It was an unusual thing, in every sense, to see Sebastian so very....human. It was a silly thing surely and yet the Monarch so took near every bit of equal delight as his lover did in so simply seeing the man enjoy that sunlight. How much those little things might mean to the vampire and to- too his very husband so destined to watch him, sometimes, struggle with that very creature he was, one so destined to the dark of the night. To see Sebastian find a peace and contentment enough beneath that heated sphere of sun to drift in and out of wakefulness, while surely taken for granted by so many, was utterly blissful to the Monarch to behold. Dorian so poised to consider whether or not his lover dreamed in those moments, an avenue he knew to be closed to the man in that embrace of death that so often held him in those daylight hours. Surely he did dream, any man did and yet Dorian so hardly sought to disturb his lovers peace with such questions as that. At least for now. He had, after all, so forced his companion to walk over near half that island in pursuit of those Iguanas and turtles. Sebastian was unused to his human figure and its limitations. That very tiredness that so afflicted him now one that his vampiric form remained unhindered by. Dorian content to simply allow Sebastian that rest his body demanded off him. His own figure equally content to simply enjoy that sun in turn- and that exquisite platter of fruit between them.

It was his singular desire to check whether or not Sebastian had actually remembered to eat that so prompted that shift toward the man. The Italian Prince inclined to forget those very needs of a mortal figure and yet it was the very sight of the man so sprawled in that heated sand, as if he desired to absorb every bit of sun he could, that so prompted that chuckle from the Monarch's lips. Dorian shifted easily toward him then with that singular assurance that if he still desired to enjoy that afternoon as they had planned he would be required to remove that very sand from his figure. Sebastian so insisting that this was surely what the ocean was for as Dorian's own silver gaze lifted toward that sparkling sea. There was surely no denying the appeal of that water. The Fae King, until now, never truly having seen water so blue or sand so white. That water too, was far warmer than any ocean Dorian himself had ever waded within. The man baffle by how that temperature could change so much and yet his very concern for those oceanic creatures so prompted his unwillingness to press to far outward. Dorian, more often than not, content to sit in those shallows or wade in those rock pools while Sebastian sawm. The Italian still decidedly prone to warning his lover about those various stingrays all the same. A creature that moved about the water in such a bizarre fashion with a very spear for a tail was undoubtedly unholy- of that he was assured. That near contemplative look so lingering upon his features for some moments longer. Those accented words leaving him then.

"I think perhaps, when it is so we return home, that I might need to finally learn to swim. I feel so very...ancient when I need admit that I cannot to others. It was common, in my time, that sailors alone learned to swim and yet the world has changed. Perhaps we might hire someone for that, unless you think you could teach me? I shan't have Matteo do it though, I dread to think as to his teaching. I am quite tired, too, of all those magazines so labelling my inability to swim as a 'fun fact'."

That soft chuckle so managed to find him all the same in the wake of that singular admittance that the magazines and there gossip columns so seemed to find his lack of swimming skill to be print-worthy news. Truly, he supposed, there was little need for him to read those utterly trashy magazines at all and yet they were so often the most amusing in every sense. Even if only for the amount of information that got wrong. The Monarch's fingers reached outward then, pressing gently to the heated skin off his lovers back to trace that idle pattern downwards. He could very near feel that life within Sebastian's figure, one that seemed eager to respond to his touch and too- one he knew provided the vampire with a terribly increased sensitivity the Fae so positively adored. Dorian quite unable to prevent that warm simper that found his lips at even that soft sound he managed to coax from his husband now. His lips pressed sweetly to that soft skin, brushing that smooth, playful trail along his lovers shoulder and toward that gloriously sensitive flesh of the man's neck. Dorian so purposely seeking to tease the vampire with those very kisses- so forcing the man's shoulders to lift as Sebastian angled his head to face him. Dorian wholly satisfied with his husbands attention upon him in full- if only to inform him off how utterly desirable he appeared in those blue sunglasses the Monarch had gifted him on that birthday in Belton they had shared.

That look he was so afforded over the rim of those sunglasses only further prompted that grin upon his features, Sebastian scoffing readily at the notion only to announce Dorian's own figure appeared painfully sexy in those swim trunks. The Monarch so glancing down toward those gold coloured shorts with a playful roll of his own eyes, Sebastian accent decidedly strong in those efforts to emphasize that very point. Dorian leaning forward in that same moment to press that singular, teasing kiss to his lovers forehead.

"Well, someone has told me now. Even despite my thinking they are not nearly as flattering as you imply. Do you want to know what fun fact the magazine wrote about you, hmm? 'His Highness Sebastian is a gifted musician.' My husband is a gifted musician while I would drown in a puddle according to them. How flattering"

That very grin and too- that warm chuckle that fell from him so readily displaying a lack for any true concern over that magazine. Dorian content to rest against his lovers back as his fingers continued that idle trail along that smooth, warm skin. Sebastian's head returned to his own arms then. A near impish look finding the Monarch's features as he so queried his lover on any desire the man might have to hear of that 'important' decision he had made today. Sebastian so insiting he desired to hear it as Dorian shifted away from the vampire to reach for those very leaflets on turtles once more. Those pages, this time, turned over. The backs of those leaflets now adorned in several pencil sketchings. Dorian rolled easily onto his own stomach then to lie beside his husband within that sand, those pencil sketchings held before them then to allow Sebastian to eye those delicately crafted and beautifully ornate letters that had been drawn with distinct care on the page.The letters D, E and A having been listed across the page with decorative drawings inside and around them- several signatures combining those letters signed beneath them.

"I have decided on how to finally sign my new name. The letter E you see, is a troublesome letter. You are probably used to the E of Ellington but it was a terribly new experience for me. Yet, I am assured I have mastered its use. What do you think?"

How a man signed his name, after all, was a terribly important thing. Especially when his signature was required so very often. Dorian gesturing to that shorthanded version he had so been working on, the Monarch having settled upon DEA, those letters perfectly penned with that E on a slight slant between the D and A. Those letters flowing effortlessly in to one another in a fashion the Monarch seemed distinctly pleased with. Dorian wholly aware that very 'decision' was perhaps not at all the sort Sebastian had so expected, amusement lacing his features all the same as his head rested within his free hand atop that sand. That paper so held towards Sebastian to allow him to see that new, combined last name they shared. The very sight of it alone so having a habit of prompting that simple...delight within the Monarch all the same. How silly it was and yet how utterly he could not deny that fluttering within his chest that simple name might bring him!

"Do you know too, Bastian, I have discovered something terribly amusing. I think though that it is a terribly great secret so you shall have to pretend you do not know it. Do you recall how it was so, in Stockholm, that you suggest I might send my Father a text?"

Dorian paused then, affording his lover that chance to consider that previous conversation. The Monarch still largely baffled as to just who his Father had staying with him that past week and yet for now, at least, such a mystery was destined to remain. Dorian so instead having stumbled quite upon another curiosity.

"Matteo emailed his reply to me, heavens knows why he did that, but his email was from his office and it so has his initials attached to it at the bottom in an official manner. He has four initials which I found most curious and you know how it is I am curious of things. It took me a little but I so searched his name yesterday evening while you were brushing your teeth. Do you know why Matteo never uses his full name? His middle names rhyme with one another."

At that, Dorian could so hardly help that laughter falling from his lips.

Dorian Aragona