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

It was an entirely curious thing to see his lover engaged in those wholly domestic behaviours. Dorian perhaps equally as fascinated with discovering the source of the problem as he was with eyeing his companion in such a state. With his pants and shirt rolled up and clear off his hands and feet in an effort to avoid that water the vampire looked both mildly comical and too- rather manly. At least, Dorian was inclined to believe so. The Monarch's gaze lingering rather intently upon his companion in those moments- if only to admire that rarely seen sight of Sebastian performing actual work. He could hardly fault his lover for his lack of such moments. After all, Dorian himself was inclined to have others perform any form of labour upon his part as well and yet still, the Fae was left with that rather pleasant view all the same and the consideration that he had chosen a particularly useful man for his boyfriend. Even if such thoughts only further pressed his own towards the idea that he himself had so far proven to be veritably useless at surviving without him. He was, however, nothing if not determined. Dorian assured that, in time, he would learn to navigate all aspects of this modern era and perhaps, one day, be of use to Sebastian in turn. It was entirely rare of such disparaging thoughts to touch his mind and yet this most recent of failings had prompted the consideration that there was a very great deal Sebastian did for him, Dorian assured he did not possibly give as much in return. The Fae King determined that one day he would- even if such an idea was perhaps misguided to begin with.

His own thoughts were directed a moment later to those that were perhaps even less gracious to consider. Dorian so admitting, at last, that he resented that Fae woman he had been living with all this time. It was, surely, an unfair emotion and yet whether fair or otherwise he could hardly prevent the potency with which is accosted him. He was cross with her, for the way she had left, for the very notion she had all but abandoned him even if it was a petty thing to feel. He could hardly deny there was much he owed to her and too, that he would miss her company. After all, she had been his friend, his first true friend and it was that which surely grated against him the most. That belief that she would not do to him what he would surely never have done to her in that decision to simply walk out of his life altogether. Yet for all those complex emotions there existed too- that undeniable freedom and the realisation that she no longer stood between himself and Sebastian as that unspoken topic and the reason why Sebastian never visited his own home. How finicky his emotions could be! So unable to decide between resentment and elation all at once. The Monarch instead choosing to consider those more positive feelings as he was perhaps inclined. Voicing his delight in the idea that he might spend all the more time with Sebastian now, that warm simper dancing upon his features as he did. Dorian considering that perhaps he might well coax the man into staying here tonight. The King wholly oblivious to that gift nestled within his lover's pocket. He had hardly anticipated that validation Sebastian so afforded his feelings in that moment, a momentary surprise lingering within his gaze as the vampire further fiddled with that hose.

"Yes. I think you are right. I simply anticipated that she might always exist. I am sorry for it too but it matters little now I suppose. I shall find the will to go on."

There was, perhaps, an undeniable touch of humour within his words now, that simper widening upon his lips as the softest of chuckles hummed from within his chest and Sebastian moved to finish that repair work. He turned but briefly from his lover to retrieve those towels, handing them to the man before crouching down to assist in mopping up that floor. Dorian oblivious once more to his companion's consideration of mould as that water finally begun to disappear and the washing machine was returned to its rightful place with fittings intact. The idea of Mail seemed wholly lost upon his lover, Sebastian so clearly of the belief he was undeserving of such letters of adoration. Dorian unable to prevent that amusement that tugged as his features all the same. It was a matter of endless curiosity to him, the way the vampire, for all he was- seemed to hold a manner of self-consciousness about him that Dorian was assured he was hardly aware off. Sebastian so often seeming to question his worth as a being much less whether or not he was deserving of those good things within his life and yet why he did as such even Dorian hardly knew. Even so, questioning such mail or the reasons behind it hardly changed the notion of its existence. The Monarch assuring his consort that it remained upstairs and so unfortunately within the room currently occupied by that bug. His suggestion that Sebastian might merely be able to run in and run out was met with little save a solemn glance. The vampire declaring those bugs his friends as Dorian's features shifted into a look of ready disdain.

"I should like you to make new friends if that is the case."

