it's over, i'm through

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

The very notion of partaking in any such sentimental displays was enough to prompt a groan to the Were-King's lips. How he despised vocalizing those feelings that frequently eclipsed him, the Alpha so often forced to simply ignore their existence to the point that discussing them at any length had a tendency to prompt within him a distinct feeling of discomfort. This was somehow worse if only for the declaration that he was supposed to find something of his dismal life that he was supposed to feel any shred of happiness for. It was, admittedly, a struggle to find any words suitable for that family gathering. After all, those individuals within his world who had undoubtedly saved his humanity surely would have been safer without involving themselves with the enslaved Alpha. That soft breath of that left the vampire's lips across from him caused his gaze to shift upwards, the Hispanic entirely aware of the weight of those eyes upon him before, begrudgingly, Tetradore announced some level of thankfulness both for never having to deal with such an affair as this before, and also for the alcohol nestled within his glass. That amber liquid, he'd decided, was quite a life saver. Tetradore all but ignored his sibling's interruption, knowing well the fae King had every intention of telling him off for his rather grand lack of appreciation of....well, anything, really. He hardly missed that pointed look the Frenchman beside him gave his son, just as Aiden himself saw fit to give Matteo and equally as rebellious glare.

Thankfully, Matteo hardly seemed inclined to force him to regard that request with any sort of serious, the fae merely thanking him with that audible hint of sarcasm though Tetradore hardly held an ounce of regret for his decision. Thanksgiving, he was sure, was not the sort of place to wander down the dismal path of his life in some vain attempt to find some glimpse of light amongst the ever prevailing darkness. He remained silent, however, as the Frenchman took his own turn, Tetradore far more inclined to simply swish the alcohol around in his glass in an almost lazy fashion. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as Matteo announced he was thankful that all of them had finally congregated in one, singular place. How many years had the fae waited before his son was allowed to meet his Godfather? Surely the trio deserved this after hundreds of years apart, did they not? That sentiment, however, was near ruined shortly after as that impish look so overcame the fae, one that Tetradore distinctly recognized the meaning of even before Matteo opened his mouth to speak of his 'legacy'. He could hardly help the way his eyes rolled or the snort that left his nose at the idea that he had, somehow, been left Matteo's wit, of all things. It was, however, that legacy the Frenchman left behind for Sebastian that seemed to immediately ensnare the interest of the table at large.

Tetradore hardly missed the way the vampire glanced up sharply, nor the manner in which Dorian's own voice was nothing short of abrupt. Clearly, there was some affair afoot about the vampire's teeth, though what he hadn't the slightest of notions. Aiden's eyebrow rose ever so slightly as he eyed the two men, only to comment in a nearly blase fashion. "Well, he got the short end of the stick." After all, Sebastian had been left with strikingly little in comparison to the rest of the table, though he supposed it was likely Matteo had not yet developed that relationship with his son-in-law. As idiotic as such a thing was. He said little of his own thoughts, however, as Matteo purposefully pivoted that conversation in a near effortless manner by insisting that it was now Alexander's turn. He watched as the Dark Hunter's gaze swept over the table, only to utter that he, like Matteo, was thankful that they hade made it here. That list of all they had gone through to arrive at this very point was, admittedly, rather abbreviated by several hundreds of years and yet, the sentiment was there, all the same, he supposed. He watched as that warm grin lit up Dorian's features, his brother seemingly delighted that the majority of his family had participated in his particularly emotional efforts at some tradition - though really Tetradore hardly remembered his family going around the table declaring things they were thankful for. Really, all he remembered was making turkeys with finger paint that he'd forced his father to look at and his mother's sweet potatoes covered to the brim with marshmallows.

His thought drew from those few fleeting memories, however, as Dorian so eagerly took up his own turn. Tetradore watched as the fae turned towards his husband, so softly declaring the vampire his closest friend - frankly, given Matteo's womanizing ways, Tetradore was almost surprised Dorian had made any efforts to settle down in some sort of sanctified monogamy. Perhaps it was a trait from his mother? His gaze fluttered briefly towards the Dark Hunter and the fae beside him as Dorian thanked them both for their continued protectiveness throughout his life, even when Dorian was inattentive to the work of their hands. The last thing he anticipated, however, was for Dorian to utter any sort of appreciation and delight for him. Tetradore's eyebrow rose as he listened to Dorian's declaration, that warm simper upon the Monarch's features was so distinctly innocent. Slowly, Tetradore's head turned to eye the fae beside him, that glimpse of blatant skepticism altogether displaying his own thoughts to Matteo in a singular look. Dorian had known him for all of...what, an hour now? And already he was declaring him a good brother? The pair hardly even knew each other yet! A soft sigh left his lips as his gaze slowly turned back towards Dorian, Tetradore hardly assured that he was going to be nearly as decent at this sibling thing as Dorian was. After all, he hardly had a reputation for being stellar in any way in this particular area. He reached for his glass, rising it up to join the others in that toast, all whilst contemplating whether or not this was nearly as good of an idea as Matteo had insisted it was.

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me