you were the answer to my dreams

A small, inquisitive glimpse crossed the Englishman's features as Matteo led another man within their midst, one that smelled altogether inquisitive in his own right. The vampire was near immediately capable of placing the man as a were and yet, it was that peculiar hint of familiarity that so tugged curiously at his own senses. His crystalline gaze briefly shifted towards his husband before those introductions began, near instantly ensnaring the entirety of the Prince's attention. That civility came near second nature to the vampire as Sebastian was introduced to Aiden, even despite his own marked discontent nestled within the depths of his English accent. The last thing the vampire had anticipated, however, as Aiden's hand fit within his own, was the were's assurance that Matteo spoke highly of him. For several moments, the vampire was almost inclined to simply stare at Aiden blankly, as if he was somehow incapable of truly comprehending those words the emerald eyed man had offered him. His eyebrows slowly furrowed ever so slightly as his gaze briefly slid towards the Frenchman himself in a hint of bewildered incredulity. Sebastian had never been terribly certain of his own relationship with his Father-In-Law. Although Dorian had always been insistent that the fae truly liked him, his own experiences with the elder fae often differed terribly.

Any further consideration of Aiden's words, however, were cut off by the sheer surprise of Matteo's own introduction of the man to Dorian himself. Brother. The word seemed to echo in the sheer silence of the room and yet, it was the very reaction that word seemed to have upon his husband that prompted some sort of movement from the vampire. It hardly mattered to him, at that moment, to the familial bonds the two men had. Dorian was, at the end of the day, the only thing Sebastian cared about. The Italian Prince shifted, his hand gingerly reached for his lover's own, his fingers intertwined with Dorian's. That gentle squeeze of affection was wholly meant to be reassuring - whatever Dorian felt now was fleeting. The Monarch always had a sanctuary of sorts within the vampire's embrace. It was that touch, however, that seemed to prompt some sort of life within the fae. Sebastian hardly anticipated, however, the way that Aiden himself seemed to turn upon the Frenchman, catching, flawlessly, just how caught off guard the pair were at Aiden's arrival and existence. Sebastian's eyebrow rose at the offhanded fashion Aiden seemed to speak to Matteo - a mannerism that Sebastian himself certainly didn't dare. That very beratement, however, prompted Dorian to offer his own fair share inquiries in a fashion so atypical of his lover.

That sudden desire for liquor, however, was entirely contradictory of the King's natural composure, only furthering that worry within the Englishman. Although Sebastian readily accepted that drink, he remained altogether attentive to the soft squeeze of Dorian's hand as the fae made his way towards the liquor cabinet. A soft sigh left Sebastian's lips before he turned his attention towards Matteo. His own displeasure was far more veiled behind British refinement, though the Frenchman seemed just aware of it all the same. That frown was altogether present in the corners of Sebastian's features at his Father-In-Law's softly muttered words. It was, perhaps, not surprising the Matteo had a reason of his own for the very fashion he had so sprung this upon Dorian - just as he understood well that the Frenchman would hardly do a thing that would, ultimately, harm his husband in any fashion. Even so, he still found himself fretting over Dorian all the same as the fae saw to pouring those beverages and passing them around the room at large. Sebastian's crystalline gaze shifted towards Aiden as Dorian inquired after the man's appearance, clearly inquisitive of his siblings' mother. A small glimpse of surprise caused Sebastian's eyebrows to raise, however, at Aiden's admittance that he was adopted. Matteo hardly seemed the type capable of remaining in one place long enough, with enough...restraint to raise a child by himself.

Sebastian's own hands nestled in his pockets as he listened silently to that vague explanation Aiden had offered, much less the ease at which Dorian seemed to accept it. His gaze slowly shifted towards Matteo, following his lover's silver gaze before he reached for that offered glass, thanking the Monarch for it. It was hardly long, however, before each man held their own glass of their favored liquor, Dorian's alone perhaps the most peculiar choice for his lover and yet, he said little of it as his husband continued to question his newfound sibling of the whole life he had clearly missed. The Ark, however, was entirely foreign to the vampire. It was, however, his husband's sudden declaration that his drink was strong that prompted a soft chuckle from the vampire - one that even seemed mirrored upon the face of the Dark Hunter. Thankfully, Aiden was altogether quick to direct the group's attention at large upon the Frenchman himself, much less the suggestion that Matteo's sons had nearly crossed paths more than once. Frankly, even Sebastian hardly doubted the Frenchman's involvement in the men's lives. Those per chances, however, caused Sebastian's own eyebrows to raise ever so slightly, the vampire almost surprised by the true depth of just how close their lives had revolved around one another before Sebastian's intervention - before the vampire had invited Dorian to live with him. Frankly, Sebastian himself wasn't terribly disgruntled about so disrupting Dorian's life in such a fashion.

It was peculiar, still, to think that Dorian and Aiden had come so close to meeting before - mere moments away, he was sure. That Italian upon his lover's lips, however, prompted his crystalline gaze towards the fae King. A soft, almost endearing simper crossed his features as he answered that unspoken request. "Motorcycle." He clarified, translating those languages with distinct ease. Sebastian fell into silence, however, as his lover began to speak of his previous roommate. The fae woman and himself, after all, had never quite seen eye-to-eye after their encounter in the woods all those years ago. It was, however, the mention of a boat that intrigued him, especially the way in which Dorian seemed to speak of it with such consideration. His crystalline gaze shifted between his husband and Aiden with a glimpse of inquisitiveness, even as he sipped upon the liquor in his own tumbler. Truly, for all the astonishment that King had suffered at that introduction, his lover seemed to be accepting this new sibling with staunch eagerness. It was adorable, in a way, that his husband was so quick to metaphorically embrace the newest member of their family with such sweet kindness. How he adored Dorian for that when even Sebastian himself was not capable of such heartfelt generosity so easily.

It was his own name upon his lover's lips that prompted a small, fleeting simper upon his own features at the memory of that fateful night - when Dorian had finally reached his wit's end with the ever-declining state of that apartment. It had taken its fair share of money to repair and yet, with all Sebastian had gained from that night, fixing a flat was surely worth every cent. That declaration that it was time to sit, however, caused Sebastian's gaze to shift towards the table as he trailed after his husband, forever remaining at the King's side. The vampire settled in his seat beside Dorian, his own crystalline gaze turned towards the Dark Hunter inquisitively. Frankly, he wouldn't be surprised at all of Alexander had known about Aiden for....an eternity. Matteo and the Macedonian always seemed peculiarly...close, as if there was a story there Sebastian was not privy to. The vampire watched as Dorian's hand abruptly reached out for those bread rolls, only to pause mid-gesture as if Matteo's threat had once again resurfaced within the Monarch's mind. That drink, instead, seemed to pull at Dorian's attention and yet, it was his lover's assertion that he quite enjoyed the liquor that prompted a soft chuckle from the vampire. "Are you sure it's the brandy you like and not just the way it makes you feel, Ma Bichette?" He commented, quite clearly teasing the fae King. Those memories of their night spent in Barcelona quickly sprung to mind, not to mention just how utterly drunk his lover had become within the anonymity of the party Sebastian had coerced the King to attend. Hadn't Dorian near sworn off alcohol after that?

Sebastian hardly bothered to further his banter with the King, however, entirely allowing Dorian to voice those questions that were, undoubtedly, still toying with such vehemence at his husband's thoughts. He was hardly surprised by the neverending curiosity Dorian seemed to take in Aiden. After all, the fae had a weakness for knowledge. In fact, Sebastian felt almost an ounce of pity for the Were, to be the subject of what he knew would come to be such intense speculation. It was, however, that inquiry of what exactly Aiden was that prompted Sebastian's own glimpse of curiosity, the Englishman inclined, for a moment, to admit to his own supernatural senses despite his usual tendencies to downplay all that he was so effortlessly able to pick up on. "He is a Were, I think. Though...you smell peculiar for Weres..." Sebastian commented, his own eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly in consideration. Any further thoughts he might have given to that cologne that so thwarted him, however, were interrupted but the sudden emergence of Matteo from their kitchen with a dish nestled within his hands. Unlike his husband, Sebastian knew well that dish and yet, he was baffled by its presence at Thanksgiving dinner. It was hardly a very...festive meal. In fact, macaroni and cheese was more considered a poor man's dish considering it's tendency to come boxed these days. Though there had been a resurgence, of late, of luxurious home cooked meals. How...curious. That baffled look only persisted as Sebastian glanced upwards towards Matteo, as if searching for some explanation of just what sort of Thanksgiving meal they were about to be presented with if Macaroni and Cheese was one of the star dishes.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona