and in turn one thing had led to another until it was so her power had become something an unpredictable as rage and as fearsome as fear itself. His lip pulled softly upward into that knowing simper all the same, his head simply nodded in a gentle agreement to her words, Dorian so hardly making a moment out of that soft admission that the Fae so suspected she had offered few, if any, within her life. It would be a shame, after all, to dissuade her courage in this with poorly chosen words on his part. Dorian assured they would continue to work on those more positive emotions until she felt at least some control for that affinity that had, until now, very near taken control of her- or so it would seem. Such a dangerous power it was to have when she held no control over it! Dorian further considering several of its applications as he reclined easily within the grass.

"In time I will show you how anger might be turned into protectiveness and fear might be turned into will so that all the force of those emotions remains without the lack of control. You really have done very well."

It was, Dorian suspected, a lack of confidence above all that seemed to shatter those fragile threads of her concentration and yet without prying rather deeply into her history there was no manner by which he might come to understand just how she had become the way she was. That story, perhaps, one for another time that he dared not inquire about now. The woman smiling readily as her power withdrew back within herself leaving no being burned and not fields on fire in the wake of it. Dorian chuckling softly at that look of delight upon her. She truly was a pretty thing, when she smiled. Her admittance that concentration made parts of her affinity easier to control then others met with a nod once more.

"I suspect it is because emotions are less inclined to be controlled, they and your fire are tied together, your fire is reluctant to be summoned because emotions can rarely be summoned but the feelings they stir within you can be. It is a delicate balance. You will learn with practice. It will get easier."

He reassured her softly, his accented words wholly gentle as he enjoyed that touch of the sun upon his skin. Goodness how he missed this on occasion and yet, truly, the sun was but a small price to pay when it so came to all he found in his lovers arms. Dorian dismissing such thoughts for now as the woman inquired as to her hunger, that grin touching his own lips again. His entire demeanour having shifted into the wholly pleasant being he was capable of being when those chains of royalty were cast aside and he was simply given to be....himself. Dorian content to admit in turn that in these moments spent with Vhal- he had come to like the woman. She was personable beneath her shield and sharp tongue. The man inclined to keep her company.

"I fear I am perhaps not the best to ask if I feel hungry. I do not know if you have noticed but I....do not eat. My body does not require food and I, long ago, forgot what it was to be hungry. Sebastian insists upon my finding food after he has fed from me in turn but that is the only time I truly eat. I suspect though that you are using a great deal of energy to summon your power and that it is quite normal to feel hungry in its wake."

It was logical, after all. Dorian so considering those medical textbooks he had read and so bothered Sebastian with for several days until the vampire had hidden them from him lest he diagnose him with any further ailments, the faintest touch of a simper tracing his lips at the thought before Vhal spoke once more- inquiring after his own power. That simper upon his lips faded quite abruptly, one hand lifting to run through his hair as a sigh fell softly from his throat. How loath he was to summon that power and yet, Vhal had seen but a touch of it once before, some months ago, when she had caught him by surprise- yet that simple, little knife that appeared within his hands had hardly been the true extent of his talents. Yet- how was it that he could not practice what he sought to preach to Vhal in turn! Dorian moved to sit more upright then, facing his companion now.

"I have a number of powers but only one has ever been the cause of any grief to myself for I was once inclined, as you, to base its use off feeling angry or afraid and....others suffered for my misguidance then. I rarely use this power but I will show it to you if only for your own learning."

One hand simply extend, held out before him. That darkness suddenly beginning to swirl and dance about it before the shadows began to twist and shape into a truly impressive longsword that seemed to solidify the moment his hand grasped its hilt and yet those shadows rose and twisted from the blade still, as if it were alive, like some unholy dark fire. A simple power and energy emitting from it even now as that utterly obsidian blade glowed within the sun. He paused but a moment before lifting his other hand, another shadow swirling into command before he seemed to grasp it once more, this sword entirely different from the last and more akin to fine rapier as black as the night itself and emitting that same dark energy still.

"I can make any weapon as long as it bears a blade. I can make as many as I desire, as fast as I desire. Knives, swords, blades- they will slice through anything â€" even the most sturdy of shields for they are not made of metal. They are made of....darkness and shadow. I do not understand truly. They terrify me, for I have seen what they can do. They are unstoppable when used correctly- though they have saved my life."

He allowed the witch to examine them then, turning them about within his hands before they simply evaporated. Dorian glad to be rid of them. Each and every one of his affinities so tended to be based upon life or creation- save for these. Dorian so abhorring to be thought of as violent in any sense and yet he could hardly deny what he so knew he was capable off even if it shamed him to consider. The witch's soft admittance as her gaze turned from him met with a nod once more, Dorian content to allow her to look across that park.

"I do not believe I have ever used any of my own powers to their fullest extent either as you said. I hope I never have the need and yet- if that need should ever arise I simply choose to believe it will be in an effort to save my own life or that of someone I love. Until then I merely choose to, how you say, paddle in the pool."

His lips widened into a grin once more, chuckling softly now as he lay back upon that grass.