it's over, i'm through

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

There were very few matters in life in which Tetradore found himself taking any level of true joy within - the very speed to be found within those sports cars and his motorcycle was one of them. For those few blissful moments behind the wheel of those vehicles, he was allowed a certain level of freedom that the rest of his life so particularly lacked. Perhaps, for that reason alone, he understood, to some extent, Dorian's fascination for his mechanical bike. After all, the fae himself had been trapped so very much like Tetradore, in some manner or another. Even so, the Hispanic failed to back up his newfound brother as Matteo declared those bikes off limits to the King. He knew well exactly what Dorian meant for his faux-father and, in turn, had little interest in going against the man where Dorian was concerned. His strikingly vibrant irises fluttered towards the silver hue of Matteo's own as the fae assured him that, one day, he would be on the receiving end of his adopted sibling's begging gaze. "You've forgotten how good I am at saying no." Tetradore retorted, though his baritone voice was hardly more than a grumble at best. He was, admittedly, almost grateful as Matteo shepherded the small group towards the dining room table, that gesture Dorian provided him to sit across from him was one he quickly took up.

He hadn't anticipated the sheer delight Dorian seemed to hold within his existence, those inquiries of his own life were...unexpected and yet, he made some effort to answer them all the same. It wasn't until the topic of the Frenchman himself arose, however, that Tetradore attempted far more than those surface answers he had provided so far. He hardly hesitated to elaborate exactly on the very extent at which Matteo had spoken of Dorian, within his own youth. Those stories often used to simply assist him in focusing upon something other than the often grueling events of his evenings. His own emerald eyes shifted with Dorian's own towards the kitchen, the Were simply nodding in agreement as Dorian seemed to finally grasp the true extent of Matteo's unending love for him. "More than he pretends to," Tetradore responded and yet, that glimpse of a grin upon the fae's features was something of a relief. Surely this was the least he could do to repay the Frenchman for all that he had done for him over those past few decades. It was, however, that stark realization that seemed to affect the fae that drew his gaze back towards his brother and yet, that inquiry only prompted a glimpse of uncertainty upon his features. "Uhh..." He commented, his hand raising to rub at the back of his neck in a habitual fashion. "I don't know...I guess?" The Were responded with a small shrug to his shoulders. They had certainly had their fair share of evenings - more so in his youth than now. That bond between the pair built far more out of necessity, perhaps.

Tetradore never anticipated that the topic of his sibling might be preferable than any other conversation and yet, he was eager to escape the very explanation behind the depths of his relationship with Matteo. He could hardly express to Dorian the horrors of his life or how desperate he had been, as a child, to find some being of comfort when everything had been otherwise torn from him. He was unsurprised by that glimpse of recognition within the fae at Nadya's name and yet Tetradore was wholly unsurprised that his sister had been less than pleasant company for the fae Monarch. Her rather...cattish demeanor had earned her a reputation of sorts. Thankfully, any further conversation of the woman was quickly forgotten in the wake a topic that seemed to intrigue both his brother and his equally as new brother-in-law. His species, while seemingly a mystery at first seemed to prompt ready intrigue within the pair as Tetradore admitted exactly what sort of creature rested beneath that silky caramel flesh. The very scent that seemed to fill the air around the Were-Creature seemed to be of equal fascination and yet, neither man seemed terribly inclined to press further upon the uniqueness of the blood flowing through his veins - a fact that he was particularly thankful for. His eyebrow rose slightly at Dorian's desire to see that feline and yet, the man merely nodded in agreement, certain that it would surely happen...one day.

It was the very appearance of that cheesy pasta dish, however, that provoked a true glimpse of Tetradore's more usual demeanor. Any efforts he had made thus far to hide behind those high walls all but broken by the singular realization that Dorian had, not once in his life, ever tasted macaroni and cheese. It astounded him, truly, his own language distinctly colorful - a fact for which Matteo was more than keen to correct him on in her own verbose fashion. Tetradore was hardly oblivious to the way Dorian quite near choked upon his liquor and yet, that dubious cross of his arms only seemed to worsen as Alexander quickly overrode Matteo's rather rare and, perhaps half-hearted, efforts to parent him. Matteo's efforts to argue away Dorian's ignorance upon the dish were hardly believed in the slightest, however, as he leaned back within his chair, providing the Frenchman with a clearly rebellious glare. Matteo's insistence that Dorian did his best not to achieve that same level of defiance, however, only served to prompt yet another roll of his eyes as Aiden shook his head ever so slightly. "Oh shut up." He grumbled, his emerald eyes only but briefly fluttered towards the all too placid Dark Hunter. The last thing he had anticipated, however, was Alexander's assurance that his posture seemed strikingly familiar - as if the Hunter had dealt with something far too similar within the past from the Frenchman himself!

Tetradore hardly had a chance to further drive his point home, however, before Matteo disappeared back to the kitchen, those dishes readily pouring from the depths of that warm room to fill the table with a great spread, unlike the kind he had seen since his own childhood. He waited until Dorian had retrieved a spoonful of his favored dish before placing a bit upon his own plate, Tetradore was more than content with the macaroni itself without the very enormity of other foods that surely awaited him to try. His nose twitched ever so slightly as the turkey itself finally emerged from the kitchen, his own gaze was briefly drawn upwards towards the magnificent bird as it was placed in front of Alexander for carving. He was hardly attentive to that look upon Dorian's features as Matteo was first served, at least, not until the fae's sudden insistence that both Dorian and himself should refer to the Frenchman as sir. A snort left his nose quite before he realized it, the Were easily stabbing a piece of that pasta with his fork. "Yeah right." He commented simply, only for Alexander to intrude that Matteo himself had, once upon a time, struggled with that very word. He placed that piece of pasta within his mouth, his own brow rose as he watched that huff that left Matteo's lip, the fae's arms crossing over his chest in the very same manner that Tetradore himself had but mere moments ago. Unfortunately, before he could even voice a word, Matteo seemed to notice the similarities only to declare he should 'shut up' even before a syllable had left his lips. "Uhhh huhhh." The Were retorted, reaching over to lightly shove the fae in his seat beside him.

Tetradore was content to nibble on his pasta and return to that all too comfortable silence as he watched Alexander carve off several pieces of turkey for Dorian, the Dark Hunter content to regale them with a story. He suspected it was, quite purposefully, one of the far more innocent ones within the Hunter's repertoire and yet, he was hardly one to turn down a tale of Matteo's younger years. Those places were all but foreign to him and yet, he supposed it was hardly necessary all the same to understand the true inconvenience that Matteo had put the entirety of the French army through. A simper fluttered across his features, his emerald eyes briefly flickered towards Matteo only to eye the Frenchman's less than enthused glance. A small gesture from the Hunter was all that was necessary for Tetradore to offer the man his own plate as Alexander so finished that tale, the turkey far moister then he had perhaps expected it to be. He hardly doubted Matteo's capabilities within the kitchen, quite on the contrary, sometimes, he was merely inclined to forget when he so partook of such delectable cooking so rarely. His gaze fluttered briefly upwards towards Dorian as the Italian spoke of those distant countries that even Tetradore had never before visited, much less took even enough of an interest within to be capable of envisioning those distant lands. Perhaps, one day, he too might be inclined to visit such foreign countries...maybe.

Those thoughts, however, were interrupted as Dorian's gaze fell upon him. He hardly anticipated the invitation that was extended to him to see Dorian's own country, though that place was one he was far more familiar of, after Tobias and Raven's visit overseas nearly a year ago. His head bobbed ever so slightly and yet, Tetradore hardly committed to such a trip, at least, not without Matteo's blessing and foresight. The greater surprise, however, was the very mention of his treasured Lamborghini. The very suggestion of touring the sport's car's factory caused his gaze to shift almost suspiciously towards the Frenchman at his side. The sheer coincidence far too great to not somehow be influenced by Matteo's gift. "Did you have something to do with this?" He inquired, unable to believe that Dorian might offer such a suggestion to him of his own volition, much less that Lamborghini had extended such invitation to the fae without any prompting. Then again, nor was he aware of just how often the royal couple was invited to all manner of events. An audible sigh left his lips, the man resigned to play his own part in whatever the Frenchman had undoubtedly orchestrated. This was exactly the sort of thing Matteo would do to ensure his sons spent some time together. "Yeah, I'll go...if Matteo says it's okay." He commented, altogether certain that the man at his side would know exactly the reason why he was so desiring the fae's permission. Those fears of her were still as potent as they had ever been, especially when it came to the discovery of Matteo's own family.

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me