Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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

It was, admittedly, hardly those swimming shorts themselves that so drove the vampire to such a comment. After all, there was only so much that could be done with such a peculiar sort of fabric and yet, he suspected that were the beach not so private, those eyes that lingered upon his husband would hardly be dwelling on that singular piece of clothing, despite how baffled Dorian too seemed of that very compliment he was afforded. It was, after all, that distinct lack of clothing that drew his bright blue eyes, the sight of that flesh and those desires it too seemed to stir within him. How he adored running his fingers against his lover's skin, and oh those very activities that simple touch could so lead to! Were it not for that very promise of what their afternoon might hold, Sebastian certainly would have had his way with his lover regardless. Still, for now, he merely offered the King an amused twitch of his lips as Dorian leaned forward to press a single tender kiss against his forehead. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as that conversation shifted to those pop culture magazines they often tended to ignore, only to mention those very 'fun facts' that Sebastian had been wholly ignorant of. Frankly, in comparison to his own, he could see well why Dorian might not find his own so favorable. Still, at least this wasn't as bad as that dating quiz, he supposed.

That suggestion to leak the very information of Dorian's newly decided swim coach seemed like a rather natural remedy to the situation and yet, even though his husband seemed keen on that very notion, it was hardly enough for the vampire. After all, why should those magazines praise him for his musical talents and yet ignore his husband's own abilities within the art realm? Perhaps they might have to leak far more than just that tid bit of the swimming instructor. Still, he had plenty of time to orchestrate the release of his lover's talent when they were back home, for now, however, Sebastian was more than content to turn his attention back to the task at hand - reclining in the warm embrace of the ivory sand. That was, at least, until the fae Monarch announced that sudden decision he had come to, one of the utmost importance. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the simple look of roguishness upon Dorian features and yet, he still asked with the appropriate level of solemness after that very determination.

He hardly anticipated the Monarch's reach for those pamphlets from earlier in the morning and yet, with a glimpse of curiosity, Sebastian found himself repositioning in that sand to better get a look at what he was about to be shown. His blue eyes skirted over towards those fanciful initials written at the corner of the page, those letters so fluidly flowing into one another in a practiced sort of ease, as if Dorian had been writing those very letters his whole life. Truly, he almost wondered what all those rejected ideas looked like before the Monarch had settled on this rendition of their new, shared last name. He could hardly suppress that merriment that he took in the idea that his own last name was nothing short of troublesome. "I'd like to see you sign your new full last name if just my 'E' is so bothersome," The Italian Prince commented in almost an afterthought. After all, if E took up so much time, he'd like to see Dorian's attempts with his 'C' and 'B' as well! Even so, Sebastian declared after a moment's study that that signature suited the regality of the Italian King perfectly. It was just as fine as Dorian was in turn.

His crystalline gaze followed his lover's hand as Dorian gestured towards another part of the paper, the margin holding his own name and yet, that 'S' that so began his name had taken on a life of its very own. Those distinct flourishes had fashioned themselves into a pair of antlers, so resembling that very animal that had become his unofficial coat of arms. "It is lovely, Ma Bichette. You will have to make a larger version for me, someday." The vampire uttered, his finger gingerly reached forward to lightly press against that pencil sketch with a touch of fondness. His attention shifted from that pamphlet at that newfound gossip that Dorian was ever keen to share and yet, with the topic of Dorian's father, even Sebastian found a sudden need to know exactly what his lover had found. The Frenchman, after all, seemed to particularly enjoy putting the vampire ill at ease, their wedding night aside. It would be nice to have something the fellow was...less than fond of sharing, even if Sebastian had little intention to use it as ammunition against his father-in-law.

That devilish grin upon the fae King's features quite near assured him that this discovery of Matteo's middle name only further assured him that this bit of gossip was nothing short of exquisite. His head bobbed quite readily at Dorian's inquiry of whether or not he was prepared for that full name. He could hardly help that rich chuckle that fell from his lips, that French version of those names did have an uncanny rhyme to them, one that surely contributed to Matteo simply abandoning them altogether and yet, they were hardly as bad as some of the middle names that so many were cursed with. His head shook ever so slightly, "He is too proud of being French, though it would not surprise me if he spoke them in their English variation to avoid it all the same." Particularly considering he quite suspected the elder man held a similar level to the promiscuous lifestyle Sebastian had once indulged in. He almost pitied the man to be stuck with that name....almost. Sebastian rolled over, his back settled in the sand as that grin still traced his lips. The vampire was oblivious to the fashion in which Dorian glanced towards that shore, at least, until that accented voice he adored so much drew his attention from the cloudless sky above them.

"I suppposeeee....." He uttered, drawing out those syllables if only for his reluctance to leave that warm sand, even in spite of that very innuendo he so often was prone to jumping to attention to. The sun, it seemed, was a very powerful motivator. The vampire watched as his lover rose from that sand, only to brush off what little he could. The action alone saw Sebastian sit up, even if he hadn't fully resigned himself to moving just yet. Rather, he watched as the fae King padded towards those gently rolling waves, those ever protective tendencies quite near demanding it of him. It was only that suggestion that the Monarch might very well drown in that low tide that brought a huff from his lips. It was hardly plausible considering how shallow the water was around Dorian's calves and yet, he hardly found he wanted to risk it all the same. He pushed himself from that sand, brushing off bits of it that stuck to his skin only to follow his lover towards the ocean. He waded out just slightly further than his husband, that cooler touch of the water against his skin was...nice...he supposed. It certainly served to chase away all hints of sleep.

He was only just beginning to wash that sandy residue from his chest when the mention of Arlo and Abby had him turn ever so slightly. "Did they?" The vampire inquired. Truthfully, even though their absence from the palace was well expected, considering that elongated honeymoon, he still felt a tinge guilty leaving the poor couple to their own devices in Italy. Still, the notion of a postcard of their own palace caused a snort to leave his nose, that grin creeping across his features. That would be something Arlo would do. His head shook ever so slightly and yet, he could hardly disagree with his husband. Frankly, he too doubted anything of interest had occurred between the palace walls of that bedroom, quite unlike their own suite. "Hm...I am sure I could encourage them along nicely....if you truly wanted to ruin Abigail's virginity." The vampire commented out loud with an almost absolute assuredness. Though he hadn't quite informed Dorian of that first night he had met Arlo, much less his own natural affinity for lust, any reservation he once held of that secret hardly seemed to matter anymore. In fact, Sebastian had hardly even paid it much thought at all, now that their love was secured by those promised bonds of eternity. His attention shifted back towards his own frame as he glanced towards his lover, holding out his arms in such a fashion to ensure Dorian could see all of him. "There, is that sand free enough?" He inquired with a hint of playfulness to his own British voice.