Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The very sight of that rare crimson hue upon his lover's cheeks had hardly passed unnoticed by the English incubus. How well attuned he was to those very facets of that flirtatious dance his lover was so unwillingly involved in, even if Sebastian himself was oblivious to the extent of the young witch's antics. That hue, when so compounded with his knowledge of his husband's apprehension for this very meeting, blossomed that far terse domineering nature within the vampire. His own gaze was nothing short of heavy upon the promiscuous witch and yet, Serafina hardly seemed aware in the slightest - her own attention so entirely steadfast upon the fae Monarch across from her. How petty those desires were that so filled him! Sebastian momentarily struck battling that clawing need to draw his lover against him in a truly archaic display of possession. His grip upon his own teacup was, admittedly, far tighter than necessary, though the dainty china endured, all the same. The Prince listened in silence to that argument that seemed to persist between the couple, the Warlock all but giving away the peculiarities of his female counterpart's mock interest in gardening. That it was merely a ploy to gain his husband's attention was near blatant and yet, Sebastian strove, all the same, to keep those creeping feelings her flirtation accosted him within check. It was this very effort in mind, and those years of the British aristocracy, that saw Sebastian attempt to engage the warlock in some manner of conversation - those demons, after all, were why the pair were present within the first place.

The Prince made some effort to inquire after that very curse that accosted Brennan and yet, how aware he was of that steadily increasing sensation of territorial-ness that stirred within him with each passing moment. God, how he desired those witches to leave! If only they would take their book and be on their way! That subtle gesture upon his lover's lips in reassurance did distinctly little to dispell the power that tugged so potently at him, even if he had scare an idea as to what he needed to keep Dorian safe from. His gaze swiftly shifted towards the young witch as she strove to keep up her own conversation of plants and yet, her efforts were quickly squashed by a less than enthused warlock. Sebastian watched astutely as that frown tugged at the corner of the Irishman's lips, that insinuation within the man's baritone lyrics entirely captured by the vampire. Perhaps it was not him then, that Sebastian so desperately wished to see gone. His quickly darkening gaze narrowed as he all but blatantly glared at the girl - her antics clearly found out, to some degree. Her lips pressed together in a pout as she leaned back in her chair, her arms placed under her chest in such a way to accentuate the plunging neckline and, in turn, the roundness of her own chest. Were it not for Sebastian's own aggravation, he might have found some appreciation of that silken flesh. Her insistence that they were only here for the 'dumb book' however, was tangent the table at large was all too keen to pick up on.

Dorian was quick to inquire after those demons that apparently roamed the very streets of Sacrosanct in search for the warlock. Any involvement with him, it would seem, was sure to bring a run-in with those hellish fiends. Perhaps he would suggest that Dorian cease his friendship with the Irishman, at least for the time being. His own eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as Brennan confirmed that those demonic monstrosities were visible to the world at large, and yet he had seen no report of an invasion of otherworldly creatures. The Dark Hunters must clearly be working hard to see too those demons. Perhaps they might also inquire with Alexander as to just how...bad that intrusion really was. The darkened navy hue of his gaze shifted towards his lover as Dorian inquired after the very weapon that might be used to dispose of such...invaders. Sebastian's lips pressed firmly together in a hard line as Brennan so compared those creatures to his own species, the man hardly requiring Serafina's assistance to finish that unspoken sentence to know that word he'd been considering. A soft sigh left his lips as Dorian offered a weapon for the Warlock's use. He hardly had to inquire after that very armament to know what Dorian was offering. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" He inquired softly, his gaze sliding towards his lover. Somehow, the idea of Brennan in possession of such a...decisive weapon felt...worrying, to say the least.

That very hesitation was answered but moments later as Dorian reached out his hand, those shadows near jumping to life at his lover's beckon. He had only seen that power once before, those weapons all but fascinating to the vampire even though Dorian rarely saw the need to draw them. He remained silent as his lover explained the blade that now rested within his palm - the Prince well aware it was not his place to object to his husband's choice. His own rapidly increasing displeasure was hidden behind the porcelain of his own teacup. His gaze drifted from that blade and back towards Brennan as the warlock made some effort to assure him that he would do his best to not only keep Sacrosanct safe, but too keep those demons from darkening their own door. Sebastian watched with a glimpse of indifference as Brennan raised his sleeve to display that demonic mark upon his skin. The vampire's teacup was placed upon the tab as his arm shifted to drape across the back of Dorian's chair. His attention fluttered away from the bickering couple in front of him as Dorian leaned into that touch, the fae Monarch hardly close enough for Sebastian's own preferences, though he knew better than to push the King on such public displays of what might be perceived as affection. He was almost thankful, really, as Charles brought the volume in question to the table, the man handing it to Dorian who only offered it to Brennan in turn. Admittedly, Sebastian was hardly attentive in the slightest to that exchange of that book, the closeness of even the Warlock's hand to his lover's own was enough to prompt his upper lip to rise in an instinctual silent snarl, his lover's power over him still as potent as ever.

The genteel touch of his husband's hand upon his knee drew his gaze downwards, his eyebrows furrowed as his irises turned away from the fae King. A part of Sebastian was well aware of just how...uncharacteristic it was of him to lose that carefully handled control. He was hardly attentive in that moment as the Irishman thanked his lover for the hefty book, much less the correction and conversation of Dorian's own title. Quite on the contrary, his own thoughts were focused entirely upon why those vampiric instincts were coming out with such force. Those thoughts, and his own puzzling conundrum, however, were interrupted by that neon blue luminosity that abruptly radiated from beneath the Warlock's skin - that mark near aglow with that otherworldly light. The very presence of that illumination and the danger it foretold only caused the vampire to once again bare those sharpened canines, his reaction entirely instinctual. The vampire rose to his own feet as that Irish slang fell from Brennan's lips, the Warlock clearly ready to face the impending threat. The once bright hue to his irises had increasingly darkened as those more vampiric tendencies so took over. He was well aware of the young witch's movements as she left her own seat and yet, it was Dorian's own words that prompted his head to nod almost firmly. "Yes, I think that would be --" His words were cut off abruptly by the faint sound of shattering glass somewhere deeper with their home.

The vampire's eyebrows furrowed, his navy gaze narrowing ever so slightly as he reached for his own affinity, letting the world around him fill with those crimson threads he alone could see. That sound, after all, hardly proved...promising. The thud of falling objects sounded almost muffled, prompting concern within the vampire if only for the simple knowledge that there was but one place within all of his estate that had been particularly soundproofed. His sapphire irises fluttered down towards the fae King at his side, the vampire momentarily torn between his desire to ensure Dorian remained safe and out of harm's way and his need to keep his husband close to him. Gingerly his hand reached out to his lover as he spoke to Brennan. "It sounds like your demon has already arrived. I hope you're ready to test out that weapon Dorian made you."