Sebastian Ellington

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

His future father-in-law was nothing short of an enigma, of that, Sebastian was entirely certain. The man always seemed the epitome of good natured, impish, even. It was, perhaps, only the topic of Dorian and his safety that had given the vampire even a glimpse of that almost hardened soul beneath that amicable exterior. He had every belief of the lengths Matteo might go to keep his son safe but, prior to that very moment, he hadn't quite realized just how truly capable the Frenchman was of doing so. He could hardly help that idle comment that left his lips on just how little he'd anticipated Dorian's father to engage so willingly in such bloody affairs. Still, perhaps it was his very involvement in such things that had prompted him to keep those activities away from the far gentler soul that existed within his son. Dorian, he was assured, would never embrace such violence nearly as easy. That simple suggestion seemed to prompt a ready agreement from the fae Monarch, the man willing enough to admit his failings as a commander, if such had ever been required of him. Still, it was that gentle nature that Sebastian certainly loved within the man, even if he too simultaneously once feared that his own vampiric nature might clash with such tenderness.

Any further thoughts of his fiance's father, however, were abruptly pushed away instead by the sudden presence of a singular portrait. Sebastian was hardly oblivious to the emotion that singular picture seemed to coax within his lover, that sudden admittance of who that painting depicted quickly informed him of exactly why. It was natural, the way the vampire moved to embrace his lover during that moment, the vampire entirely determined to be there for Dorian, even with something as small as that discovery of some substantial proof of the relationship between his mother and father. That love between the two individuals was decidedly clear, forever immortalized within that painting. It was an adoration he was quick to reassure the fae Monarch of, followed, quite promptly, but the vampire's own declaration that their love surely paled in comparison to that which he held for Dorian himself. He relished in the sound of that chuckle, a small simper crossing his own features even as Dorian insisted that Sebastian would surely love him more at the end of this evening. It intrigued him, to say the very least, the vampire readily suggested that perhaps they should venture forth to that evening, even though he knew well of how this room surely captivated the King.

It was surely this knowledge of Dorian's inherent desire to know his father, and that single portrait of his parents together that prompted Sebastian to suggest they might replicate that painting. The idea was readily seized upon by his lover, that phone slipped from his pocket to forever capture that clearly rare picture. That device had only just been placed back within Dorian's pocket when the subtle sound of the clearing of Hugo's throat drew both of their gazes, even if Sebastian had long since knew the man had been standing there some time prior. It was clear, the man's effort to protect that veritable secrecy of his employer - even from his very own son. Still, Sebastian could hardly fault him any more than Dorian himself could. Rather, the Englishman fell easily into step beside his lover, allowing them to be led from that room of memories only to pause as Dorian quite suddenly pointed out another photo amongst all the others on that shelf - one of both of them. It certainly wasn't peculiar that Matteo might keep a photo of Dorian, he knew that well but one of both of them? Matteo didn't have to put that one on display, he chose to and that meaning was certainly not lost on the vampire. He should do....something for Matteo....shouldn't he? But what?

He was wholly content to dwell upon that desire to somehow gift the man with something for that kind gesture, as unnecessary as it was. In fact, it wasn't until the pair were nestled in the backseat of that vehicle that he allowed that thought to momentarily drift from his mind, only thanks to the sound of his lover's voice. The inquiry of those chateaus was instead grasped quite readily, that conundrum he had contemplated for the greater of the previous evening returned with a renewed sort of gusto as he commented on that picturesque and yet, crumbling castle. Sebastian knew well such an estate would hardly be easily achieved, particularly given the current state of those grounds. The chateau as a whole was hardly owned by any singular being, making it not only the most worthy challenge but too the one most likely to remain in disrepair. It was only once his explanation of the state of that home was finished that those bright blue eyes turned almost hesitantly towards the Monarch, watching that look of consideration that seemed to settle upon his fiancee's features, fleeting though it was. In but moment's those concerns were brushed away with a small shrug and a warm smile, that reassurance that they certainly had the means to achieve that goal prompted a grin of pleasure upon his own features. He nodded quite eagerly in agreement that, truly, having a home in that same valley as Matteo - one that was all theirs, it was quite near wondrous to consider. "We can even add in color changing closets, if you desire." Sebastian continued good naturedly, that glee certainly clear in those teasing words.

The vampire relaxed into that leather seat now that his fretting over his first effort to utilize his own title as Dorian's consort was soothed. His gaze but briefly followed Dorian's own out that window, entirely caught off guard by that request to close his eyes. For a singular moment, he eyed the King with a hint of a small frown upon his lips, though it was wholly fleeting befor the vampire gave in, his head instead settling upon Dorian's shoulder as he leaned closer towards his fiancee. That soften sensation of Dorian's fingers against several of those strays locks only prompted the vampire to snuggle his cheek further into the King's shoulder, the man clearly attempting to return that small glimpse of affection. That car ride ended too soon for his liking, the fae stirring quite before he was ready to move and yet he made an effort to follow the King without complaint all the same. The loss of his vision, however, was wholly disorientating, his other senses near immediately expanding in an effort to make up for it. The moment that door to the little shop was opened, however, that near unmistakeable smell slammed into the man, the vampire almost content to deeply breath in that delectable hint of chocolate.

He could hear those individuals moving through out that store and yet, none of it mattered to the vampire more than that delectable smell and Dorian's hand tucked within his own. Those benefits of their present fame prompted a small simper upon Sebastian's lips, one that only widened to a near full fledged grin as those blue eyes fluttered open to take in the sight of that store and the layers upon layers of sweet chocolate that filled those cases, coaxing him in turn. His gaze roved those shelves and tables, brushing over that chocolate fountain and the platters that surrounded it. The look of awe upon his features was almost unmistakeable, even as Dorian handed him an empty paper bag. He could hardly help that pleased grin upon his features, that nod almost far too eager. "I think I can do that." He responded with a clear hint of readiness, entirely uncaring for how utterly boyish the vampire seemed in that very moment.

It was near immediate, the way the vampire dragged the King to the first of those many displays, his eyes dancing over the contents and yet, the Englishman was near fraught with indecision of which one or how much of what he wanted. "Look Dorian, those are chocolate covered pretzels and look at their truffles! Their maple leaves look so good -- oh, have you ever had fudge?" Choosing from that sheer number of confections before him was certainly going to be a daunting task, one that was capable of occupying him for hours without someone to help make some sort of decisions. They all looked so delicious. It was a shame he simply couldn't have everything. Well, maybe not everything. The chocolate toffee looked decidedly....iffy. Maybe not that one.