There was something so decidedly wonderful about sleep. That deep, dreamless sleep that was as encompassing and warm and welcomed as the bed itself. Dorian quite assured he had never truly appreciated it quite so much as he did today. The Monarch entirely reluctant to be stirred from it- especially after the events of the night pior. He had never before been to such a party as that. Sebastians insistence that he must see a real party having led the pair into the very depths of that Spanish festival. It had been terribly overwhelming at first. The sheer amount of people was beyond anything Dorian had truly ever experienced moving about him all at once, the music was the very sort that seemed to make the ground shake with that heavy bass and the lights had very near eclipsed the night sky itself in a kaleidoscope colour. Dorian had, for at least the first hour, been so utterly terrified of losing Sebastian within that throng of people that he had all but clung to his husband as if the vampire were a life preserver in the depths of the ocean. Yet, as the night wore on, the Fae King had found himself becoming a little bolder and indeed, readily curious of the event around him. A curiosity that had no doubt been only further fueled by that alcohol that had surrounded them in copious quantities.

He remembered, with some vagueness, sampling several off those drinks before challenging Sebastian himself to that contest of sorts with a variety of coloured shots. Dorian, rather alarmingly, having kept up with his vampiric lover for quite some time and yet his own figure was decidedly slighter then Sebastian's own and indeed- decidedly less accustomed to those modern spirits. Exactly what had happened after that Dorian was hardly convinced he remembered. There had most assuredly been some sort of dancing. The Monarch so suddenly finding an appreciation for those music and lights he had previously lacked and yet he held no memory at all of returning to the hotel room, let alone climbing into that lavish bed to nestle himself within that welcomed warmth. How on earth had they gotten back? Where was Sebastian? That very thought alone was enough to prompt the Monarch to stir, his figure shifting within that bed to reach out to the space beside him, his fingers brushing comfortingly over his husbands arm. His entire body near relaxing once more in the knowledge of Sebastian's presence. His silver gaze momentarily opened, his vision near bleary as it struggled to adjust, Dorian seeking that beside clock. Had he truly slept all day and well into the night again?

A groan of sorts found it's way from his lips and yet Dorian so hardly cared to embrace that night, those blankets pulled back up and over him as he snuggled closer to Sebastian's side until he was pressed entirely up against is husband. That sleep readily seizing him once more. How long he returned to sleep for though he hardly knew. The Monarch so suddenly aware of Sebastian moving beside him. It was a rare thing indeed for the vampire to wake before him, rarer still that Sebastian might be given the chance to wake him in turn. Dorian vaguely aware off his name being uttered and indeed that touch off his lovers hand. The Fae King shifted slightly once more, his gaze again fluttering open and yet that blurriness still clung to him. Dorian assured his hair was as entirely askew as his thoughts felt. His head, in turn, felt terribly heavy, his limbs overly sluggish and his eyes unwilling to do more then close again. The Monarch well within the grips of the first hangover he had indulged in since the fifteen hundreds.

"Shhh, Bastian. It is much too early I am sure. Go back to sleep."

God but he was beginning to remember why he had ceased to drink in excess all those years ago! Those words were very near mumbled as he rolled, Dorian quite content to lay near across Sebastian's chest now. The cooler touch to his husbands skin feeling utterly blissful, that very action so attempting to limit Sebastian's ability to move in turn and further disrupt him from that sleep. An effort that seemed to have had very little effect on his lover at all. Sebastian's hand brushing against him again in a further effort to stir him into wakefulness. After all, they so surely had a plane to catch in but a few hours to Corsica, the local people so apparently having a gift to bestow upon them and yet Dorian was near assured he did not care for gifts in that moment. His silver eyes turned to meet that blue of his lovers own, prompting that faint simper from him all the same and yet Dorian made truly little effort to stir from his place upon Sebastian's chest. His mind inclined to feel decidedly sluggish still, the Monarch taking several more moments to truly grasp that wakefulness. His voice finally finding him.

"Darling- how did we get home last night?"

Curiosity, it seemed, was the first of those very traits to make its return. Dorian so lifting his head ever so slightly to glance around that hotel room before that very feeling of skin on skin seemed to draw his gaze momentarily downward again. The Monarch peering beneath those sheets that surrounded them. His shirt was most decidedly absent and yet he hardly remembered undressing either. His figure adorned in no more then his boxer shorts. That look of bemusement finding his features once more, his mind struggling terribly to piece together what little of that night he remembered.

"Did I....lose my clothing?"

Perhaps it hardly mattered. Another groan of sorts echoed within the depths of his throat as his head lay itself readiy back down on Sebastian's chest. His eyes, this time, remaining decidedly open all the same as his fingers traced that near idle pattern absentmindedly upon his husbands skin. It had been....far longer than he could remember since he had felt like this. Dorian certain that any sort of travelling was by far the least appealing idea he had ever heard. No part of the Monarch at all desiring to leave the comfort of that bed. Not when he felt so decidedly....unwell. Another thought so suddenly seeming to find that haze off his mind then, his gaze blinking several times as he eyed Sebastian once more, the vampire appearing.....no different then he normally did. Dorian's features frowning but slightly then. Surely Sebastian had drunk near as much as he had, if not more, that past night. How was it so he seemed so very well?

"Bastian? Why are you not hungover?"

It had hardly occurred to him, in any sense, that Sebastian's veritable 'death' each night might have all but reset the vampire in a fashion. The effects of that alcohol failing to cling to his lover in the fashion it did himself. Dorian's mind assured such consideration was an effort he was not at all willing to make this evening, his free hand lifting then to rub at his eyes in a haphazard attempt to further clear then. His head so flopping back to his lovers chest again with that near dramatic sigh.

"I think, perhaps, you should not let me drink like that again, Mon Cher. No matter what it is I tell you. Here, you may have all my blood, I am positively assured it is tainted! I will surely feel better without it."

One arm was lifted to gently and yet dramatically flop across Sebastian's face. Dorian quite assured his blood was to blame for his current state of being. The Monarch wholly suspicious it might yet still be tainted with alcohol and yet that near impish simper had managed to find his lips all the same at such a gesture. Dorian, it seemed, already beginning to make quite the recovery the more that wakefulness gripped him. That amusement lacing his features now. His head tilted but slightly, just enough to allow his lips to so press to his lovers chest and brush upward to his collarbone. Dorian so shifting his offered arm just enough to allow his lips to find Sebastian's own in that wholly desired kiss.

"Perhaps I feel better- just a little."