The Sun Also Rises

How readily that press off his lovers lips so prompted that simper to his features! Sebastian's gentle insistence that he smelled nothing short of delicious only seeming to further that ready grin. It was a terribly foolish thing, surely, to take so very much joy from that simple notion of just how he smelled and yet- Dorian could so hardly deny that his very blood, its taste, its smell, were nothing short of important to him even if only for Sebastian's pleasure alone. The Fae King, over those years he had known and adored his lover, having come to enjoy those very compliments upon his blood. A part of the Fae decidedly pleased to know that taste of himself still remained Sebastian's most favoured in all the world. How very unfortunate it was that they might so not be given the chance to further explore just how much Sebastian enjoyed that very taste with that dinner invitation so requiring their attention. Dorian forced, for now, to settle for entwining his fingers within his lovers own and leading the way from their lavish bedroom, through that house and out onto the street.

It was decidedly rare, in any sense, that they might travel somewhere close enough to permit something so pleasant as a walk and- while that ever-present security still trailed behind them and lingered just out of view on near every conceivable side, Dorian could hardly deny how pleasant that evening air was. How readily walks such as this so tended to remind him off those earlier days of his and Sebastian's own courting! They had walked often then. Sebastian ever-patient in Dorian finding a ready fascination in the outside world, an eagerness that had surely hardly lessened even after all this time and yet he had become distinctly less inclined to find awe in those more everyday occurrences. Cars and trucks and buses no longer terrified him. Street lamps no longer required several minutes of contemplation on how they worked, Dorian far less inclined to force Sebastian to pause at near every street sign to inspect it. That very sort of awe replaced with another entirely. The Monarch, now, inclined to find delight in those lavish gardens they passed, in the idea of the stars above and too- in the very man beside him. How he adored to think upon those walks they had taken when they first met and yet too- how glorious it was to consider how far they had come. In all the world, in all its vast countries and sprawling cities and wide oceans he had, somehow, come to marry the very being beside him. Dorian entirely assured Sebastian was nothing short of as simply perfect as he had always been. From that night they had met until now.

How pleasing such thoughts were to have. That walk surely over far to soon. The pair making their way up to Troy and Amelia's own front door then before pausing to ring at the bell. Dorian so distinctly aware off his lovers gaze upon him once more as that ready chuckle befell his lips along with that assurance they might surely attend to that terribly distracting small cut upon his face later this evening. Those very words surely holding within them a promise for 'later' that Sebastian seemed only to willing to uptake. His lovers accented words only further prompting that anticipation within himself before Dorian so strove to be just as he needed to be in that moment. The very epitome of good manner and Royal protocol. Troy and Amelia after all, were nothing short of likeable. The Fae King inclined to find himself quite looking forward to seeing that vampire and Fae couple. How terribly far Troy had come from the being he had met those years ago upon the beach!

That door was opened not but several moments later. Dorian finding that warm simper upon his lips at the sight of Amelia. The vampire woman, as always, dressed exceptionally and with the distinct, practised care of a being whom knew just how to dress in turn. That ready greeting saw his own head nod in polite return, that very query upon her lips so prompting his own reply before Troy so suddenly appeared in turn to answer that inquiry on their behalf. Dorian quote unable to prevent that soft chuckle in response as his hand reached to take Troy's own in that firm shake of gteeting in turn.

"Amelia, Troy- thank you. Sebastian and I are both very well. Married life suits us, I think. I hope you will find it equally so."

That warm near-knowing grin brightened further upon his lips, his head nodded just so toward that engagment ring upon Amelia's finger as he moved to follow the woman into their own lavish home and toward the parlour. Dorian wholly content to find that decor decidedly pleasing, the Monarch so wondering whether or not this home had been Amelia's or Troy's originally before that query off just what he desired to drink so prompted the return of his silvered gaze to ther hostess.

"Red wine, please."

Ah, but how that Italian within him could not go past good wine! Dorian so barely given the chance to so much as reach for that glass before the sound of running so readily drew his attention. It was habit, perhaps, that saw the King step ever so slightly back and closer toward Sebastian. Dorian hardly fearful of that sudden sound so much as he found himself merely curious. Amelia decidedly quick to grasp that fleeing child whom had escaped her breathless nanny and swing her up into her arms. The Monarch eyeing that very child with a look of distinctly wide-eyed surprise. Had Sebastian and himself not only just seen the girl at their own wedding? The child within Amelia's arms far....older than Dorian had readily anticipated. Was this another child perhaps? Amelia's sudden insistence that this was indeed her daughter not a moment later only furthered that very look of surprise upon the Monarch's features as the girl held her arms eagerly toward Troy. The other Fae quick to reach for his daughter. That utter adoration and affection clear upon his features as he made that effort to introduce Sebastian and Dorian in turn. How....utterly remarkable.

"Heavens but she has grown!"

Dorian could so hardly help that awe of sorts that found his voice in that moment. The notion of a vampire growing and aging was nothing short of distinctly fascinating. His mind a veritable plethora of questions in that moment. How little he knew of children and yet surely....surely such growth was unusual? Dorian so glancing toward his lover then in a ready curiosity for just how Sebastian might view such a small member off his own species. It was nothing short of habit that so readily saw the Monarch move to offer his hand to the child in an effort to greet her- only to realise within near the same moment that she was perhaps not quote old enough for such formalities. His hand paused near mid air before that amusement found his features.

"Ah, I fear i was overzealous in my greeting, Tenley. Forgive me. I feel perhaps you might not quote desire to shake my hand just yet- that is alright."

Children were, so evidently, not usually to focus of the Monarch's conversation. Dorian distinctly unsure off just how to address the child and yet his fascination with her was surely clear all the same. A fascination borne from a good-natured curiosity alone. Dorian nothing short of an utterly curious being. His attention so shifting from the child to Amelia and Troy once more. A near contemplative look upon his features.

"What does she eat?"

Dorian Ellington-Aragona