Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

I thought you knew I was filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a late night with a bad bite I thought you knew.

It was intriguing to see the very effects that emotions had upon the once proud and confident woman before him. Had she been so lost to the darkness that her heart had been steeled to such an extent? How had his own affinity so obliterated her callousness? The very weight of magic within those crimson threads astounded him, his own crystalline gaze momentarily fell downs his hand and that bright red thread tied ever so slightly around his pinkie for him alone to see. He hadn't considered, prior to that moment, just how transformative love could be, and yet, he supposed he shouldn't have been terribly surprised. After all, Dorian's existence within his life had certainly changed him to some degree - a fact that his own staff had noted near immediately when his infatuation with the fae Monarch had begun, long before Sebastian was even willing to admit it to himself. A soft breath left his lips as his glacier irises fluttered back towards the woman, watching as her once fluid movements were reduced to sluggish shuffling. The corners of his features tugged downward in a simple frown as she uttered those two words over and over again, the man certain that she was capable of finding life within those changes that he had, inadvertently, forced upon her.

How gently Sebastian attempted to reassure the woman that she might possibly find some measure of contentment within this life and those emotions that so distraught her. He was hardly inattentive to the way her fingers so clutched at his shirt and yet, it hardly perturbed him in the slightest, the way she seemed to cling to that cotton material. The last thing he anticipated, however, was that desperate beseeching to her lips as she prayed for him to offer her a true death in the wake of all he had stolen from her. It was, Sebastian was certain, rather an over dramatic reaction to those new feelings that invaded her soul, the man altogether quick to deny her pleading. A soft breath left his lips as Petra all but recoiled from him, the action so abrupt that the girl nearly toppled herself over. That hiss upon her lips caused his head to shake ever so slightly as the man reached out to her, careful to ensure she remained upright. A small frown crossed his lips as Sebastian considered that explanation, "It would be foolish to end a life with so much potential early for a problem so easily overcome." The vampire answered, even though he was certain she would disagree - for now. His crystalline gaze briefly met the teal color of her own irises as he tried to offer her the promise of hope - one he knew himself more than capable of fulfilling.

Her gaze never once seemed to deviate from his own as Sebastian offered her that very assistance of ensuring the woman was properly fed. It was only once she had blood again flowing through her veins that he was certain her melodramatic outlook would surely diminish. The Prince watched as she slumped her shoulders, the woman's voice little more than a whispered peep and yet, she had at least accepted the prospect of food. It was progress, small and insignificant though it seemed. It was all too clear to him that Petra had never before placed any sort of value upon life, the woman so distraught at her inability to murder with reckless abandonment. It was, perhaps, this realization alone that prompted the man to so sweetly utter her name as he so gently attempted to remind her of those years before all of...this -when they too were once mortals. Sebastian watched as her vacant eyes turned up towards him and yet, he was almost surprised by that admittance that, even in life, Petra had yearned for death. His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze lingered upon her, unable to fathom just what her life had consisted of to make her so willing to embrace the fangs of death and that cursed afterlife forced upon them. How...unexpected.

Sebastian cleared his throat, purposefully attempting to move the conversation on lest Petra renewed her desires to find comfort in that everlasting death all over again. So gently he attempted to coax her from the depths of the stables, his arm wrapping around her waist, offering a further measure of control over the clearly unpredictable vampire, his own affinity still so strong in it's very hold over her. It was, admittedly, that very promise that she could choose just whom she so wished to consume tonight that seemed to spark a glimpse of...was that joy within her vacant eyes? Sebastian deliberately led her away from his own dappled mare, the man far too untrusting of Petra's control to even allow her near those souls he treasured, given her current state of hunger. He was unable to help the fashion in which that tautness seemed to leave his frame as they stepped out of the stables and into the darkness of the night. His glacier irises turned back towards the weakened woman in his arms as she uttered her own preferences. Admittedly, he understood well just how much that...taint....could so affect the taste of that blood that flowed through their victim's veins. His own inclinations near followed her in this, his lover so purposefully kept pure in more ways than one - free from the chemicals of modern medicine or the preservatives of most modern pre-prepared foods. "I'm sure we can find you someone like that," Sebastian responded as he guided her towards the gates of the large estate.

That sudden inquiry drew his gaze towards her and yet, it was the sudden assertion that she smelled someone that caused him to pause quite abruptly. Dorian hadn't returned already, had he? Sebastian had expected his husband to be gone for several hours longer still. His lips pressed together ever so slightly in consideration and yet, he hardly wanted to risk the possibility of the fae Monarch stumbling upon him with Petra in such a state. "Ah, I fear anything over there won't be as...pure as you desire, love." That lie fell flawlessly from his lips as he continued to usher her towards the gates, that simple wave of his hand so prompted the guards to pause, even if they seemed...hesitant to allow the Italian Prince to leave the estate unguarded. Nevertheless, with his hand firmly settled upon Petra's waist, and several curt words later, the pair were allowed without chaperones out onto the streets of the quiet Northern neighborhood. Truly, Sebastian understood well just how much of a rarity this was, much less the scrutiny they pair would surely fall under if he was noticed. "There is a little...out of the way book store in the East, my darling, I've hunted there in the past, I believe the shopkeeper is exactly what you're looking for." The woman's cheeks had near turned rosy in an innocent blush every time the Prince's glance had even turned her way - far before the Englishman had married into Royalty. With such naivety at even the slightest glimpse of flirtation, the man doubted she had dabbled in anything greater that might corrupt the very blood within her veins. She would be, he was certain, the perfect sort of prey for the delicate Petra.