Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The floor was littered with various colors of paint - their hues seeping into the grain of solid wood floors, tarnishing the oil with their vibrancy. The very price of those paints was not lost on Sebastian, the vampire having footed the bill for each one before his marriage and the addition of his husband's own inexhaustible wealth. Still, it was not the monetary loss that perturbed him the most so much as the unhappiness that his lover would experience when discovering their loss. It was perhaps this realization alone that prompted the vampire's peculiarly short patience as the young child looked up at him with a trembling bottom lip and a dress now stained with the myriad of colors that had been lost. His own tone was strikingly curt as he informed her there was no saving the dress, the vampire taking on a rare hint of an almost authoritative manner as he demanded the girl out of his immediate vicinity if only so he might clean up the mess she had made. Admittedly, he hadn't actually anticipated that she might comply - Anna-Marie so rarely did, after all. Her newfound sense of submission, though, was greatly appreciated even in spite of the sniffle that left her nose as she fought back tears.

Sebastian moved through his husband's workspace and towards the far wall where a plethora of disposable rags stood at the ready. With a trash bag and towels in hand, the vampire was left to pluck from the mess of paint those empty jars and attempt, in some measure, to salvage the globs of paint that strove to settle in between the cracks of the wooden floors. He was, admittedly, inattentive to Anna-Marie and her silent position against the wall with her canvas at her feet. All that had mattered at that moment was that she was quiet and out of his hair. By the time her shoes echoed upon the wooden floor, the empty containers themselves had been removed though that paint glob still persisted. Her announcement that she had finished her painting, however, prompted a soft sigh from his lips as his crystalline gaze turned upwards towards her. "Did you?" The vampire inquired, at least striving to appear interested as she held up her canvas for his inspection. Sebastian's eyes brushed over the surface, the man glancing at the stick figures and the floors that surrounded them. He watched in silence as she pointed to the stick figures, describing her picture and what they represented. It was the almost expectant look she gave him, however, that prompted the Englishman to provide the girl was a weak smile. "Yes, it is very lovely, Anna-Marie. Thank you for it. I fear if I touch it though, I'll get paint on it. Would you like to put it on the workbench or did you want to add more to it?" He inquired, at least attempting to placate the child.