It was a silly thing, surely, the very joy the Monarch so took from the simple sight of those letters so printed neatly across the back of that information leaflet. So designing a new signature was by no means a simple task in any sense, the Monarch requiring something sensible and practical while also containing some measure of royal flare all the same. That artistic part of him refused to settle upon anything to overly bland while that practical sense so demanded something that could be written over and over with at least some measure of speed. After all, a good many days were spent merely sitting in his office signing those documents placed before him. Yet, for all the importance that signature held for work and practicality, Dorian could hardly deny that simper it so brought to his lips to toy with those letts off his new last name, his married name. The mere memory of that wedding alone was still strong within his thoughts and too- his chest so had a habit of near fluttering in delight each time he eyed that name all the same. The Fae King having taking a distinct pleasure in working upon that very piece while Sebastian dozed beside him and the sun heated his own skin on that terribly perfect morning. Dorian taking near as much satisfaction in so at last presenting that finished piece to his lover all the same as he moved to rest in that sand beside him and Sebastian shifted to better see that offered paper. The Fae King wholly content to assure him that the letters of Sebastian's last name were by far the more difficult ones. E, he was sure, had no business being so difficult as it was. Sebastian's insistence that he would like to see him sign that new name in full prompting the lift of both his eyes.

"I had not even considered B and C yet, let alone W. Heavens but this will take me another day to perfect! The things I do for you, Mon Cher. Taking on these letters you bring. This, I am quite assured, must be the result of love."

That near impish, teasing grin so managed to find him then. Those words playfully offered as that soft chuckle fell from his lips and Dorian so handed that paper to his companion to better view. Sebastian so declaring that newly appointed signature suited him perfectly. Dorian unable to prevent that smile of satisfaction that adorned his features even if he was quite assured Sebastian would claim to like just about anything he crafted. That approval no less satisfying in any sense. After all, Sebastian was so often the only being whose opinion he cared for at all. He shifted but slightly then to point towards Sebastian's own name, that 'S' so having been crafted between the slope and rise of a pair of deer antlers- the unofficial sigil of Sebastian himself and one that more readily lent itself to artistic practice then the official lion of his house. Sebastian's insistence that he need one day make a real one for him readily saw Dorian's attention shift to the paper again as the vampires fingers moved to trace over it. The Italian so considering already how best to reconstruct that fanciful letter as his head nodded in agreement. The very idea of names prompting a further consideration to his mind.

It was a decidedly rare thing to discover any sort of amusement at all when it came to his Father. Matteo was, if nothing else, decidedly skilled at so concealing those very pieces of information upon himself he desired no other to know. Dorian so having, rather accidentally, come to the discovery of Matteo's middle names. That subsequent research so assuring him off just why those names were so well hidden. Even Wikipedia had not provided them, offering those mere initials instead! The very utterance of his discovery readily seemed to intrigue Sebastian in turn, the pair of them, perhaps, occasionally inclined to that very gossip that so flourished in their court (as it had done since the dawn of time in any court) and they so tended to ignore. The amusement that laced his voice was surely clear as he offered those very names. Dorian unable to stop that laughter that fell from his lips at the notion his father's middle names tended to rhyme- almost comically so. An equally rich chuckle falling from Sebastian then.

"When we return from our honeymoon I shall have to ask him off his names in a manner that appears casual. I shall be truly intrigued to see if he speaks them in their true French or offers them in English as you suggest- if he tells them to me at all."

There was, he knew, every chance Matteo would simply deny to utter them and yet Dorian so enjoyed that singular piece of information Sebastian and himself might have upon the age-old Frenchman whom seemed to know all the secrets of everybody else. Surely it was only right that they might have one off his own in turn? Sebastian shifted easily onto his back then as Dorian's own gaze lingered upon that warm, sparkling sea. The Monarch so at last suggesting a need to wash that sand from themselves if only to fulfil his desire to....paint. Sebastian's clear reluctance to extricate himself from that sand only further prompted another chuckle from Dorian himself. The Fae King shifting his own fit figure to rise and steadily make his way down to that shoreline. The water was near refreshingly cool and yet hard cold in any fashion. Dorian so making his way out until that water lapped at his knees- deep enough to allow him to wash that sand from himself while remaining far too shallow to present any real danger and yet- Sebastian remained upon the shoreline still. Dorian wholly aware off his lovers gaze upon him all the same and yet he could so hardly prevent that near idle utterance he was surely at risk of drowning all the same. That alone seeming to prompt the vampire into action. Dorian allowing that simper to find his lips ashe sought to wash the sand from his arms.

It was only once the vampire had joined him that Dorian saw fit to mention that postcard they had received from their own palace and so pictured with their palace in turn. Arlo the very sort of being to send them a picture of their own home, one so purchased from what he was rather assured was their own gift shop. Really, it was a wonder Abigail had not insisted on doing it herself. Dorian quite assured the woman was the far more capable of the pair when it came to those matters of social consideration. The Monarch nodding readily then at Sebastian's query as he splashed another handful of water against his own chest. His husband's snort of amusement so betraying the very notion the vampire surely agreed with him when it came to Arlo and the Crusniks unusual manner altogether.

Still, Dorian could so hardly deny he enjoyed the other couple, thoroughly so, even if he was assured their relationship was not moving nearly so quickly as he deemed it should. It was, he supposed, hardly his business in any sense and yet he found he quite desired that relationship to succeed. Despite the decidedly curious manner both Arlo and Abby presented as individuals they were oddly suited as a pair. The Monarch so commenting simply that he was rather assured that despite sharing a room, and a bed, the couple had hardly engaged in anything more intimate then merely sleeping beside one another! Sebastian, it seemed, readily inclined to agree before so suggesting he might encourage them along. That soft snort of amusement so leaving the Monarch now, that further teasing chuckle upon his lips.

"I should not care to ruin her virginity, that is surely a task for Arlo alone although frankly I worry for his skills. How, might I ask, do you intend to encourage them along? Although I have long since suspected you have some talent for that."

That grin upon his lips hardly faltered as he so glanced upward from that ocean once more to eye his companion, one silver eye lifting slightly in turn. Dorian nothing if not terribly observant when he chose to be, the Monarch having long since come to suspect Sebastian held an affinity of sorts for attraction perhaps, else some ability to coax others towards him- and perhaps to one another. Dorian so hardly finding himself concerned for such a talent in any sense. After all, it so surely held little influence on their own relationship now. That utter love he possessed for his husband one he knew readily to be so genuinely off his own making. Dorian paused to further consider that other couple once more as he worked to remove the last of that sand.

"Do you not find it unusual that a woman such as she has never been with a man? She is very comely and perfectly pleasant and she is surely at least twenty. In my own time she would well be married by now, although I suppose such ideals have long since changed. Is she very religious?"

That genuine curiosity so readily laced his accented words then, Dorian glancing back towards Sebastian once more as if fully anticipating the vampire might well know the answers to such things. Arlo, he suspected, was hardly a religious being and yet perhaps it was for the simple respect of Abigail's own beliefs the couple had so far refrained from anything more passionate. Dorian allowed so thoughts to persist for several moments longer as the last of that sand was washed from him. His silver gaze returned to Sebastian then as the vampire promptly held out his own arms before inquiring as to whether or not he was sand free. The Monarch's own arms folded softly across his chest then, Dorian so content to eye his lover near critically then- as if he truly sought to judge the very lack of sand upon his fit figure. His silver gaze drifted slowly across his companions physique, Dorian so eyeing each hard plain and sculpted muscle. How well he knew Sebastian's body, every line and curve of it and yet how he still desired it so eagerly as he had always done! That simple want tugging at him even now as that warm simper so at last found his features. Dorian so closing that small distance between them as if he required a final closer look.

"I think it appears sufficient, shall we see?"

One hand lifted easily upward to settle behind his lovers neck. Dorian's lips eagerly pressing to Sebastian's own then. The Fae King quite assured the vampire was by far the most proficient kisser he had ever known. That simple taste of him alone decidedly sweet and gloriously addicting. Dorian gently breaking that kiss only to press his lips to Sebastian's jaw, allowing that soft line of kisses to continue to that ever-sensitive neck, his shoulder, his collarbone and further downward to flutter teasingly across his chest. Sebastian's skin so tasting of sun and salt all at once. That final, gentle kiss so ending just before Sebastian's stomach as Dorian leaned away- his hand so lifted then to brush his thumb gently across his own lips before his gaze shifted down to examine it.

"Hmm, I am quite sure there is only one grain of sand here. I think your effort is quite passable. Come on."

That soft chuckle fell readily from him once more, Dorian's hand held out for his husbands own then, their fingers so entwining as he moved to lead the way back up the beach and toward that luxurious cabin. Dorian wholly eager to engage his lover in that singular first they might share together. The Italian paused but briefly at the door to assure the sand was wiped clean off his feet, his hand released from his lovers own only to fetch that very art kit Sebastian had so presented him upon his birthday in Stockholm. Dorian passing that box to the vampire then before gesturing to that sweeping sun-drenched verandah that overlooked their private beach and much of the island itself. The view nothing short of glorious in every sense. The Monarch content to find himself distinctly....excited to test out that new form of art making, a part of him near nervous all at once and yet he so hardly found that feeling disagreeable in any sense. Dorian so relishing in those new experiences and in keeping that promise he had made so long ago to Sebastian himself in so finally committing to those very acts outside. Dorian so hardly afraid of those more public displays any longer. How much had changed!

"I think right there in the center is a very good place. Are you ready, Mon Cher, to try this very first with me? I am quite excited to try this."

Dorian Aragona