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How much he had come to loath those blades. Even if for only what they represented- of a time and place in his own history that he wished sorely to forget. That blackened steel a reminder of those atrocities caused at his own hand and by his own will. Sins, he was sure, he would eternally pay for no matter how he might seek to repent for. God surely did not have place in heaven for kin slayers, Dorian long ago having made peace with the idea that in this he might never have the Lord's forgiveness and yet by that same notion, if he never died, as he fully intended not to- he would surely never have to worry about that supposed after-life. Yet how such thoughts might haunt a man if he was given to dwell upon them! Dorian so attempting to press them back all the same and afford his lover both some display and explanation of just what those shadowy blades were capable off. There was much, he supposed, that he owed to this very power. It had saved his own life more than once and for that he could not bring himself to dismiss the use of it entirely- not that he had truly considered it with any great thoughts in those terrible moments in which he had believed his lover truly was in danger. They the single affinity he had reached for so effortlessly. Those blades responding as swiftly and efficiently as they had ever done. For all his months unpractised with any sword and those years in which he had failed to summon that weaponry it seemed his skill had hardly faltered much. The Monarch pleased with that in the least even if he had held little intention of ever making Sebastian aware of his own unique skill in this. Still, he supposed, the vampire would have discovered it eventually in that expanse of time that surely existed before them, just as too- he knew well- Sebastian would eventually come to know of those crimes they had admitted. Now however was hardly the time for such things. That soft query from his lover met with the simple shake off his head.

"They are not my favourite gift, no. I tend to summon them when I have no other option and I dislike to ever be in that situation. It is unpleasant and they remind me of it."

It was, perhaps, a thinly veiled indication of that very evet that had so altered much off his life so many centuries ago and yet tonight it seemed Sebastian was ill-inclined to push and Dorian found himself wholly grateful to his lover for it. That assurance that such a gift was 'ace' was met with a wholly curious look. This a distinctly new phrase, amusement tugging softly at his features. Dorian having come to delight in those occasional moments in which his lover seemed to slip into those truly accented British words. Dorian so having come to learn such things were most common after the man had been drinking and yet on occasion they seemed to find him all the same. Ace, he so assumed, was merely another word for 'good' or 'great' on some level. A grin adorning his features at that offered compliment as his finger so ran along that find edge, brushing over the tip if only to display how sharp it truly was. That blood welling to his finger without even applying any pressure to that pointed tip. Dorian holding it towards the vampire a moment later if only for his knowledge that wiping away that blood or washing it from his hands was perhaps wholly wasteful to Sebastian's school of thought and too- his lovers ability to so effortlessly close wounds could hardly be over looked. The sensation off the warmth of the vampires tongue so caressing his finger was perhaps far more sensual then so intended and yet the Monarch found himself near incapable of not watching that salacious action. Dorian so aware of his lovers gaze upon him. His thoughts inclined to consider just where else he might enjoy that tongue and just how he might like to have it. Dorian shifted softly upon those bed sheets in some subtle effort to alleviate that new found desire that tugged at him. That inquiry for the man to stay tonight falling from his lips a mere moment later. The Fae King so assured that, given the chance, it would surely take little coaxing to draw his lover between those sheets to act upon those idle thoughts that teased at his mind.

It was only his own discovery within that book from Matteo that seemed to distract his thoughts. Dorian content to display it to his lover now as they laid upon that bed. The ideas of fate itself so aligning in some effort too- at last- bring them to one another was pleasing to him. Dorian unable to deny the warmth of that sensation. The Fae so enjoying those romantic notions of destiny and soul-mates, even if only for the purpose it gave so much off his long existence in those years before he had finally found Sebastian that night upon the street and outside the burning bar. A night that was very near a year ago to the day. Dorian wholly curious perhaps, to note whether or not the vampire so recalled that date and yet such idle curiosity was forgotten in that sudden silence, Sebastian seeming wholly taken with those names upon the page. Dorian finding that inquiry upon his lips before Sebastian so suddenly declared this notion of a gift. The Monarch was a decidedly hopeless creature in some fashion it seemed. The mere mention of a gift seeming to intrigue the Fae man near instantly, his silver gaze searching for any concealed package or box he may well have missed. Those gifts from his Consort so continually his most treasured. Sebastian, after all, was a decidedly good giver of gifts by Dorians own judgement.

He watched with ready curiosity as Sebastian reached for his back pocket, plucking that black box from within it to present to him a moment later. Dorian reached eagerly to take it from him, his curiosity so wholly getting the better off him now, the Fae inclined to find delight in any and everything Sebastian ever afforded him as he worked to carefully remove that lid and the vampire rested his head within his hands to watch. His own head tilted slightly in inquisitiveness, the man reaching into that box to delicately pluck that silver key and fine leather key chain from within. The Fae quite taken with the key chain alone even if he hardly understood just why his lover had seen fit to purchase him one- the Monarch assured he had very few keys to keep on it. Just what that key already upon it was for however remained entirely to be seen, that slightly questioning gaze falling upon his lover now.

"It is a lovely keychain, Mon Cher, thank you. I shall feel very modern to have it, but what is-?"

Everyone, after all, surely had a keychain. Dorian paused only to gesture then at the key already on it with a clear confusion, that answer afforded to him within near the same breath. That it was a key to his lovers very home was delightful! Dorian so unable to prevent that glorious grin that spread across his features at the thought of being entrusted with such a thing as this. Sebastian paused but a moment before suddenly continuing. The vampire so suggesting that, perhaps, he might simply desire to live with him instead. The mere shock of it alone so saw that grin falter. Sebastian hurrying to continue, listing those reasons why such a thing was surely practical, that unsteady thrum of his heart so felt at Dorian's own finger perhaps betraying the vampire in the seconds of silence that followed. Sebastian so evidently far more nervous in this suggestion then his exterior indicated. For two people, unwed, to so live together was near unheard off! Dorian's mind so struggling to comprehend such a thing and to wonder in awe at just how far the modern world had progressed to so permit something so wholly glorious as this! The Monarch so momentarily struggling to find those word he wished to convey. Dorian assured his heart was near fit to burst at the mere notion that Sebastian might desire to have him live with him in that same home, to share that same never-empty bed and too have even a study or art room for himself within a home that was theirs in a way so normally reserved (to his understanding) for those whom were married. His fingers so tightening upon that keychain now. Silver gaze lifting at last to his boyfriends own. His own words truly thick with that emotion he so struggled to contain.

"I would love to live with you, Bastian."

The words were no sooner free of his lips then he moved to throw his arms about the vampire, the Monarch's features near aglow in that delight as his lips so eagerly found his companions own, content to knock him back upon that bed as he did, that kiss wholly determined in some effort to display but an inkling of that love he held for the man in that most perfect of moments.

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