Sebastian Ellington

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

The very mention of that upcoming wedding and the increasingly growing guest list prompted a near flurry of considerations within the Englishman. After all, it would surely be considered an insult of he had forgotten one of those souls within his life, even if such an individual was connected to him purely upon a business front. Those invitations perhaps had more weight than anything in his life thus for, both to give one and to choose not to provide one somehow spoke volumes of his considerations on those individuals he knew on a first name basis. It was certainly stressful, to the say the least, prompting the vampire to go through that very list of souls he had any sort of regular interaction with. He had not truly considered the extent of his feelings regarding the only other male vampire within his coven, that politeness so rarely wavered to reveal his true feelings and yet, it seemed, after over a year at Dorian's side, that facade had a fashion of slipping for the King's ears alone. Even so, the simple fact that Dorian had noticed that bluntness to his usually distinctly British mannerism had quite near prompted Sebastian to backstep, the man both falling back to those old habits while also making an effort to explain in rather broad strokes just why that elder vampire brought him such discomfort.

The very mention of that child whom had not only murdered him but also gifted him with that eternal life that even made those nuptials a possibility, however, seemed to spark a sort of dark distaste within both men. Her truly self-centered, childish ways had a fashion of chasing away that eternal pleasantness that surrounded both Monarch and Consort, enough so that even Dorian seemed equally as willing to declare that man whom was so fond of the French child as an utter ass, despite the King's own unusual use of that word. Sebastian could hardly help that warm simper that spread across his own features at that agreement and yet, truly, he was equally as pleased for that shift in conversation away from the woman that brought him such despondency. That decision of whom would stand at his side was certainly a monumental one, that honor certainly not lost upon the vampire and yet, truly, there were very few individuals within that world whom he was close enough to gift that spot to, beyond, of course, that line of manservants whom had served so faithfully at his side for so very long. Giles was an almost natural decision, particularly considering how old his father was, not that such had kept Sebastian from remaining in contact with the eldest living member of that makeshift family.

With his own choice near effortlessly made, the vampire easily turned that inquiry upon Dorian's decision in the matter, after all, he would undoubtedly require someone at his side, that choice perhaps even of greater importance then his own. It was that glimpse of indecision within the fae at that suggestion of his Godfather that prompted the Englishman to attempt to provide other suggestions, as difficult as they surely were. After all, Dorian had spent the majority of his own life locked away from the world at large, any close relationships he might have crafted within that time surely must have either ended in a death or consisted of an individual of his own staff. Still, at the very least, those men the Monarch considered surely should be invited to attend, regardless of whether or not that honor was bestowed upon them. Any further conversation of that wedding, however, was brought to a rather abrupt end by the sudden slowing of that vehicle upon that dock, presenting the pair with that seafaring plane that so clearly awaited them alone.

The simple fact that Dorian had sought to take him upon such a plane was decidedly peculiar, particularly considering the fae King's distrust of such modern devices and the sea at large. Regardless, soon enough, Sebastian found himself airborne, looking out over the dark and near endless expanse of the ocean. Though Sebastian had all but refused to release his hold upon the Monarch's hand, his own gaze remained inquisitively peeled upon any lights of that journey, that route entirely curious as they began to drift lower and lower before, finally, skipping across that water. The vampire was acutely aware of the silence that surrounded them as he followed his lover off that plane and onto that wooden dock, the stillness was quite near baffling, if not wholly overwhelming for just how his senses failed to pick up anything at all. He allowed himself to be led from the dock towards that sand and up that pathway, the man all the while presented the stillness and tranquility that surrounded him with an almost lost sort of look. Truly, he could scarcely remember when he had been this alone, not that he detested it in any sense. It wasn't until the pair had reached that luxurious home of sorts that the reality of their situation begun to truly dawn upon him, that present was certainly magnificent in ways he could hardly even voice. From that olden flare with those flickering lights to those modern conveniences and that intimate privacy! It was more than he could ever truly ask for, much less dream of.

That inquiry of how Dorian had come to own such a peculiarly positioned place, however, was quite near lost in that press of the King's lips against his own. This, it would seem, was a hint that Sebastian was more than willing to oblige in, his hand shifted towards the back of the Monarch's neck, his tongue gingerly brushing against the King's lips with a clear intention of deepening that kiss. His interest in that chocolate, however, seemed to quickly dissipate in the wake of all that Dorian was quite clearly offering him. Quite purposefully, the vampire moved his fiance backwards with the slight press, the man clearly hunting for some place he might put down that chocolate bag. He hardly cared in that moment as that bag found that chair, several pieces falling upon the fabric and out of that white paper. The only thing that truly mattered to him was the man within his arms and that mouth against his own. He was wholly content to steal several of those kisses, the vampire's own body equally as ready to take the Monarch deeper into that home to finish that which Dorian had quite clearly started. That grazing of Dorian's teeth against his own bottle lip certainly didn't help with those ever increasing urges. That breathlessness to the Monarch's voice in the wake of those sweet displays of affection hardly went unnoticed by the vampire and yet, that explanation certainly provided those answers he had once cared of, once and no longer.

It was that suggestion of more however, that prompted his eyebrows to raise and yet, Sebastian hardly protested as his lover took him by the hand to lead him further into that home. His gaze skirted over that living room and over those details of that kitchen, both rooms hardly of any great interest to him given the current circumstances. Rather, it was that final room the Monarch saw to show him that prompted that warm grin to settle upon his features, the flickering of that light above certainly was....romantic, to say the very least. It was clear the level of thought that had been put into this place, particularly so that Sebastian himself might be given the chance to enjoy it. That soft whisper from the Dorian's lips drew his bright blue eyes, the vampire entirely unable to help that roguish grin that crossed his features at that very suggestion of fulfilling that goal they'd once placed for themselves here. Oh, if only the man knew just how much he was looking forward to spending the entirety of one of those upcoming evenings nestled within that bed - with no one to judge them, no one to intrude, no one to see them, and no one to hear them. It was a bloody paradise.

Those near teasing words brought his own gaze back towards his lover, that soft chuckle settled upon his lips. "I fully intend to enjoy this day without clothes." He commented, stepping closer towards the Monarch at the soft press of Dorian's hands, his lips quite eagerly meeting the King's own. Oh he had every intention of taking advantage of that privacy they were given, of enjoying those near white sands in the morning and ensuring the fae Monarch was nothing short of utterly exhausted the following evening. That little island had been nothing short of a godsend in that veritable hurricane of media presence that tended to surround them, enough so that Sebastian was almost sad when it was time to see that island go, much less return to their normal lives within that bustling metropolis. At the very least, there was one near ecstatic puppy waiting for their return.