Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

Sebastian was, admittedly, rather nervous to have Anna-Marie in the depths of his lover's art room. It was, perhaps, the last place he desired for disaster to strike - a thing that tended to follow in the wake of the young girl's antics. Thankfully, Anna-Marie was dedicated to her own efforts to create her own art as she stared at the blank canvases Dorian had left upon the workbench in the center of the room. She was quick to announce she desired to paint, though Sebastian saw no current reason to stop her, after all, a new canvas was something easy to purchase and replace. It was, however, the small child's abrupt reach for that tube of paint that caused him almost to flinch as a large bright yellow goop of paint splattered across that blank canvas. Great....just great. Sebastian accepted that canvas as she handed it to him and yet, the man had little idea of what to paint upon that surface. Art, after all, had never been his forte. Inquisitively, his gaze turned to the young girl beside him as he inquired what it was she wished to paint. Her answer, admittedly, seemed quintessentially childlike. Flowers. Of course. The vampire's gaze shifted back towards his own canvas in an almost critical fashion as the young girl declared they needed more paint and paintbrushes - yellow, after all, did not make a whole flower.

His gaze shifted towards the young girl as she inquired as too what paint brushes she utilized, though the very question did little more than prompt a shrug upon his shoulders. "I'm afraid I do not know." Her sudden declaration that they needed those however, saw Sebastian's gaze rise as he watched the young woman reach for paints higher upon the shelf. "Anna-Marie, let me --" That sentence hardly left his lips before the shelving unit tipped forward entirely, Sebastian's own near vampiric speed the only that that kept the whole unit from falling forward as he caught the very top of it, pushing it back onto the wall. It hardly mattered, however, the damage was already done and around him were strewed the very contents of his lover's art supplies - from those fancy expensive paints to the paint brushes and plastic palettes.

It was only after he was certain that the shelf was leaning back upon the wall that the vampire stepped back. A soft sigh left Sebastian's lips as his gaze surveyed the damage, his own fingers reaching upwards to gingerly pinch the bridge of his nose. The trembling of the girl's lip failed to stir any emotion of pity within him. This was, after the second time in which she had destroyed items within his home and Sebastian was less than amused. His head shook ever so slightly. "You've ruined it. There's no fixing your dress. Those paints do not come out of fabric. Next time, I expect you to ask instead of climbing all over things that aren't yours, Anna-Marie." Sebastian responded curtly only to point towards her canvas. "Go stand over there while I clean up the mess you made."