he was both everything you could ever want
and nothing you could ever have

Sebastian had never thought he might ever find another individual in which his world might so revolve around. How everything else seemed to fall away when he was beside Dorian. Very little, in those moments, mattered quite as much as the Italian King. It had been quite near astonishing, really, that very moment when he realized exactly how much the man had begun to mean to him. What had started as nothing more than innocent flirting and a pleasurable romp between the sheets so quickly began to evolve into so much more. He had thought he was immune to love and now, now he was so willing to simply sell one of those estates he had acquired and move halfway across the world to live in a quaint little town that, once, might have been too quiet for the promiscuous vampire. He hadn't truly settled in one place beyond the borders of England in so long, and yet, with Dorian, settling seemed the exact sort of thing to do. It was a fanciful idea, to have this place to retreat to when the rest of the world so permeated with ridicule and contempt at their very union. The fact that the simple thought of that move alone prompted that dazzling simper upon Dorian's features only further solidified that very notion within the vampire's mind.

His crystalline blue eyes lingered upon his lover as the fae King spoke of those could be's. They could be happy here. Maxwell could enjoy that welcoming city. One day. At the very least, maybe acquiring property here might be nice for vacationing purposes. At the very least it would be far more economical than that lavish hotel room, considering the nightly price of that suite alone. "One day." He offered as a simple promise. His fingers remained intertwined within Dorian's own as they headed down that same pathway past that stone equine statue, through that Central Square and back down those brightly lit storefronts that had so enamored his lover but only an hour ago. Dorian, however, seemed hardly enticed by those shops in the same manner he had been before. Quite on the contrary, his lover seemed steadfast on that path back to the hotel and that very mysterious task that required the vampire's absence. That walk back to the Grand Hotel was decidedly short, those footmen rushing to open the doors for the royal couple and welcome them back.

Sebastian could hardly help the fashion his nose seemed to wrinkle at that mention of that cafe whilst Dorian left him to his own devices. His own response was nothing short of begrudging in every aspect, the vampire entirely content to simply stand there and watch the retreating form of his lover disappear into those elevators. It was with a sigh that the man headed towards that cafe, the prospect of a warm beverage was, perhaps, the only thing that made that separation bearable, even though Sebastian knew well he was being a touch melodramatic about the whole affair. The vampire settled at one of the small circular tables in front of that window. He fished his phone from his pocket, only to use that half hour he was provided to tend to his own affairs from those emails from the various heads of his estates, to those concerns of his business and new installation of that ocean turbine. He had only just begun to browse the local real estate with Dorian's phone number flashed across his screen with a summary of a text message. He was glad, frankly, to find his ban lifted and yet, he could hardly return to that suite empty handed, not when he had been given the opportunity to enjoy that luxury roasted coffee the cafe boasted.

It was only once he acquired that coffee he knew well that Dorian favored that the vampire left that cafe, only to be stopped by the front desk agent. He hadn't expected those packages to arrive tonight and yet, the very sight of them certainly caused a level of delight within the Englishman. He had been quite disgruntled that those gifts hadn't arrived in time for Dorian's birthday and yet, he supposed at least they had finally found their way through the mail system all the same. It was with a rather grateful word of thanks that the Englishman took those cardboard boxes, only to make his way towards the elevator and than up towards that suite. It took an almost meticulous level of balance to fit that key card in the door whilst juggling those boxes and that coffee and yet, he managed all the same after several moments. Upon first glance, nothing truly seemed amiss, or even out of the ordinary as he called out for his lover, depositing those boxes on the dining room table. He followed the sound of the fae Monarch's voice towards the bedroom, only to pause upon that threshold with a befuddled look upon his features.

That explanation he was afforded only further managed to confuse him, at least, until he was afforded some idea of what that intended 'prey' was. It was, admittedly, his second favorite sort of 'prey'. The very idea seemed to wholly captivate the vampire as he stepped closer, reaching upwards to pluck from the blades of that fan a rather large chocolate egg. It was that alone that had been out of place enough to reward the vampire's short attention. He could hardly help that smug look upon his features at finding that first of many eggs, that look of indignation upon the fae King's features only further encouraged that chuckle on his lips. "You don't often see objects like this on fan blades." The vampire admitted as he placed that first egg within that basket, only to hand the Monarch that coffee. It was near immediately that the Englishman sought more information upon the very number of eggs hidden in that suite and yet, truthfully he was hardly willing to wait long enough for a response before his gaze was scanning the room for any object out of place, the vampire easily spotted several out of place eggs upon the shelves of that room.

He heard, at least vaguely, the sheer number of eggs and yet, the man was already busy snatching those eggs from those places, only to return to the bed to deposit those pilfered sweets into that basket. His nose twitched, the vampire clearly intending to utilize his own heightened senses to aid in that investigation and yet, all he was greeted with was that intoxicating scent of the fae Monarch and that cologne that Dorian had taken to wearing. It wasn't often that the vampire announced any mention of what he was capable of smelling, much less how delectable the Italian was and yet, tonight, that excitement had truly gotten the best of him. He had already begun to move further from the King before that very talk of taking off 'things' saw the vampire pause within his steps. His blue eyes turned back towards the Monarch. Sebastian nibbled on his bottom lip in a momentary glimpse of indecision. It was a difficult choice, truly, to choose between Dorian's handsome figure and chocolate. "You wouldn't dare." He commented after a moment and yet, that look of suspicion upon his features told very well he was certain Dorian might do just that.

That pause, however, was fairly short-lived before Sebastian's attention was redirected towards that hunt. Those curtains were all jostled by his hands, resulting in several further eggs. He glanced around the television and that media stand, only to fetch several of those smaller objects. That hunt, however, left the man entirely inattentive to the fashion Dorian's gaze seemed to linger upon those boxes he had left on the dining room table. His nose twitched yet again, the vampire entirely determined, it seemed, to clear the suite section at a time. Though he heard that inquiry of what was inside those boxes, Sebastian hardly bothered to respond, the vampire too busy with hunting behind the television on the offhand chance Dorian might have placed some of those eggs there. It was only once he was sure of that living area that he moved into the kitchen, the vampire paused at the sound of his lover's taunting voice. A small frown crossed his features as he eyed that flat, the man apparently of the decision that the kitchenette surely held some sort of trickily hidden eggs if Dorian was content to comment on them now.

"Birthday presents." He muttered over his shoulder, the answer to that earlier half spoken inquiry was quite without any context as he began to open each and every cabinet and drawer within the kitchenette. The fridge was too rifled through in the same meticulous fashion, only for the vampire to turn his attention towards those decorations within. "Ah! Found you!" Sebastian declared as he plucked those lids off the jars on the counter. Those jars, much to his displeasure, were far too small even for the pianist's hands, and in the end, they ended up upended on the counter just for those little colorfully wrapped eggs. It was with that latest find recovered that he returned to the Monarch, only to put those newest finds in that basket in front of Dorian. "How many have I found?" He inquired, entirely trusting the fae King to count those eggs rather than to steal or rehide them. Sebastian himself was still entirely determined to find the rest of those eggs. At the very least, he was sure he had not yet found all fifty.

He moved throughout that suite, only to pause quite abruptly before the bookcase. A small look of confusion crossed his features as he stared at that bookshelf, his nose twitched, giving away that he was attempting to smell for that chocolate. His gaze skirted up and down that bookshelf and yet, he was altogether certain he didn't see anything on those shelves like those chocolate eggs. His hands reached forward to feel the space between the tops of that books and the shelf itself and yet, even that area too was void of any of those sweets. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly as he stepped back from that bookshelf, his gaze still entirely steadfast upon it, as if that simple act of staring might somehow offer him some level of insight as to where that rather faint smell of chocolate originated from. He was certain it was here, or at least, near here. Dorian had promised he had been tricky. He reached forward to pull that first book out of the shelf, that glimpse of puzzlement only continued as he found not a thing hidden behind it either. "What did you do?" He muttered, more to himself than the fae King that was so responsible for that puzzle in the first place.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona