aiden tetradore

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

The very clarification of his species seemed to prompt the elder fae to pause, Dorian's eyebrows knitting together in momentary consideration. Aiden watched in inquisitive silence as his brother seemed to puzzle over God only knew what before his brother gestured towards the drawing of the black cat on the floor in front of him. The emerald of his irises fluttered over that pastel sketch before he nodded simply. That gesture was all the fae required before Dorian explained what had prompted the Monarch's hesitation in the first place. He was hardly surprised by the confusion that his species seemed to provoke within the fairy, after all, it was a rather common misconception. Few truly cared about the delicate distinction between the two, much less realized how important or many the differences were. "A panther is a leopard or jaguar with black coloring. We may look the same at first glance but....everything about us is different." Aiden hardly bothered to expand upon what 'everything' entailed, certain that it hardly mattered to the fae Monarch. He watched as Dorian seemed to absorb that information before those silver irises turned back to the sharply drawn lines on the cement floor. His own attention followed his brothers as Aiden took in the sight before him. Though he knew well that the mesh of white lines would, somehow, hopefully, turn into a car, it was exceedingly difficult to imagine the vehicle at all in this manner. Those lines appeared as little more then nonsensical shapes. After seeing Dorian pluck a flower from the counter of the airplane, however, Aiden still held some level of faith in his brother's abilities all the same.

He watched as the Italian King abruptly rose to step back and admire his own, Aiden pulling himself to his feet shortly after. That inquiry of his own thoughts on the masterpiece, however, saw him regard it with little more than a blank stare. How difficult it was to even imagine what he was staring at! His vague insistence that he supposed he liked it only caused Dorian to beckon him to the fae's side and further away from those lines. He watched, inquisitively, as the pastel seemed to quiver in anticipation of the very surge of power that rushed over them, the lines jumping together and upwards as they twisted and turned and filled themselves in with such striking meticulousness. The entire process took hardly more than a moment before Aiden was left staring at the sleek silhouette of a deep golden colored vehicle, it's chassis so similar to the multitude of Lamborghinis the pair had witnessed today while also holding some unique air about it that made it entirely Dorian. Really, he was almost amazed his brother hadn't attempted something like this before. The fae clearly had a knack for designing far more than...well, whatever he wasted his time with. It took several breathless moments still before Dorian declared the finished, Aiden incapable of helping himself as he strode forward to get a better look of the vehicle before him.

Aiden's own astute observations went without comment, however, the stoic Hispanic content to leave his thoughts to himself as he slowly circled the vehicle. His fingers gingerly brushed over the paint job, inspecting each of those minute details that Dorian had put into the car - details he hadn't even been aware the fae was drawing. It was...impressive, to say the least, that Dorian could pull off this level of craftsmanship in such a short time. Surely the fae knew how...difficult it was to put together something like this, didn't he? He glanced up briefly towards the fae, the singular acknowledgment was enough to prompt Dorian to inquire if the vehicle would even drive, to begin with. There was, after all, a distinct difference between the creation of a vehicle's carbon steel frame and the intricate gears, pistons, hardware, and computer circuitry that allowed such a car to function at it's fullest capacity. Aiden's shoulders lifted in a vague shrug, the man genuinely at a loss to if the car would even turn on. He hadn't yet bothered to check, nor was he terribly inclined to do little more than climb into the driver's seat and find out for himself with little consideration to all the ways in which this could go terribly wrong.

In fact, it wasn't until after Dorian had drawn that set of keys and muttered his own certainty that the car wouldn't explode that Aiden finally contemplated all that was a stake here. The very thought enough to prompt a curse word upon his lips. How certain he was that Matteo would never forgive him if harm should befall upon his only true son (to Aiden's knowledge), suffered some tragic accident due to his own negligence. It was with a begrudging sigh that Aiden dropped to his knees, the man dragging himself under the vehicle if only to truly inspect what he could of those complicated machinery with the use of his cellphone light. "It's driveshaft." He answered to Dorian's near bemused inquiry, even if he was certain the fae would hardly hear his muffled voice, much less know what a drive shaft even was, to begin with. For several long moments, Aiden thoroughly inspected every detail of the car's underbelly, ensuring that everything seemed in place before the Were-King emerged from the 'dirty' floor (as if anything in Dorian's palace was truly dirty!). He flicked off his phone's flashlight with a flick of his thumb, the Alpha purposefully moving towards the hood. He popped the top with remarkable ease, glancing studiously over the engine. Aiden checked various fluids beneath the hood, ensuring the engine itself too seemed relatively intact. A soft sound of surprise left his lips as Aiden finally stepped back, closing the hood with a thud. His suggestion that, perhaps, they start the vehicle at low speeds was met with a simple nod, Dorian hardly one inclined to the same level of recklessness as Aiden.

He remained silent on such observations, however, the Alpha instead reaching for the key fob before making his way towards the driver's seat. The interior of the vehicle was....truly remarkable, those touches of his brother's adoration for luxury all too obvious. Tetradore's hands reached for the wheel, the leather beneath his fingertips all too...comfortable. Perhaps later, he'd have to take this car out by himself to see what it could really do. He reached for the ignition, Aiden no sooner sliding the key into the slot before another thought crossed his mind. The emerald of his irises turned towards his sibling, Dorian's name muttered upon his lips. The very utterance of the fae's name immediately drew Dorian's attention as Aiden suggested the King hold onto him. That rise of Dorian's brows prompted a clearer explanation from the man, Aiden hardly even considering that his request might be taken as some desire for affection. No sooner had Dorian's light touch befallen upon his broad shoulder than Aiden's wrist turned on the key, letting the engine roll over with an all too audible growl. The rumble beneath him certainly felt promising and slowly, Tetradore put the car in reverse, easing off the break to lead the car down those perfectly symmetrical row of vehicles and towards the large double doors at the far side of the garage. Smoothly, he navigated the car towards the doors in question, the pair swinging smoothly inward at their approach - the road all too visible ahead of him. Aiden hardly had a chance to coax the vehicle onto that road, however, before Dorian's voice pulled the vibrancy of his gaze from the path ahead of him. That..complimenting...insult...of sorts prompted the rise of his brow before, slowly, the Were-King's gaze returned towards that garden path. He supposed maybe having a brother wasn't the worst thing ever.

"....yeah, well...you're weird too...but thanks...I guess."