Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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

It was a distinctly peculiar experience for the vampiric man, this sensation of dozing upon the beach. It had been near centuries since he had felt the bliss of true sleep and not the lull of death that so often grabbed him. It was jarring, waking up between those moments in which he allowed himself to drift and yet, the crashing sound of the waves against the beach and the warmth of the sun overhead had a way of near-instantly lulling the Englishman back into that embrace of tranquility. How long had it been since life had ever felt this...perfect? Frankly, he could hardly remember anything so blissful, perhaps his youth and yet, he suspected the lens of nostalgia had painted those times to be all the sweeter than they ever had been. No, here, upon that beach and with sleep still clinging to his exhausted frame and Dorian at his side....this was the closest to paradise he had ever come. A soft exhale left his lips and yet, the vampire hardly felt inclined to move in the slightest, instead, he was more than willing to simply lay there, letting sleep claim him again. At least, such had been his intention before Dorian's voice dragged him from the fringes of that very nap.

Though the fae King had certainly teased him with the very promise of what their afternoon could hold, Sebastian had put distinctly little thought towards that activity he so often desired when he'd quite near fallen in that sand nearly an hour prior. It had hardly perturbed him that those granules had clung to his flesh, leaving trails upon his fit figure. In fact, Dorian's own mention of it was the first bit of thought he'd truly put towards it and yet, Sebastian was certain that this was exactly what the ocean was for. After all, what good would it do to shower, only to paint, and shower all over again? Unlike his companion, Sebastian held little fear of the water. He was confident in his own ability to swim, even if the man's assurance of the whole affair likely had much to do with his often almost indestructible status as a member of the undead. It hardly occurred to him that those creatures of the ocean were capable of doing him any damage, at least, not until Dorian's own fretting and continual reminder. Breathing, after all, was now something required of him, or so Dorian had seen fit to informing him at least ten times before he even stepped into those warm waves.

He hardly anticipated the fae Kings's sudden declaration that he wished to learn how to swim, upon returning to their estate in Sacrosanct. Although a portion of the vampire was largely...concerned for the prospect of his husband in the water, it was far more reassuring to have the man learn, he decided, than to live in eternal fear of his drowning in the even he found himself submerged. It was such a norm, within England, to feel some level of comfort within that ocean. After all, swimming had become quite the fashion fad within his own birth era. That inquiry of Sebastian teaching him that very skill, however, caused a small frown to twitch across his features, even as his head remained nestled in his arms. It had been...ages since he had taught anyone how to swim. He was hardly against the idea and yet, he too was well aware that, in this, it was unlikely he'd be a satisfactory teacher in any aspect. "We can hire someone...it's about time our pool got any use..." He muttered, that tiredness still clear in that British accent, even though he made the mental note to ensure the pool was given a proper cleaning upon their return.

It was the Monarch's soft touch that finally brought even the slightest stirring from the vampire. The sensation of Dorian's fingers against his skin was ticklish, that life force so clearly reacting to its maker. His body, as a result, was distinctly sensitive to even the slightest of caresses, prompting a soft sound to reverberated in the back of his throat. Sebastian hardly anticipated that sweet press of Dorian's lips against his shoulder, much less that trail up towards his neck. They both knew well just how receptive the vampire was to those presses against his jugular and quite on cue the vampire's shoulder rose with a soft chuckle, his attention shifted towards the Monarch as he drew his face from the warm caress of the sand. It was clear, even to him, that Dorian hardly intended to let him remain half asleep upon that shore for the rest of the day, not that he held any qualms of doting on his husband. Still, that sudden declaration that he was decidedly fetching in those blue-tinted sunglasses prompted a roll of his eyes. Sebastian glanced over the top of those lenses, revealing that striking blue color of his irises, a hue that rarely touched his gaze as a vampire. That compliment he offered in retort, however, was one he knew Dorian would hardly believe in the slightest and yet, Sebastian relished, truly, in the sight of that chiseled chest and muscular arms. How it allured him!

That soft press of Dorian's lips against his forehead prompted a warm simper upon the Prince's features. He had, admittedly, paid far less attention to those scandalous traits the magazines had given them, at least, not after that first one they had looked at together upon their sofa. Though Sebastian was distinctly attentive to how his actions might reflect upon Dorian, his interest in their publicity had been decidedly little. Still, his eyebrow rose ever so slightly at that suggestion of what the magazines might have been saying about himself, that soft sound of coaxing reverberated from the back of his throat to urge his lover to continue. The last thing he anticipated was for a comment upon his own musical ability. It was a skill, after all, that he neither boasted of nor kept particularly secret. Music was simply apart of him in the same way as it always had been. Still, the fashion in which Dorian compared those 'fun facts' brought laughter to his lips. "All right, all right, we'll get you a swim coach and let that leak to the press and then they'll have to find a new fun fact." He commented with a warm grin.

That soft press of Dorian's body against his own caused his head to rest back upon his arms in the sand, the man wholly content under the weight of the fae King as Dorian's fingers continued to trace those imperceptible patterns against his skin. His attention turned towards his lover at that comment of that critical decision that the Monarch was required to make. That mischievous glint within those silver hued eyes told Sebastian well enough that such a paramount choice was surely not as integral as the King made it seem and yet, Sebastian inquired sincerely all the same on the offhand chance it might be. He shifted onto his side, watching Dorian as the Monarch retreated towards his towel in search of those leaflets on the turtles they had acquired earlier in the morning. He hardly expected for the margins of it to hold those penciled drawings and yet, truly, it was quite fitting for his lover all the same. Frankly, he was certain that fun fact the media painted of the King should be of this....of his love for art. He watched as Dorian settled beside him only to present him with those ornate letters drawn with such care.

He listened with a slight hint of amusement to those struggles that his letter 'E' caused to his lover. He understood, truly, why Dorian might place such importance on that letter. After all, the King's signature went on any number of documents that might be looked on at a later point in time. Consistency was a necessity. He slowly reached out for that brochure only to better eye it, turning it within his hands ever so slightly as he glanced over those flowing letters. "I think it suits you, Ma Bichette." He uttered finally, the initials every bit as regal in appearance as Dorian was, and equally as fitting considering his position. Sebastian glanced up from the leaflet in his hands as his lover continued, only to inform him of an amusing secret he had discovered. A quizzical look crossed his features and yet, he nodded ever so slightly in memory of that conversation they had held in that snowy haven but days ago. That very suggestion to his father-in-law's middle names, however, brought a quirk of amusement upon his lips, this a topic he suddenly found of great interest. "Oh goodness, what are they?!" He inquired, entirely certain that this was something he needed to know.