Sebastian Ellington

Cause i've been dancing with shadows
waiting till the morning after

There was little doubt within the vampire's mind that Anna-Marie was fully capable of forcing him to so provide his lover with that fatal strike. The sheer idea of it was wholly despicable for the vampire, producing within him a sort of self-loathing for the simple fact that he could wholly image it. He knew what it was like to take life - to watch the light dim from their eyes as their bodies turned cold. The idea that he might be the one to cradle his own truest love's body in his arms, that he would be cursed to so helplessly watch that life leave was enough to see his hands curl to fists, his voice decidedly short as he near shouted at the young woman, pacing in that self made cage, all the while entirely certain to ensure he didn't break that singular rule so imposed upon him - that rule in which Dorian's very life hung in the balance of. That insistence that she hardly thought of anyone beside herself, however, seemed to finally prompt some sort of reaction from the child - the girl assuring him that she was thinking...specifically of him. He could hardly stop that scowl from settling across his features. He knew well what sort of traitors it was that Anna-Marie spoke of, the man effortlessly making that connection and yet, he could hardly help the way he turned upon the child. "I'm not like her, Anna-Marie, and I sure as hell don't need you. You left me." And therein so lied the root of all of their problems.

He jammed his hands within his pockets as if that simple action alone might be enough to cause her to be unable of making him do something he might later regret and yet, those bright blue eyes remained steady upon his lover all the same in a gesture entirely possessive in nature. He watched as the man so vanished from sight. He knew well of that affinity, his eyes so following that red thread that bound him to the Monarch. His gaze but briefly met Dorian's own and yet, that was hardly enough to calm the emotions that so raged within him. He listened in silence to his companion's chiding, that raise of Anna-Marie's lips to reveal those ivory fangs only prompted a similar reaction in turn from the Englishman, that display of discontent entirely animalistic in nature, as if to say wordlessly that he would hardly stand for any sort of attack upon the man he so utterly adored. The vampire watched with increasing anxiety as Dorian so easily once again put himself within that realm of danger, kneeling down in front of Sebastian's own maker only to insist that she was not going to stay here tonight, even though he knew well such words would only further prompt the anger within the child.

He was hardly aware, really, of that press of magic against the young girl's frame, his own gaze entirely steadfast upon that flicker of ebony that had begun to invade that living room, those shadows falling upon themselves onto to craft some sort of near monstrous creature.Dorian's name was upon his lips far before he knew it, the man near begging for his lover to return to his side with a sort of desperation that had never before touched the usually confident tones of his voice. He watched as the creature moved ever closer, that immediately perceived threat was finally enough to prompt the vampire into action, stepping across that threshold Anna-Marie had so imposed upon him only to swiftly bring his own frame to Dorian's side. One hand settled upon the man's shoulder, fully intending to intervene if the child should hold true to her threat. That exhaustion, however, that so wracked her small frame and lacked those muttered lyrics had provided him at least some measure of an idea, even as Dorian further pressed his own magic to pull that very energy from her. His own affinity so filled that room, those pheromones so swiftly prompting those feelings of calm, of sleep, of rest and relaxation and all other possible good things he found himself attempting to impress upon that child that had so utterly ruined his evening. He would not let her stay here. He would not let her take Dorian from him. All he needed to do was find a way to convince her back to Ceara's in the way he so often tended to deposit the young woman upon the female's doorstep. In that singular moment - he understood well why the woman had run away from that French child. It was the one desire that prevaded above all else - to take the Italian King and run.