Sebastian Ellington

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

Although that evening of their wedding would be nothing short of splendid, a night truly meant for Dorian and himself to so declare their commitment to each other before God and the rest of the world, Sebastian was not wholly ignorant of that underlying necessity to play that ever continual game of politics. He knew well that meeting those dignitaries and other members of various other royal households would certainly prove to be invaluable for his lover. It was a chance to craft friendships that might prove useful later down the line. His bright blue eyes briefly fluttered towards Dorian's own, that soft consideration upon his lips. It would certainly be a lot for the Monarch to juggle for one evening but, Sebastian was at least willing to be understanding that, when it came to marrying royalty, he'd hardly be afforded the same attentiveness an otherwise normal couple was able of providing each other on that special night. He watched that almost pensive glimpse to Dorian's features before the fae Monarch himself seemed to at least agree to the practicality of such invitations. His own head bobbed in agreement at Dorian's suggestion that it'd certainly provide an opportunity for them both, the Englishman entirely unable to help that chuckle upon his lips at that notion that they surely attended if only for the gossip.

That gossip certainly abounded as far as they were concerned. It was hardly even merely the press and their often inaccurate or fudged details. Rather, many times it was the simple fact of their sexuality that too prompted so much speculation on the world at large. Dorian would be the only reigning King whom had married another of his gender - perhaps in all of history. The reactions of this alone had largely been mixed, some jubilantly accepting it and rallying around as some progressive leap in society while others abhorred their 'unholy' union with threats that even made Sebastian's skin crawl. Their wedding would certainly produce more chatter on both sides, the vampire making a mental note to ensure that the security at such an event was particularly higher than normal. Perhaps it might be something he was able to ask Alexander of. After all, the Dark Hunter had been....cordial enough and certainly had the mind of a taction to prove helpful in that endeavor to ensure their wedding went uninterrupted. Those more dismal thoughts, however, were interrupted by a single inquiry from his fiancee. That question of his own guest list prompted his own eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly in thought.

That mention of the staff at Belton seemed to be readily accepted, even if he was not quite sure Dorian realized exactly the extent of that family he intended to invite. Arlo too was accepted with a certain sort of readiness until the Englishman mentioned that pet that the far younger vampire seemed to fawn over. Though he was quite certain she was hardly just a pet, he was hardly oblivious to the peculiar fashion Arlo treated that animal...girl...thing. Not that she seemed to mind in the slightest. He hardly anticipated that invitation to invite the pair over for dinner, that glimpse of surprise certainly visible upon his features, though it was an idea the man readily accepted. After all, it might truly be...nice...to introduce the two men. That question of Arlo's pet's species, however prompted a near quizzical glimpse upon the King's features, one that told him well that Dorian was wholly ignorant of the animal altogether, not that such was terribly surprising. He had been meaning to take the man to the zoo and yet, doing so had become harder and harder with their ever increasing fame. "Well, perhaps we shall see one for ourselves if she chooses to come as his pet." He suggested, his head tilted to the side in a glimpse of pensiveness.

It was those thoughts of their guest list that still tugged at the vampire, the man considering the groups of individuals he was involved with only to remember that present coven he claimed rather loose allegiance to. Though Isolt had insisted they were hardly a coven in the moe traditional sense, Sebastian himself had been decidedly....absent from the group the past year or so. Then again, it wasn't as if he had been called upon either. Still, he was hardly unaware at that sense of...dissatisfaction of sorts that seemed to settle within his lover at the very mention of inviting so many of his kind to their ceremony, particularly when so many fae would surely be present. The simple mention of such was hardly regarded with any sort of disdain or discontent. Rather, it simply was fact that so many of his species gathered in one place could certainly prompt a veritable blood bath, even if he was fairly certain his own coven was hardly of such nature, except perhaps Damon. It was him alone that Sebastian spoke ill of, the vampire quite easily declaring him an ass in a sea of women whom were quite near delicate blushing flowers. Still, it was the simple knowledge that Ceara and himself in the same room tended to bring a rather unwanted presence that saw the man brush away the idea altogether.

He hardly anticipated for Dorian to so easily pick up on that distinct shift within the Englishman's usually polite vocabulary, the man almost unable to help that look of guilt across his features at the sheer mention of it. "Well....I mean....he's not that bad...I guess." He corrected himself, even though his nose wrinkled ever so slightly. He could accept the man's protectiveness over Isolt, particularly when she was so often inclined to provide Sebastian those more flirtatious introductions and yet, it was the fashion that Damon so tended to embrace Anna-Marie that prompted such dislike within him. "He is...very fond...of my maker." He admitted, his gaze briefly fluttered towards the window. After all, Dorian knew well his own dismal thoughts on that young French child. He was almost thankful, truly, for that change of topic and yet he'd truly hardly considered his Best Man, much less that wedding party at large. That consideration of asking Giles seemed almost....natural, it was a notion that Dorian too seemed to agree with. At least one decision had been made, at the very least. It was Dorian's own contemplation of who might fill that role for himself, however, that prompted Sebastian's own consideration, the Englishman offering several other alternatives as well, should Dorian wish his Godfather's involvement in a more familial role then that friendship position of Best Man. Those offers, however, seemed readily considered and yet, Sebastian could hardly fault his lover's decision on either. His own head bobbed ever so slightly in acceptance. "At the very least, we should invite them both I think. I'm sure Alexander would be an excellent choice all the same, Ma Bichette." After all, this was the very soul that was meant to stand at Dorian's side on such a special day. It should surely be his choice alone.

Any further talk of that wedding, however, was halted only by the slowing of that car. His own bright blue eyes turned towards that window, the vampire wholly surprised to see that seafaring plane awaiting them on the tarmack. A look of confusion crossed his features as Dorian exited that car, making his way towards that plan with a certain sort of confidence in the vehicle that Sebastian hardly anticipated at all. Even so, Sebastian followed behind his fiancee, stepping aboard that small plane only to busy himself with ensuring both of them were perfectly strapped in and safe. This, it seemed was as far as his own trust of such planes seemed to go. He'd certainly never flown in one so particularly....small before. It hardly took long before that plane lurched forward, quite near throwing itself into the air. The land quickly disappeared from underneath that plane, giving way to near an infinity of dark blue that looked as if it threatened to swallow them whole. His own gaze stared out to that depthless blue, the vampire entirely unwilling to release his lover's hand for even a moment, even if Sebastian himself was wholly calm. That flight itself was entirely....curious to the man, that plan deviating from what seemed like a plausible course only to drift them further out into that darkness of the night time ocean, venturing lower and lower.

Sebastian was well aware the moment that plane skipped across the water, that landing certainly bumpy and yet, she remained afloat all the same, moving forward to glide to a halt in front of a singular wooden dock. That silence quite near engulfed him, the moment his feet fell upon that wooden surface, the stillness itself was almost...discombobulating for the vampire. It was peculiar to not have his over heightened senses near assaulted with other beings, a state he'd long since come to accept. There was nothing but the smell of nature and fire and Dorian's own cologne. There was no erratic symphony of heart beats or too loud conversations. There were no red threads carpeting the floor he walked on. It was still and almost overwhelmingly quiet beyond the melodic crashing of those waves. It was the touch of Dorian's hand within his own that drew the vampire from the blatant realization that they were the only beings for miles. Sebastian nodded blankly at those words, the vampire simply allowing himself to be led from that wooden pier and towards that soft sand. He followed his lover down that pathway, his eyes easily adjusted to that dim light and yet, it was still so utterly...peculiar, the quietness and privacy that enveloped the pair.

The vampire paused but briefly at that sight of the luxurious bungalow that stood before them at the end of that path. The home was entirely lovely, that modern feel only furthered by that distinct thought that had gone into enjoying the beauty of the solitude that surrounded them. Dorian's voice quickly captured the vampire's attention as his fiancee let him onto that veranda. It was almost surprising, really, to find a place lacking those modern conveniences - entirely reminding him of that era he was born in. That sudden inquiry drew his own attention back to the Monarch, that syllable upon his lips decidedly soft in the stillness that surrounded them. "Hm?" He had hardly anticipated the rather curious placement of this island, positioned between two sovereign governments and yet, that confirmation of that fact he was well aware of was perhaps least surprising at all. "How....is there an Italian island in the middle of --" That question, however, was stopped short only by the press of Dorian's lips against his own, the passion in the depths of that kiss fully realized by the usually sensual vampire. How long had it been, truly, since they had been afforded this much privacy? Their anniversary, perhaps, all those months ago.

His free hand rose to his lover's neck, his mouth parted to press his tongue against Dorian's lips in a fashion he knew well the fae King adored. That chocolate, for once, was almost a burden, that bag requiring him to carry it when truly, the man wanted little more than to shower his fiancee with that affection the man surely deserved. This was perhaps the most intimate privacy they had ever been offered and Sebastian was keen to take advantage of it. Gingerly, he pressed the King backward, his fingers searching for some sort of surface to place that bag of chocolate upon. It hardly mattered where at that moment, the paper sack eventually landing in a chair of sorts before both hands returned to his lover's form, those kisses quite freely stolen from the fae all the while.