Any further discussion upon Sebastian's choice of companionship however was all but forgotten in the wake of the man heading for the bedroom, Dorian paused upon the outside of it, nervousness gripping at him as the vampire strode within the room- only to shut the door behind him. It was within those few precarious moments of silence that the Monarch remained wholly attuned to those soft sounds upon the other side of the door, listening for either that cricket or his consort, his heart beginning to become uneven in its rhythm as his entire form remained tense. One hand rested on the white wood of the door, the Fae leaning close towards it in an effort to hear any sounds from within. That silence truly unsettling. The sudden utterance of his name saw the man near jolt in surprise, his own voice echoing back near instantly.

"Yes? Did you find it?"

He lent ever closer to that door, straining to hear any sounds from within. Sebastian's voice upon the other side suddenly declaring he was wrong. Wrong about what? What on earth was going on in there? That nervousness within himself was truly beginning to mount, one hand resting upon the door knob in apprehension. Dorian entirely unsure whether or not he was willing to open the door lest that creature come hurtling out with the vampire in pursuit. That second moment of silence seemed to drag on all the more. The Fae's lips parted, his lovers name within his throat before that sudden panicked voice managed to reach him. Sebastian shouting that the cricket had bitten him. The very world itself seemed to freeze in that moment. An icy fist clutching at his own heart at this realisation his lover was clearly in trouble. Those shouts from the other side sending his heart into a veritable orchestra of beats so hard and fast it was surely akin to a heart attack. He had known this would happen. He never should have allowed the vampire to go in alone. He would lose Sebastian as he had lost his Mother and young siblings. Dorian assured he could not bear to suffer that. He could not lose the single being whom meant most to him within this entire world. The very man he had so intended to spend the rest of his life with.

"Sebastian? Sebastian?! Come out of the room! It's what? What is it doing?! Fucking hell."

He had not used that power, at least, not properly- in years. Yet here and now he hardly considered it. The Fae so effortlessly reaching for perhaps the most powerful off his affinities now and that one even Sebastian himself had never witnessed for the disdain Dorian so had in using it. Considerations of himself however had all but flown out of the veritable window. The Monarch convinced his lover was in some sort of danger with that desire to protect him eclipsing all else as that door was thrown open a moment later. The first of those ebony blades was hurled across the room with far more speed than any mortal being would ever prove capable off, the shadowy throwing knife slicing through the letter within Sebastian's hands to rip it from his fingertips and pin it to the wall behind him. Another throwing knife was already within the Monarch's left hand, his right in possession of a jet black Italian long sword from which those shadows emanated and curled and power so clearly emitted unlike anything Dorian had summoned before. The Fae undoubtedly prepared to fight whatever he had believed to be assaulting his lover only to find the vampire laying upon the bed.

"I....where is the bug?"

That dumfounded look rapidly seemed to spread across his features. Dorian glancing about the room in clear confusion, eyeing that stack of letters next to his lover before his silver gaze came to rest on the man himself. Sebastian hardly looking as if he was distressed in any sense, a letter the man had clearly been reading pinned to the far wall. The Fae's heart still hammering within his chest before that realisation that there was no bug at all finally seemed to dawn upon him. Those ebony blades vanishing from sight in the same moment. Dorian collapsing onto that bed, uneven breaths tumbling from his lips, the Fae taking those few seconds to recover- his distress surely clear.

"You- are an ass."

There was little true vehemence in the words. Dorian far to relieved to be mad. The Fae at last rolling over to regard his lover now that he found himself capable of true words once more, his lips so abruptly finding Sebastian's own in a surprisingly hungry kiss before he leaned abruptly away, one hand shoving him in a playful fashion.

"I thought you were dying- you impossible man! I was ready to take down an army for you! I was terrified! I thought I was going to lose you. I....I...oh heavens, I've put a hole in the wall. That one is your fault."

One hand lifted briefly to gesture to the wall above and behind them. Dorian so having managed to throw that knife with enough precision not only to hit that letter in the very centre, but to avoid Sebastian entirely and with enough force to embed that now removed blade in a solid wall. Dorian so evidently far stronger then he had ever given his lover reason to believe. The Fae once so having declared a wicker chair too heavy to lift. Dorian eyed that hole before that simper so at last managed to edge onto his lips, the rich sound of laughter falling from him a moment later. His side pressed against the vampires own now, his head resting on his overs shoulder as his heart still attempted to settle from that adrenaline that danced within his veins. The man reaching to hand that letter back to Sebastian despite the hole now in the centre. Another chuckle falling from his lips.

"Sorry Love, although if that is a letter from someone professing their love for you I am not to terribly sure I regret it."

dorian aragona