Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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

That delicate press of the Italian Monarch's lips against his cheek wholly caught the vampire off guard, his strikingly blue eyes turned towards his husband almost inquisitively. Sebastian's gaze softened as he watched his lover fish through that kit, the man wholly assured he would never find any being he loved nearly as much as he did Dorian. That look of utter horror upon the fae's features at the presentation of that plastic footwear was hardly missed by the Italian Prince, the Englishman entirely unable to prompt that soft chuckle upon his lips even as Dorian seemed wholly distracted with the very placement of that artwork. Even he had considered placing that very piece within a public location, if only for how wonderful it sounded to know the very secrets of that canvas whilst playing it off as little more then some careful work of a paint splattering artist. He had, naturally, considered purchasing those additional items for stretching that very canvas themselves and yet, the Englishman had been wholly uncertain if such control was something the fae desired over his own artwork or if the man held little concern at outsourcing such work. His own voice trailed off with a clear hint of uncertainty, only for his husband to so effortlessly fill that gap.

He could hardly help that simper upon his features, the sheer mention of them being the types of individuals to build things prompted a snort from his nose. He had seen, after all, exactly how Dorian handled broken household appliances. The King was far more prone to simply closing the door upon the issue and pretending it hardly existed at all! "No, we are not." He admitted, and though he hardly doubted his ability to follow directions and stretch the piece himself, frankly, he'd rather pay to have someone else more practiced tend to that very canvas. His attention was drawn from that prospect of framing and canvas stretching, however, as his lover leaned down to fit those plastic booties over his bare, painted feet. That glance of displeasure was all too present upon the man's features before those silver eyes sought out that blue hue of his own. Sebastian could hardly help the grin on his features, even despite Dorian's declaration that he simply wasn't allowed to look at the King. Frankly, he was certain that their marriage warranted him alone the ability to eye the man both at his best and too his worst, not that he considered his husband attractive at that moment in the slightest. After all, that paint Sebastian himself had helped place still marred his lover's back and chest, the hue hardly distracting from those refined muscles in any sense. Dorian, he was certain, was wholly capable of looking akin to a God even in clear plastic booties. Sebastian was perhaps a bit too keen to ensure Dorian knew it, too.

That declaration of his name hardly stopped the vampire in the slightest, that protest hardly seemed to hold any true animosity. Rather, he allowed that grin to settle upon his features as Dorian's fingers intertwined within his own, only to follow his husband into that luxurious cabin and towards the equally as magnificent bath that surely awaited them. He watched as Dorian's attention turned towards the facets and the filling of that tub, only to abruptly inquire of the worst date the Englishman had ever had. That inquiry, however, prompted the vampire's eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly in consideration and yet, he struggled to provide his lover with an answer of those times within his mortal life. That sudden story he was afforded equally caught him off guard, if not only for how distinctly...ungentlemanly it painted his lover to be. To leave a woman at the whims of ants without assisting! It was near akin to a crime within his day! How that story would spread amongst the English courts! Truly, he was certain that it was Dorian's own position as Prince that saved him from the contempt of court. He could hardly hide that very horror upon his own features as the King ended his tale and yet, Dorian seemed hardly oblivious to how atrocious his behavior had surely been.

He had considered, for a moment, insisting upon that discovery of the poor girl's fate and yet, it hardly took long for Sebastian to reconsider such a thought. After all, it was entirely likely that she had fallen whim to the way of the world at the time. Perhaps it was better to merely think of her in that fleeting moment in time. "I fear there is no coming back from that." The vampire admitted, as he watched that water gush forth from those taps, the very steam radiating from it told well of that blissful heat. His crystalline gaze fluttered towards his husband as Dorian turned back to him, only to reassure him that, for him, Dorian would surely face those awful ants. He could hardly help that roll of his eyes that so accompanied the Prince's indignant response and yet the King seemed to take it with such good nature. Still, Sebastian was certain that he could hardly compare to such a story, only to instead admit that he had hardly engaged in those courting activities at all. To ask a woman to walk with him would surely show his interest in her, particularly when the vampire had held little at all in those women. It was hardly a simple lack of intrigue, rather, his own efforts at the time had been largely career oriented, the man determined to fulfill those very roles his family expected of him.

It was, however, his very first fiance that lingered upon the vampire's mind. His demeanor towards her was perhaps the only one that might compare in the slightest towards his lover's own story. His very conduct was nothing short of scandalous, considering the age, and yet very little seemed to come from his efforts to ignore his once to-be-wife. It was almost curious, truly, that in those very moments his thoughts hardly lingered, as they were so oft want to do, upon the man who had quite near abandoned him but months after his re-entrance into his life. Rather, his thoughts were largely focused upon Georgiana alone, a rarity, considering the topic. Those sudden inquiries of his father prompted his head to tilt inquisitively to the side as he considered that very answer, only to start with the easiest of those questions. "No, I suppose she was lovely enough. I kissed her once, I fear it was apart of my downfall. I just...it's difficult to find someone attractive when you've also seen them as a mere child." He had, after all, been William's friend long enough to see the girl grow from an awkward child to a lovely woman and yet, somehow, it had changed the dynamics of his interest within her terribly. "I fear she hardly complained of it because she knew it might put our engagement at risk. I suppose she was merely satisfied with the knowledge that I could not draw out this engagement forever. Father never got after me over it...though I don't know if he was just preoccupied or, thought everything was okay or, was unconcerned by it." His eyebrows furrowed as he considered those earlier memories of his life. How very long ago that was!

