Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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

Sebastian could feel his heart pounding erratically within his chest in the aftermath of that pleasurable satisfaction. He could hear the blood pounding in his ears as his breaths continued in that same unsteady fashion. How long had it been since he had felt so utterly spent? Between their morning adventure, the warmth of the sun, and the very sensations Dorian had assaulted him to, Sebastian found himself utterly exhausted. Were it not for the paint that coated their figures, accompanied with that sheen of sweat, there was every chance the Italian Prince might simply lay there on the verandah some time longer. His whole body still felt entirely hyper-aware in the afterglow of their activities, the sun streaming across their bodies, the gentle cool breeze off the ocean, the mere scent of that island paradise. All of it was so much more than anything Sebastian had experienced in some time. He was well aware of Dorian's figure as the man rested against him, Dorian's own heart seemed to pound against the vampire's skin. His breath was equally as erratic, at least promising the Monarch had enjoyed himself. His hand sluggishly reached upwards in some effort to embrace his husband. Maybe he could convince Dorian to take another nap.

It was those thoughts that lingered upon his mind before his lover voiced his own concerns on how they might get up from that slick canvas, much less back into the house to clean off the results of their artwork. His assurance that the kit had thought of this too was quite breathless, his gesture towards the black box even half-hearted. He hardly made an effort to stop the King as his lover finally shifted away from him, easing himself off of that canvas. Sebastian could hear the crinkle of plastic beneath his lover's feet and yet, it took him a moment longer before he felt inclined to reach for the King's outstretched hand. He'd only just managed to maneuver himself to a sitting position with his lover so abruptly fell to his knees. The very action brought a glimpse of concern to his features and yet, he hardly had the moment to ask after it before the Prince found himself quite near tackled back onto the canvas. The sheer collision of Dorian's form against his left him wholly surprised. He wasn't used to being so easily pushed around, his undead physic so often came with such benefits that to be tackled was often a fruitless endeavor. For the first time, the vampire found himself almost missing the nearly immovable nature of his undead body. This, after all, left him startled.

It took the man a moment to hear those voices upon the beach and yet, the distance from them to the verandah, along with the landscaping, helped to assure the two men went unseen. Even so, he could quite near feel the fae Monarch frozen against him, the man wholly had forgotten that ability of invisibility at that moment it truly could have benefited them. He should have known this would happen. He considered, briefly, reaching for his own affinity to hurry that couple along only to remember this too was robbed of him. It was quite the terrible inconvenience, now that he considered it. Fortunately, they hardly had to wait long before the pair continued on their beach walk, none the wiser of what was occurring just feet from where they had stood. Dorian's own admission, in those moments after, that this position was hardly any less favorable prompted a soft chuckle upon Sebastian's lips, even if the Englishman was hardly bothered either which way. That rich sound of Dorian's own laughter only furthered that smile upon his features, even as the King tried to stifle it by burying his head into Sebastian's neck. It was the little moments that truly prompted those feelings of adoration within the vampire - moments such as this.

Even so, Sebastian had all but decided he had quite had his fill of the squishy substance beneath him, much less the combination of other bodily fluids that coated his frame. That gentle coaxing was all that was necessary for his lover to extract himself from that canvas all over again, rising to his feet only to assist the vampire in doing the same a second time around, this one most definitely not ending with the Englishman back on the floor, to which he was grateful. His own crystalline gaze momentarily landed upon that canvas and the spread of paint, the artwork no longer looked anything like those globs Dorian had so carefully placed. The colors took on a piece all their own during those intimate moments. Those very lines and combinations of paint held meanings just for them alone. His gaze fluttered towards the Monarch as the man began to speak, his own features twisted into a warm grin at the King's insistence that he would surely work with his lover again on another piece. "I'm glad to have met your high standards." He returned with blatant jesting. "If anyone asks, just tell them it's abstract art. You should see what pieces pass for art these days." The man continued, glancing back at their work with some measure of fondness all the same.

He hardly anticipated that soft kiss upon his cheek, his attention near immediately turned back towards his lover at that unanticipated glimpse of affection. He watched the King as Dorian too seemed to eye that paint that had begun to dry within the sun. Even so, his head bobbed at that very suggestion of finding those slippers, much less the idea of a bath. A bath, he was sure, sounded absolutely glorious. That suggestion to hang it in the hall prompted another nod from the Englishman. "No, I think the hall is a lovely choice. We'll have to get it stretched and framed though. They sold stretching bars to do it ourselves but...." He shrugged ever so slightly, entirely unsure if Dorian's love for art extended to stretching his own canvases and choosing his own frames. Sebastian watched as Dorian plucked those plastic slippers from the kit, only to look at them with such disdain that the vampire could hardly help the chuckle on his lips. His sudden announcement that Dorian shouldn't look at him due to the slippers, however, prompted a soft sound of discontent from the man. "Forget the sight of you naked in plastic slippers? Not a chance." He reassured his lover with a warm grin.

Sebastian took several moments to put those plastic slippers upon his own feet, careful to ensure the bottoms of the slippers remained clean for that short trek to the bathroom. He'd hardly given much thought to any future experiments with paint, not with the desire for sleep still heavily resting upon him, much less that gnawing in his stomach. That outstretched hand pulled his attention from his own shoes as his fingers intertwined with Dorian's own, allowing himself to bed led from the scene of their most recent coupling and into the safety of that lavish lodge. That inquiry of his name prompted a soft sound from his lips as Dorian continued onward. "Mmhm." He confirmed his remembrance of those first times they had spoken of just moments prior, entirely unaware of where the King was going with such a line of questioning. He hardly expected that inquiry of dating, the very notion of it caused his eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly as he considered the very answer he might provide his husband. He glanced towards the King as they reached the bedroom, that impish look upon Dorian's features only furthered his own inquisitiveness as the Monarch started to recount his own worst date.

He was inquisitive, truly, to note that walking the gardens was akin to a date for the fae Monarch and yet, he had hardly anticipated the tale of ants. Sebastian could hardly help that look of horror upon his own features at Dorian's admittance that he had quite near abandoned the girl to her fate and had been forced to summon the palace guards, particularly when the little bugs began to bite the poor girl. Frankly, he could see where Catalina had failed to ask for another walk. He watched as his lover reached down to start the flow of that water, testing it only to glance back towards the vampire. His assurance that the King would surely fight off ants for Sebastian's sake, however, only caused the man's hand to raise to the back of his neck, only to find it caked in paint all over again. Somehow, he'd forgotten of that. "Well, I would hope so." He commented, almost concerned the King might be afraid enough to leave him to be devoured by those awful little creatures. Admittedly his own tale was, hardly quite so dramatic, nor even nearly as uncomfortable for any parties involved.

"I fear I don't have any stories quite like yours, Ma Biche. Yours is really the worst." He was, perhaps, teasing his lover after all those years in reminding the King how truly awful it was to fail to help the poor woman in need. Even so, he hardly lingered long upon such consideration before speaking instead of his own mortal days. "I fear I did not truly court when I was mortal. Courting was always about finding the one for engagement and....I was not terribly interested in it. Most of the women whom I...accompanied, I did so at the social gatherings when we could sneak away from their chaperones." He shrugged ever so slightly and yet, truthfully, beyond those occasional rendezvous, he had hardly given the fairer gender much attention altogether. "I suppose I half-heartedly courted my fiance. The poor girl was so keen to dote on me and I was utterly awful to her in return. I was hoping she might lose interest and convince her father to call the whole thing off. I almost never invited her anywhere and I was over to see William instead of her near constantly. I practically ignored the girl...but...she was insistent..." He admitted with a small shrug upon his shoulders, even if it was wholly fruitless. Even despite his efforts, she still pined after him and William still hated him for it all. Franky, it was almost a good thing he had died.