It was quote as if no one in that very room so appreciated the finer workings of fate and indeed the sheer amount of effort some other beings might be inclined to go to in an effort to ensure each person in this room had so ended up in this very room. Matteo, in that moment of pointed accusation, content to throw his hands upward in that veritable gesture of disbelief at the critical look he was so beset with by all save Alexander. The Hunter, after all, knew near all he was inclined to know and yet not one being so dared to look at Alexander with that same accusation. The age old Hunter content to continue to sip upon his drink free of charge or suggestion. How terribly typical. Alexander insisting a moment later that he desired more of that brandy after Matteo himself had drunk half of it. The Frenchman so inclined to allow a singular silver eye to lift upward in a vague gesture of incredulousness that surely displayed his disbelief in that aforementioned amount before his attention returned to Dorian at large.

His son seemed to take the news of his brothers existence....decently well. Matteo entirely aware that such a thing was far more shocking to Dorian then the younger Fae so let on in that moment and yet too- he knew readily of Dorian's desire for a sibling relationship in turn. Those half-siblings off his youth having proven little more than disappointing when it came to fulfilling the role of family. Aiden, for all his own peculiarities and indeed the difficulties would, in time, prove different to any other being Dorian had ever known and yet he had already seen much of that future laid out. His two sons decidedly destined to find family within one another and, in time, a love for each other too. Something both so surely needed in different ways. Perhaps, one day, they might thank him for this very introduction rather then assault him with suspicious looks. Matteo content all the same to so afford them that knowledge at last off how terribly close they had come to meeting one another before and indeed the debt Aiden surely owed to Sebastian in turn for the vampires efforts to salvage the apartment Dorian had all but destroyed.

Matteo's own hand extended then to take that offered whisky before Dorian's first sip of that brandy readily saw the younger Fae exclaim as to its taste, a near impish simper so tracing his own features in amusement before the Frenchman settled in much the same fashion as Alexander to merely watch those younger men interact. Dorian, in his decidedly typical fashion, wholly content to near pepper Aiden with those questions his terribly curious mind could not bear to exist without knowing. Aiden, for all his usual, quiet demeanor making what Matteo knew to be a distinct effort to answer those very queries while Sebastian seemed to watch over the pair in turn. How very....nice it was to so finally, finally gather near the entirety of their family (outside of Anastasia) all within that one room. Matteo unable to prevent that smile that found his lips in turn. His gaze lifting but briefly to meet Alexanders own in that silent look so shared between that ancient pair. After all, Alexander alone knew how very much this evening meant to him and how much it would come to mean to Dorian and Aiden one day in turn. Over two thousand years of life and he had finally managed to align those pieces. It was moments such as this, surely, that so made all the others entirely worth living.

It was mention of those motorcycles however that readily prompted the Frenchmans attention once more. Dorian so struggling to find that English word Sebastian readily translated. That terribly faint, ner imperceptible touch of red that so found the Frenchmans gaze was the only true indicator of that affinity that so seemed to strike of its own accord in that moment. Alexander, perhaps, the only being whom might have observed that singular shift in the Frenchman's demeanor before a frown of sorts managed to find its way to his features. How very....curious that future. Matteo near abruptly interrupting that conversation then.

"No motorbikes."

That readily curious look he was so beset with from that trio of younger men in turn prompted that faint simper to his own lips. Matteo lifting his glass upward to sip at that whisky for several moments. That gesture so seemingly one of nonchalance and yet it so afforded him but a few more seconds to consider those next words before his shoulders lifted in a shrug of sorts and he made some effort to imply at those images that had danced before his eyes only seconds ago.

"I know already your going to ask about a bike in future, Dorian, i've seen it. No motorbikes. Aiden has been driving for far longer than you, its safer for him then you."

He could near readily see that argument of sorts already forming within his younger sons mind. Matteo so struggling not to allow that sigh to fall from his lips at the near....parenting he was so about to be prompted into. The Frenchman turning readily then towards his unanticipated ally in this. Sebastian. The singular being whom he knew held a distinct amount of sway over Dorian in turn. Those accented words offered to his vampiric son-in-law then.

"A future exists in which he injures himself riding a motorbike."

That, he knew, was surely all that was required to prompt Sebastian into a near flurry of protectiveness that would prevent Dorian being within fifty feet of any such machine. That look the Fae offered him only furthering that faint hint of amusement that found his own features then. Matteo content to return to his drink in an effort to all but ignore his elder son then with that suggestion it was time to eat. Matteo no sooner having turned back toward that table then that misplaced crockery so became apparent. His own silvered gaze cutting toward Alexander then with that insistence the man had moved that setting. The hunter offering that near blase assurance he had not. Matteo having spent far to many years in his closest companions company not to know when Alexander lied. That very threat to offer the Hunter only those bits of the meal no one else wanted prompting a pout from the man tat Matteo found himself rather pleased to have earned. The Frenchman heading into that kitchen then to begin bringing out that food as the other took their seats.

The Mac and Cheese was one of the first dishes to reach that table. That grin that found Aiden's features at the sight of his favourite food nothing short of pleasing and yet even Matteo had hardly anticipated Dorian's query on what was wrong with the pasta. Let alone the sheer passion with which Aiden took up his defense of it in turn. Ah but how readily he wished he had so photographed Dorian's own face in that moment! Aiden's use of the word 'fuck' so flamboyantly- prompting that look of utter shock from the Monarch. Matteo so struggling to hide that amusement even as Aiden rounded upon him in turn, the WereKing so declaring him the worst Father ever for having failed to provide Dorian with macaroni and Cheese in his youth. Matteo's own silver gaze rolling ever so slightly at the dramatics the Were had taken up in that moment. His shoulders so lifting in that shrug once more as he regarded Aiden.

"Ah, Mon Amie, perhaps I was merely waiting for this glorious moment in which you might show your brother the joy of Macaroni and Cheese. Who am i to deny you such a moment as showing Dorian your favoured dish, hmm?"

That Matteo had no excuse for having failed to share that dish with Dorian was surely clear and yet the very tone to those words near dared Aiden to find some argument around them. The Frenchman so allowing one eye to lift in a near anticipation of that very battle and yet that good-natured simper tugged at his lips all the same as he moved to see to the rest of those dishes. Matteo pausing but briefly in that kitchen door. That simper still in place, his words wholly teasing.

"Oh, Aidun? Watch your fucking language."

The sound of Dorian near choking on his drink in that moment was a decidedly amusing one. Those words chosen specifically for that very reaction from his elder son. A soft chuckle rising from within Matteo in turn as the rest of those dishes were gathered into his arms only to be laid upon the table. Charles and Elizabeth rushing to assist him in that moment. Those potatoes and green beans and salads laid amongst gravy and cranberry sauce and corn, pumpkin pie and candied yams. Matteo laying that black pudding before Sebastian in turn. That very dish distinctly non traditional and yet if Aiden had been offered his own favourite the Frenchman saw little need not to cater to Sebastian's own more vampiric desires in turn. His son-in-law offered that fleeting simper, Sebastian appearing for all the world as if he suspected the pudding was poisoned, before Matteo returned to the kitchen a final time only to remove that perfectly cooked turkey from the oven. This, he was assured, a decidedly exceptional bird. The scent of it alone nothing short of pleasing before it too was placed within the very center of the table. Alexander handed that carving knife then. The Hunter, after all, was older then even Matteo himself. The fae content for this singular evening to allow someone else those carving honours as he took his own seat beside Aiden then. Matteo watching that turkey keenly to assure it carved as perfectly as it should. His own plate held toward Alexander then for some of that best meat and one of those legs itself. The Frenchman hardly oblivious to Dorian's near pointed look toward him for pilfering those best bits. That wry grin touching his lips once more.

"I gave you life Dorian, you can give me turkey. You know, back in my day we called our Father 'Sir' I think you and Aiden should try that."




m a t t e o
it's tough to be a god