That slight gesture toward the tub as that water was so abruptly cut off served to draw his thoughts from ages long past. His own head bobbed ever so slightly as Dorian wandered out of the bathroom. The vampire reached down, slipping one of those shoes off only to carefully place his foot in the warm water, the second slipper and foot followed suit. How glorious that bath was! The very heat of it was nothing short of blissful, particularly considering how exhausted he suddenly found himself to be. He eased himself further into that water, his neck leaned against the back of the tub in a wholly content fashion, only for the sound of Dorian's footsteps to draw his eyes upwards and towards his lover. He hardly expected that bar of chocolate that was suddenly handed towards him, his own hand gingerly reached up from the water to take the offered sweet with pleasant surprise upon his features. He watched as his lover eased himself into the bath beside him, only to comment that the chocolate bar was for his own mortal needs for food. He could hardly help that soft snort that left his nose as he bit into that candy. Although he could not deny that Dorian was wrong in that reminder that his body surely needed the nourishment, it amused him that the King thought a mere bar of chocolate was satisfactory enough. At least Sebastian we well aware of the mortal kind to know better. Still, he appreciated the gesture all the same, particularly when the vampire so often forgot that those clenching feelings within his stomach were something that could be addressed only by food.

"Thank you, Ma Biche." He uttered all the same as he nibbled on that sweet. Chocolate, after all, was one treat the man would certainly never turn down. That sudden mention of William and Georgiana, however, caused his crystalline gaze to turn upwards from that chocolate within his fingers. It was curious, truly, now that Dorian mentioned it. His heart hardly seemed to ache nearly as tremendously at the thought of William as it once had. Perhaps it was those vampiric instincts that were more prone to such possessive emotions and disgruntlement over the loss of those very things? Or maybe it was simply the wake of that marriage that had finally prompted the vampire the ability to put both Georgiana, William, and perhaps even Isabelle behind him? For a moment, the vampire considered those very words, only to slowly bob his head ever so slightly, "I know, I suppose I just...still feel guilty about it." It was curious, the way those emotions simply...felt different, prompting a sort of introspection within the man that rarely ever admitted to. His thoughts, however, still lingered upon that very moment all the same - that moment when William had discovered, by Georgiana's enthusiastic announcement, his own engagement to her. At least, that was, until Dorian's voice so sought to redirect his attention elsewhere.

He could hardly help that inquisitiveness at that sudden inquiry for an answer that even Matteo could not provide the fae King. After all, Sebastian was wholly certain there was very little the Frenchman did not know about. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly and yet, he remained wholly patient as Dorian seemed to consider those very words with such care. He had hardly anticipated that question of his preferences and yet, he found himself almost hesitating to reply. After all, this was, he was assured, a question that required sincere thought to give a truly accurate answer. For a moment, his hand rose, his fingers trailed almost thoughtfully along his bottom lip. "It wasn't very different when I was born. It was a crime for relations of the same gender, particularly for men. The church preached against it as immoral but....I suppose morality never truly mattered to me much either. William was the first man I fancied. We were so close that, I suppose it was only natural. He wanted that and I...wanted to please him." His eyebrows furrowed as he considered his own affections for the man, as peculiar as they had been. He had hardly been fraught with any great concern over those desires. They simply...were.

"It wasn't until my death that I had sexual relations with a man. I think it was then that I realized that I didn't care much for gender one way or another. The men paid better and at the time that was all that mattered, until the widows." A small shrug crossed his shoulders after a moment and yet, Sebastian found himself almost....unsure of how to answer that very inquiry. After all, for all those sexual encounters he'd had, Sebastian had only truly loved so few individuals. He paused a moment longer only to provide a sort of final answer, one that seemed more like the sort his lover sought. "I believe, to answer your question, it was not something that changed so much as it merely was not something I gave much thought to till I was older." Perhaps he was born that way and yet, unlike his husband, Sebastian was not often inclined to wonder after such thoughts. After all, what did it matter to him when he had found all the happiness he needed with his husband at his side. The very thought caused the vampire to shift ever so slightly, his head leaned affectionately against Dorian's shoulder. "All that matters now, is that I've found you." He muttered softly though why he was seeking to reassure the fae King, he was hardly sure, much less for what reason. It simply felt as if Dorian needed it at that very moment.