aiden tetradore

Lost sight of the man in the mirror
Following a heart of a sinner

His sibling's outburst near immediately drew the weight of Aiden's vibrant eyes away from his inquisitive inspection of the large tank in the bay beside the Italian King. He watched with indifference as Dorian made some effort to explain that sudden announcement and though Aiden hardly bought that excuse, he was not one to terribly question the thoughts that filled the minds of others. Rather, the Alpha focused upon retrieving the book that was asked of him. He gleaned inquisitively over the cover of the book as he returned to his sibling, crouching down beside the King. At Dorian's request, he flipped through the book of detailed engines, his emerald irises attentively observing the machine work and the names associated with each engine as he pointed out ones of interest to him. He paused in his search of that book only at Dorian's interruption, the fae pointing at the Jaguar F with the insistence that this one would be easiest to replicate. Aiden said little in the way of a response, the Alpha merely nodding in some vague agreement as he watched Dorian's work, those lines so neatly coming together at the fae's beck and call. It was...fascinating, in a way, that even Aiden had to admit as those lines seemed to move all on their own. It was also....unnerving.

His brows furrowed as he watched his sibling work, the King's silent concentration broken only by an inquiry Aiden hardly anticipated. Those intensely pigmented eyes slid towards his brother in wary consideration before his head bobbed. "I'm a jaguar." He clarified, unsure if his true species truly made much of a difference to his brother. For a single fleeting moment, his gaze met that striking silver hue of his brother's own before Dorian's gaze dropped again towards his lifesize drawing. That answer seemed to satisfy his sibling, prompting the fae to add several more lines to that drawing with distinct gusto. Aiden remained silent, however, as he watched the fae sketched out the muscular feline, a small crown added atop of his head. Slowly, the Were-King rose to his own feet, his emerald eyes tracing those sharp lines before a small shrug crossed his shoulders at his brother's query. "I...guess?" Frankly, Aiden hadn't the slightest idea yet of what he was looking at - that work decidedly flat even though Aiden knew it would hardly stay that way for long.

At Dorian's beckoning, Aiden took several steps backward, letting his brother's magic work. Those lines so quickly transformed into something else entirely, color filling those lines as that once flat drawing transformed into an actual sports car. Tetradore's gaze narrowed ever so slightly, his arms crossing over his chest as he watched the process of that sleek vehicle gain some form of tangibility - it's coloring surely matching his brother's preferences, not that Aiden was terribly surprised. In truth, Aiden had hardly expected that experiment of a vehicle to actually succeed, the level of power necessary to make something like this certainly hadn't escaped his notice. His brother was far more...adept at his abilities then first glance might have suggested. It was only once he was certain the fae King was done that Aiden stepped forward, his fingers tentatively reaching out to brush against that golden paint as if he feared it crumbling beneath his very caress. The car, however, remained nothing short of steadfast, feeling as real as the vehicle he had driven several hours prior. Inquisitively, Aiden circled the car, pausing here and there to take closer note of those unique details Dorian had drawn. It was...exquisite...even he had to admit that. He'd only just made his way back around towards the driver's side door, his brother's query momentarily drawing his gaze. "I...don't know." He admitted, after all he had hardly bothered to explain the depths of the mechanical wonders that cars could be. Would the vehicle be missing those important parts or would it simply 'fill in' what was necessary?

Aiden's brows furrowed in his own thoughts, the Were-King providing no real acknowledgment that he'd heard his brother's consideration of keys as he glanced in the vehicle, noting the interior of the car. It was that sound of jingling keys that drew his attention back towards Dorian, his hand reached out to pluck the equally as golden key from his brother's grasp. It was, however, that very mention of the car exploding that prompted Aiden to near freeze - that...was a possibility he hadn't considered. "Fuck." He muttered, more to himself than to Dorian, the Were-King already considering Matteo's face and the retribution he would surely receive if this all went to shit. An audible sigh left Tetradore's lips, as he rolled his eyes, grumbling to himself in the process. The WereKing dropped to his knees, flipping onto his back before he reached out for the edge of the vehicle, dragging himself underneath the car to truly examine its chassis. He reached in his pocket for his phone, the Alpha utilizing its built-in flashlight to examine, albeit briefly, the underside. At the very least everything...looked good. He crawled out from under the car, hardly bothering to inform his brother of what he saw before Aiden strode purposefully to the hood, popping it with relative ease to examine the engine as a whole. He was silent for several moments longer, checking the fluids and various other things before, finally, Aiden stepped back, letting the hood close securely with a firm shut.

"I think it'll be okay." He declared, gesturing slightly towards the passenger side. "Get in, we'll try it at low speeds at first." Aiden insisted, making his way towards his own designated side of the car. He opened the driver's side door, sliding in with ease to the supple leather seat. The Were-King waited till Dorian joined him, weary, perhaps, to put the key in the ignition. "Dorian...?" Tetradore paused in contemplation before he continued, "Just...hold onto me okay? If anything happens I can teleport us out." He was fairly certain it was an unnecessary fail-safe, after all, if the car really truly could explode it was likely Matteo would have seen it and intervened. Still, he'd rather be...certain than sorry. He reached up, sliding the key into the ignition, his emerald eyes briefly fluttering towards Dorian before his wrist turned, letting the engine turn over before it too roared to life.