it's over, i'm through

I saw you standing there and I knew I'm done for

The press of Tetradore's finger upon the small button beside the door prompted a melody that seemed to echo throughout the entire estate. A soft sigh let the Were-King's lips as his hand rose, his fingers running through those curly, unruly brunette locks. His emerald eyes traced the brick side of the building, eying the shrubbery and flowers at the entryway. For the time of the year, the estate was peculiarly...green. His eyebrow rose almost dubiously as he eyed the landscaping and yet, any further considerations were abruptly interrupted by the sound of the door in front of him opening. A small simper tugged at the corners of his lips at the sight of Matteo, the man hardly hesitating to embrace his faux father. He was hardly perturbed by the hand that lingered upon his shoulder, the man merely rolling his emerald eyes. "Maybe if you didn't show up in my room while I'm still asleep you'd see me more dressed, to begin with." Tetradore pointed out, clearly equally as capable of teasing the Frenchman back with little animosity. Matteo, he was sure, was hardly that upset on his late arrival. After all, it was only a few minutes. It was unlikely that the group had already eaten dinner.

Tetradore followed Matteo in the hallway, his emerald gaze drifted over the particular elegance of the home - from the damask wallpaper to the marble floors and gilded railings of the equally as elaborate staircase. His vibrant gaze turned upwards towards the large chandelier that hung from the very center of the room, the Were-King wholly amazed as to what living as royalty must be like. He trailed behind Matteo as the Frenchman led the way towards the living room, only to enter the equally as elaborate room at the fae's side, his gaze meeting the curious faces of three distinct men. Putting names to those faces was distinctly easy, even before Matteo made those introductions. The similarities between Matteo and Dorian were near unmistakeable, regardless that Tetradore had seen the newspaper articles and news coverage of the fae and his marriage to the vampire at his side. Alexander, however, was equally as easy to place, his own senses so abruptly informing him of dark hunter. He all but ignored those instincts as Alexander stepped closer towards him with his hand outstretched. Tetradore placed his hand within Alexander's own, that small simper toying with the corner of his features. "Yeah, it is," Tetradore responded, almost unsure of what to say to the man who had been little more than a legend for most of his childhood.

His attention turned towards the vampire as Matteo directed his attention towards the Englishman. He knew, admittedly, strikingly little of the vampire. Although Matteo had conceded he rather liked the man, so too had the fae spoken of some....frustration with his existence if only for how difficult it had been to draw Dorian away from the man and thus spend time alone with his son. It had, admittedly, been some time since their wedding, perhaps things had gotten better since then. Tetradore was aware of that glimpse of displeasure upon the vampire's features and yet, the undead man remained the epitome of...civil all the same. "Thank you for inviting me. Matteo speaks highly of you." The Were-King responded, attempting, somehow, to put the man more..at ease from...whatever had so disgruntled him. His hand fit within Sebastian's own though the handshake was surprisingly brief before Matteo turned to the one soul that he had heard the most about - Dorian.

His emerald eyes settled on the Italian fae, simply observing the man as Matteo attempted those introductions. It was, admittedly, Matteo's declaration that their paths had crossed several times that caused his eyebrows to furrow as his head tilted inquisitively. He had known, naturally, that Raven had a friendship with the King though what other fashions their paths had crossed left him momentarily considering. Nevertheless, it was Matteo's declaration that they were brothers that caused his eyes to roll at the overdramatic declaration of the two men's hopefully future relationship. He was hardly surprised by that simple look of complete and utter shock that crossed Dorian's features as the fae's gaze shifted between Matteo and himself. That singular look told Tetradore all he needed to know. Matteo hadn't told them he was coming. Much less the extent of exactly who he was. The sudden shift of the vampire beside Dorian caused his gaze to move, the Were-King distinctly aware of the undead fellow despite his civility thus far. This was definitely not the way he had anticipated their introduction to go. A soft sigh left his lips as Tetradore's emerald eyes turned sharply towards Matteo. "Jesus Christ, you hadn't even bothered to tell them did you?" He inquired, near glaring at Matteo in a fashion that Sebastian and Dorian might not.

Dorian's sudden outstretched hand was quite abrupt as the fae seemed to remember his existance. His hand fit within the Italian's own in a firm shake, a small simper upon his lips. "It's not your fault." The Were King responded in some effort to reassure Dorian he hardly blamed the man for his silence. Quite on the contrary, it was Matteo, he was assured, who was at fault for the astonishment of it all. It was, perhaps, not at all surprising that the fae had a great many questions, especially when Matteo had provided so few answers ahead of time. He watched as Dorian stumbled over his own words only for the Were-King to shake his head ever so slightly. He hardly interrupted though, letting the fae continue as Dorian inquired after where he was born and what he did and...a drink. God how he could use a drink. He watched as Dorian moved around the living room towards the liquor cabinet, displaying the plethora of bottles within it. "Uhh, whiskey sounds great. If you have it." Tetradore responded, only for those vibrant emerald eyes to meet the silver-hued irises of Dorian's own. He supposed, he should set right all of those assumptions Dorian had, and all that Matteo had left out in turn. Really, the Frenchman was an ass to leave this all to him to fix. How very typical of the fae.

"We're not related by blood, you know." Tetradore started, his hands easily fit into his pockets whilst Dorian fiddled with his attempts to provide everyone beverages. "He's still your father." Hopefully, the fae wouldn't mind sharing Matteo, to a degree and yet, at the end of the day, he had little intention of intruding upon the bond between the two faes. "My parents died when I was ten. Matteo found me and raised me for the past...twenty years." It was a very vague explanation of his own relationship with the fae. After all, Dorian hardly seemed prepared for the true significance of what Matteo had meant to him, much less how much he had needed the fae in those tender youthful years. No - for now, he supposed it was best to stick to the basics and those questions Dorian had. "I was born here in Sacrosanct. I own the bar called the Ark in the West." A 'bar' was definitely an understatement and yet, given the world that Dorian lived in, he was sure his own life was such a stark difference that it would surely shock the King even more. One surprise at a time, he supposed. Tetradore's emerald eyes instead shifted towards Matteo beside him. "What did you mean we've almost crossed paths more than once? What did you do?"

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me