you were the answer to my dreams

The very mention of Vhalla had prompted Sebastian's own thoughts to turn towards that fateful evening nearly two years prior. He had never anticipated to involve himself within a fight that evening and yet, his veritable need to protect his maker had prompted his inclusion in that brawl all the same. Somehow, by some peculiar twist of fate, Sebastian had found himself directed to Dorian's flat with the bleeding woman within his arms and a deep wound within his side. Mending her had tested the very boundaries of Sebastian's own control. How closely he had walked that line that night - all for Dorian's insistence to fix her. The Italian King himself had quite near paid the price for their efforts - both from the sudden burst of Vhalla's fire to Sebastian's fangs so desperately piercing Dorian's flesh in a near-feral need to feed. He preferred not to dwell upon that evening and the fears that had surfaced that night at finding himself so hungry in his now-husband's presence. The corner of the Englishman's lips tilted downwards ever so slightly though he remained silent as he listened to his lover reflect upon the damage that the sofa had sustained as a result. It was the weight of Dorian's gaze upon him, however, that caused his own attention to shift towards the Monarch. Sebastian's head tilted ever so subtly, his crystalline gaze all but inquiring, silently, whatever it was that had so ensnared his husband's attention.

Dorian's attention, however, hardly seemed to linger long before the King was speaking of yet another sore topic for the vampire - Samantha. It was no secret, at least, between Dorian and himself, that he had hardly gotten along with the woman. Though, he saw no reason to let Aiden know of their mutual distaste for one another, particularly considering what she had clearly been to him. Rather, Sebastian made some effort to provide his husband with the translation he sought, only for Aiden to refer to it by what Sebastian expected was its brand name. Any further contemplation either of them had on the motorcycle, however, was interrupted by Matteo's sudden declaration that there would be no motorcycles. His eyebrow rose as his bright blue eyes shifted towards his Father-in-Law and yet, whatever protest Dorian might have offered all but died on the fae's lips. Sebastian's eyebrows furrowed as Matteo's words turned towards the vampire himself. That very notion that Dorian might get hurt near effortlessly caused those more vampiric tendencies of his near-obsessive possessiveness of the man to surface from deep within him. His own glacier blue eyes turned towards his husband with a clear hint of sternness. After all, the last thing he desired was to lose the fae King to...a motorcycle accident. That was a loss Sebastian was not sure himself capable of recovery from.

The scowl upon the Italian's all too handsome features was hardly enough to cause the vampire to budge in this, not when Dorian's safety was concerned and yet...he supposed he couldn't stop the fae from looking. A soft sigh left his lips and yet, he slowly shook his head. "Look, but nothing more." The vampire insisted, that steely tone far more often reserved for matters of buisness rather than the Monarch himself and yet, it certainly served to express just how serious he was on this particular topic. That huff upon Dorian's lips certainly didn't dissuade him, the fae astute enough to admit defeat on this particular topic alone - enough to change the subject to instead speak of the large floating Cargo ship that sat like a silent, hulking giant on the Western Docks. Though Sebastian had never been inside of its hull, he knew well enough of its existence and the clientele that it catered to. The very establishment was far more....grundgy then anything he had ever anticipated anyone within their family, Aiden aside, might partake within. Thankfully, Aiden hardly seemed the type to be slighted in the least, the man brushing off Dorian's careful wording just as he too brushed off the very damage done to his property without the slightest glimpse of concern on either front.

It was clear that the apartment Dorian had lived within had been of little value to the man, else he was wealthy enough to be hardly concerned about its vacancy. Sebastian found himself almost...inquisitive of the man in front of him. He seemed so laid back and yet, so distinctly guarded all the same. It was a curiosity that Sebastian knew well he could solve, given a night with the man and yet...such avenues were ones he had closed off for himself since his marriage. For the moment, Sebastian was content to turn his attention, instead, towards their dining room table and Matteo's declaration that dinner was surely ready. He watched with some vague glimpse of curiosity at the faux and swift disagreement between his Father-in-Law and Dorian's Godfather. The bickering, however, was certainly lacking any sort of animosity. In fact, Sebastian suspected it was almost...playful in some fashion. He said nothing of it, however, as he followed his husband towards the dining room table, settling beside the Monarch in the position that was forever designated as his own.

It was his husband's sudden insistence that he might hold some preference for Brandy, however, that prompted a tease from Sebastian's own lips, the vampire remembering well that night in Spain when Dorian had been given free-range to indulge in all the liquors he so desired. A soft chuckle left his lips as his gaze swept almost endearingly over his husband's figure, his arm settling upon the back of Dorian's chair. "I for one, remember all of it." He commented, almost teasingly. How Dorian had so denied him that night! That exhaustion grasping so strongly at him for nearly two evenings before Sebastian was capable of ensuring those more intimate needs were met. For a moment, Sebastian found himself fighting to desire those desires to grace his lover with those glimpses of affection. It was always difficult when Dorian's family was present. The fae himself had, for so long, held such rigid boundaries when it came to those public displays of his physical adoration for the King and though Dorian seemed far more accepting now than when the pair had first met...there was a distinct difference in the very atmosphere of Dorian's family when compared to his late wife's.

A soft breath left his lips as that moment passed as quickly as it had come, Dorian already far more intrigued in that tender topic of his own father. Sebastian was certainly attentive enough to his husband's every nuance to note the slight change within the fae's voice, the very sort of such that caused a glimpse of concern upon his own features. Clearly, this was a topic that he might need to broach at a later time. For now, however, he let that conversation drift instead towards Tetradore's sister. The very name prompted a glimpse of familiarity upon his own features and yet - Sebastian decided it was, perhaps, best not to mention here and now his own experience with the woman. Maybe he should mention it to Dorian...later, in the event they were ever expected to include her in a familial gathering. It was, perhaps, his own discomfort at the topic of Aiden's sibling at that had prompted his own interest within the man's species. After all, his predatory senses had already told him well what the fellow was, and now that he knew of Aiden's sister, he too understood that vague feeling of familiarity he had with the fellow. It was, however, that scent of something else that had all but fascinated him, prompting the vampire to lean forward ever so slightly as he declared Aiden a Were.

That inquiry of the man's scent however, seemed to prompt a knowledgeable nodd from Aiden as he informed him that it was the Alpha within him that so altered the very taste of his blood. How very...peculiar. And yet, Sebastian found himself almost wondering just what an Alpha tasted like. The subtle movement of the Dark Hunter beside Dorian near immediately ensnared his attention as the vampire leaned back in his seat, well aware that his far more...bloodthirsty tendencies were likely not to be well received tonight. That ever-present inquisitiveness within his husband was certainly not unexpected and yet, Sebastian merely afforded the King a small shrug. "I've never had an Alpha." He commented simply enough, this topic one he was sorely lacking knowledge of, despite his desire to try the Were-Panther. He listened in silence to Dorian's clear excitement to see a panther, much less his efforts to explain just why he had so been concerned of whether or not such a question had been...polite within the first place. Even this topic, however, was cut short by Matteo's return, the Frenchman carrying within his hands the first of what would surely be a great many dishes.

The presence of Mac and Cheese was altogether a peculiar choice for their Thanksgiving meal and yet, he was equally as unprepared for Dorian's ignorance of that very dish - much less the gusto that Aiden seemed to defend that very dish with. His eyebrow rose as his gaze shifted between Matteo and Aiden, entirely unable to believe what he was hearing. It was quite near akin to sacrilege to speak to one's father in such a manner. Even Sebastian did not have the gall to utter such things to his Father-In-Law and yet the Frenchman hardly seemed to be bothered in the slightest by such an outburst - surely speaking volumes of the pair's particularly close relationship. His gaze shifted as Dorian leaned closer towards him and yet, at that inquiry, his head merely shook in disagreement. "No, it isn't." He assured his lover and yet, Sebastian merely watched them with perhaps as much bafflement as Dorian himself. The vampire, however, was hardly as surprised as his husband to hear such a foul word upon the Frenchman's lips, his own attention instead drifting towards the Dark Hunter as Alexander so sought to override Matteo's request. A small shrug crossed his shoulders as Dorian's attention drifted towards him again and yet, Dorian seemed all too quick to recover from that unexpected turn of events.

At the very least, Sebastian was pleased that Dorian had clearly found some appreciation for his brother and the man's altogether crude language. He watched as his own servants assisted in filling the dining room table with a near plethora of food, the side dishes almost as plentiful as he remembered of the holidays of his younger years. The last thing Sebastian anticipated, however, was the plate Matteo placed directly in front of him. That glimpse of surprise near immediately crossed his features at that distinctly British dish, his crystalline gaze briefly shifted from the Black Pudding towards the Frenchman himself. That small though altogether warm simper upon Matteo's features only prompted a peculiar sensation to arise within the vampire. This was the very first sort of gesture of acceptance for the creature he was that his Father-in-Law had provided him. His eyebrows furrowed as he sniffed the general air surrounding the Black Pudding, the vampire altogether inquisitive of the blood soaked within the sausage. His own intrigue of it even overrode the delicious scent of the turkey that made it's way to the table but moments later, the vampire inattentive, perhaps to those glances exchanged between the faes until Matteo's own voice tugged at his attention. It was, admittedly, quite the tradition of his own day and age to refer to one's superiors as 'sir', particularly when it came to his father and last father-in-law. Sebastian hardly made an effort to comment upon it, however, instead reaching his fork for a slice of that Black Pudding with continued inquisitiveness.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona