Sebastian Ellington

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

There was something so undeniably attractive of that fashion the fae Monarch so ensured his appearance was so entirely put together when they ventured from that bedroom. It was a silly thing, surely, instilled within him from the age they were born. After all, Dorian was royalty was not a thing expected of him? And yet, even despite how Sebastian innately knew these things, he still found it charming the way the King smoothed his shirt to ensure it was as crisp as possible without pulling out an iron to heat it to perfection. Perhaps it was not the act of being so put together that drew him so much as that simple knowledge of all the ways in which he could so undo the man. Yes, it was surely this he drew such satisfaction from. Even so, the vampire's hands so easily settled upon his lover's hips, the Englishman ever keen to engage Dorian in those more taboo topics of lovemaking. That look of curiosity prompted a small twitch to Sebastian's lips, even as he made an effort to explain exactly what that 'rock and roll' referred to. He could quite near see that sudden glimpse of understanding upon Dorian's features as the man connected those dots, that exclamation prompted a soft chuckle on his lips. His head bobbed ever so slightly in a small nod before the man leaned forward, letting his mouth brush gingerly against Dorian's own in a tender kiss that was altogether subtle in every aspect. After all, he was supposed to be good so they could venture beyond that extravagant estate, was he not?

That groan his actions prompted was wholly pleasing in itself, the corner of his lips twitching in a small glimpse of amusement even as he agreed he was finally ready to see to those plans Dorian had clearly made for them, even if he hadn't the slightest idea of what it consisted of. He trailed behind the King as Dorian led the way out of that bedroom, the pair promptly running into that stiff manservant that seemed wholly dedicated to that formality, even despite his lover's best efforts. He could hardly help that glance he shot his fiance at the simple idea of this man and that song that had played within the pantry. Hell, he could hardly even imagine Hugo and any sort of promiscuous activity. The man was simply that...stiff. Even so, the pair were quick to retreat from the man in an effort to follow those directions towards the back exit, what neither of them seemed to expect, however, was how terribly vague the "door on the right" was in a hallway filled with doors on the right. His own efforts to test his assigned doors had fallen strikingly flat, those rooms the vampire had uncovered were hardly of any interest, rooms clearly meant for entertaining and entirely void of any sort of personality at all - quite unlike, it would seem, Dorian's own discovery.

The mere sound of his lover's voice was all that was all that was required to coax the vampire to the Monarch's side, the Englishman almost...surprised to find the sheer number of photos that lined those shelves. Matteo was a decidedly....private individual, though that in itself was hardly anything Sebastian could fault him of. After all, Dorian was the first being outside his own staff he had ever truly let into the full depths of his life. His own wife had been kept in the dark of many of those affairs he saw to. What did perturb him in some manner was that the elder fae kept these sort of things from his own son. Particularly when they were clearly attempting to foster some sort of relationship. Then again, considering how well Matteo knew the future - maybe this was the man's way of letting Dorian in. How utterly infuriatingly baffling the Frenchman was! He pushed such thoughts from the forefront of his mind, the vampire entirely willing to admit that attempting to figure out Matteo would surely result in a complete and utter failure on his part. Rather, those bright blue eyes turned towards that frame Dorian had plucked from all the others - a photo of his father and godfather on some great military adventure. That inquiry of why Matteo kept such things to himself, however, prompted a small shake of his own head. "I cannot say, Ma Biche. He never seemed the sort of spirit to enjoy battle...." A small frown crossed his lips before the man sighed. "Then again, maybe he does not speak of it because you are not the sort of spirit to enjoy battle either." As far as Matteo was concerned, the if's were quite near endless. After all - that hardly explained the sheer number of other individuals upon that wall, people the Frenchman had surely met in more pleasant scenarios.

His gaze continued to rove over those photographs - both old and new. Some of those more famous faces were familiar to him though many were just faces on a sea of other faces. Even so, it was that small gesture, that reaching out of Dorian's hand upon that one gold framed photograph that drew his own eyes. He could tell by that simple look upon Dorian's features that this one was somehow...more meaningful than all the others. That emotion that clearly laced the Monarch's voice caused Sebastian's own gaze to soften, the vampire moving to step behind his lover as he drew his fiance into his arms. His chin settled on Dorian's shoulder as the vampire looked on that portrait of Dorian's parents - together. It was easy to see how Matteo loved the woman in that photo, a fact even Sebastian was willing to point out. After all, what little he had glimpsed from what Dorian spoke of in regards to his mother seemed to suggest such an emotion as love was largely absent within her. This, he was sure, was the only hint the fae had ever truly seen of his parent's scandalous relationship. It was that simple knowledge of all Dorian's relationship with his parents had lacked that prompted his own decidedly teasing words, the vampire entirely keen to assure the man that he loved Dorian far more than Matteo had loved his mother, as silly as such a proposition was. Even so, he knew exactly how much this photo surely meant to his fiance, the vampire entirely willing to suggest that perhaps they might make Dorian a copy of it to keep for himself, if he should so desire it.

Sebastian hardly anticipated Dorian's assurance that, after tonight, the Englishman might even grow to love him more - as if such a thing was even possible! His eyebrows rose ever so slightly. "Oh?" He inquired, even though he knew well any further probing would surely prompting only far more teasing from the fae. "Well, I suppose we should go find that door then, hm?" He commented idly, that smile once again fluttering upon his features. That inquiry of the photo before them, however, prompted a ready nod from the vampire - this was surely something he was willing to ensure Dorian had. He released his lover only to allow the man to take that photograph they required to duplicate that picture, despite how utterly remiss he was to do so. It was that sound of the door behind him that caused him to turn, that sound hardly necessary as his blue eyes settled on the clearly displeased manservant, even if he remained the very epitome of polite. That offer was one Dorian graciously seemed to accept, Sebastian easily following suit as his hand ever so naturally fit within his lover's own. It was only that rather abrupt pause just before the left that room that caused his attention to shift towards that far newer photo on that shelf - one of them no less. It wasn't surprising, really, that Matteo might want a photo of his own son and yet, to choose that one that included himself? It was...a kind gesture....

That choice of that photo lingered upon his thoughts as Hugo led them outside of that room and towards one of the few doors they had yet to attempt, a near inconspicuous vehicle clearly waiting for them. A small nod and word of thanks was provided towards their new found driver, the vampire easily sliding into that car with that overnight bag as he settled beside his lover. Sebastian was hardly able to help that small chuckle that left his lips as Dorian's assurance that Hugo had likely gone to tattle on their unanticipated adventure, his head shaking ever so slightly at the thought of it. "I wouldn't be surprised if Matteo already knew as it was." He uttered, clearly hinting to the man's ability to detect the future far before even they were sure of their own decisions. Still, he supposed he could hardly fault the man for his loyalty to his employer. It was hard to find a decent manservant, much less keep one when their own lives were near unending. That inquiry of those chateaus, however, near immediately pulled his thoughts back towards those buildings he had been considering for the better of two nights now.

An almost guilty glance crossed his features and yet, truly, should he be terribly surprised? Dorian knew him so utterly well. "I think so." He admitted with a small sigh. If only he could buy all of those sad, lonely, forgotten buildings. But alas. "Do you remember the one with the moat around it? Apparently the grounds were taken over by the bank and split and resold to numerous owners. It would be a challenge to get but I think it's least likely to be repaired by anyone else....apparently others have tried and failed to obtain all of the land back." It was, perhaps, the first time Sebastian truly intended to bank upon his connection to the Italian crown to achieve that which others before him could not. But really - was it truly that awful to do so in order to restore something old and forgotten back to a state of well maintained beauty? He could hardly help the way in which his gaze shifted almost tentatively to the King at his side, the man...curious, of sorts, to see how Dorian might react to such a decision. What he didn't expect, however, was that announcement that he would have to close his eyes in the moments soon to come. That idea that he would be denied the view was almost displeasing and yet, he was sure whatever Dorian had up his sleeve was worth it. "If I must." He voiced with a small exhale of breath. He leaned towards his fiancee, his head resting upon Dorian's shoulder as his eyelashes fluttered over those blue irises. At the very least, if he was being denied sight, he might as well make himself comfortable.