i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

That pointed look the Dark Hunter received prompted the slightest touch of a simper to the corners of his features. He knew well the effect his own presence could have upon the supernatural community at large, just as Alexander knew the very importance of tonight to Matteo as well. Although the pair had been dearest friends for a great length of time, there would always be the hint of something more lingering beneath those years of comradeship. He still remembered those years when Matteo had been little more than a willful boy himself on the front lines of Clovis army. And now here the fae was, a man cooking for his sons. The very crispness of those memories prompted a glimpse of amusement across the Macedonian King's features. "I suppose I can manage." He uttered with a faux sigh. "Difficult though it will be." Admittedly, Alexander had taken a liking to his godson, as naive and innocent the younger fae often was. He viewed the world with such unjaded enthusiasm that it was rather endearing. Still, he was nonetheless entirely aware of Matteo's adopted son too, from hearing of the fellow both from Frost, Matteo, and his own girlfriend, Alexander had a rather rounded understanding of the boy. Dinner, he was sure, would be a lovely affair even despite the initial surprise at having the majority of their family at Thanksgiving dinner - his own Anastasia aside.

The Dark Hunter placed the first spoon his mouth, tasting the gravy with its plethora of sage in a contemplative fashion. His blue-green gaze fluttered towards Matteo as the Frenchman leaned forward to pluck his glass from the coffee table as the fae collapsed into the chair beside him. A soft grunt of protest left the Dark Hunter's lips at that drink being pilfered and yet, Matteo seemed all but content to ignore it. Alexander said nothing of it, however, as he placed that second spoon his mouth, considering the sage and that multitude of gravy that Matteo had made over the years. It only took a moment of consideration before he announced that the gravy will less sage was preferred, with far more thyme in it the depths of that flavor. "De rien." Alexander responded simply, handing the spoons back towards the Frenchman. He watched as Matteo took a final sip of his Brandy before the glass was returned to him. The Dark Hunter took a sip of the liquor, as his companion inquired the last time they had sat down for a Thanksgiving meal quite like this one. That year was recalled near effortlessly as that memory floated to the surface of his thoughts. His head bobbed ever so slightly in agreement with Matteo's own inquiry. "Their father thought you were just going to break their heart. If only he had known I wasn't much better." The Macedonian King retorted with a snort. He had not been terribly invested in either of the sisters himself to begin with, simply enjoying his time in a far more reserved fashion than the often flamboyant fae.

Any further thought of those days, however, was interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the stairs. His gaze shifted from the Frenchman towards his Godson and the vampire that forever seemed to follow in his wake. Alexander's gaze slowly shifted towards the dining room table and the place settings. "Please, you would have used those plates even without Dorian's preference," Alexander commented with a small shake of his head and a simper on his lips. Really, with their love for luster, it was almost unsurprising the pair of fae were related. The Dark Hunter's attention shifted as Dorian moved in front of him, the fae's hand extended towards him. Alexander's hand fit easily within the fae's own, only to speak with some hint of satisfaction at those half-passes Alexander had shown him just a week prior. That laughter upon Matteo's lips, however, prompted a roll of his eyes. "I fear they seem eternally resistant to them. He will get it in time though, it merely takes practice." The Dark Hunter offered in ready assurance, willing to admit that Frost and himself had come to words over that very maneuver Dorian so diligently worked on.

The Dark Hunter remained where he was settled as his Godson's gaze turned briefly towards the seating arrangement all over again. His own blue-green gaze shifted towards the vampire who offered him his hand. "Happy Thanksgiving, Sebastian." The Macedonian man uttered, his fingers fitted firmly within the Englishman's own. It was Dorian's own abrupt inquiry, however, that prompted a soft chuckle upon Alexander's lips. His Godson was forever astute, and perhaps equally as curious. Matteo's assurance that the rest of their family would be attending too readily prompted a glimpse of bafflement upon the fae's features, one that Alexander had been anticipating. His gaze turned back towards Matteo, watching with vague inquisitiveness to just how the fae had intended to introduce his two sons. The sudden sound of the doorbell, however, seemed to draw the gaze of everyone present and yet Alexander was entirely unperturbed by the last member of their party's arrival. Slowly, Alexander pulled himself to his feet, another sip of that brandy taken before his glass was placed on the chairside table. His hand was placed in his pocket as Alexander watched the Frenchman stepped out of the room and into the hallway. He could hear the muffled sounds of their voices, only for his attention to drift slightly towards his Godson. "He is nervous to introduce you to him, you know. Even if Matteo doesn't show it." Alexander informed the young fae, entirely certain that Dorian understanding the importance of this very meeting might only further assist with the fae King's willingness to be open to the very last being kept from his knowledge.

His attention shifted as Matteo stepped into the room with Aiden at his side. It was, admittedly, unsurprising that Matteo might choose him to introduce the boy to first. Alexander stepped forward, his hand reaching out for the Were's. Although he knew well what the boy was, Alexander had taken his own...precautions of sorts with the knowledge of just what today meant to Matteo. Modern medicine could be a wonderful thing. "Aiden, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." The Dark Hunter uttered was his hand fit easily within the boy's own. He watched as Matteo continued with those introductions, shifting from Sebastian only to, with some great hesitation, preset the Were to his oldest son. He watched with a vague hint of amusement as Dorian and Aiden so regarded one another, this was, surely, what Matteo had been looking forward to for so long. It was nice, in a way, to finally be able to witness it himself.