Alexander Macedonia

when I walk into the room there's nothing you can do
To stop me from making moves
I'm coming for you

A soft chuckle hummed upon the Macedonian's lips at his son's near indignant retaliation against the Englishman's ready banter. Where the Sebastian they were used to was prone to a sort of...passiveness, this version of the vampire seemed as eager to spar with Matteo as much as he was to bring to life the Frenchman's sensuality. This version proved far more...challenging, hardly fearing them quite in the same way as they had become accustomed to. Alexander couldn't help offering his own jab at Matteo, even if it earned him a near contemptuous glare in return. The sound of someone further into the home caused the trio of men to venture into the depths of the hallway, stepping carefully around the fallen fae woman sprawled out on the carpet. They had only just closed the door when a soft gasp caused their attention to pivot to the opposite end of the hall - the very end where Dorian stood. How...familiar the site of Matteo's son was, the Italian fae still sporting the same dark brunette locks, even if they appeared slightly unkempt. He was...fitter, somehow, then the Dorian that they were used to and yet, more importantly, under the shock that widened those familiar silver irises was still an unending amount of love for his father.

A small simper fluttered across Alexander's features as Dorian all but darted down the hallway like he used to as a child, only to throw himself into Matteo's arms and cling to his father in a fierce hug. Those soft sobs were near muffled in the folds of...well, Sebastian's clothes even as Matteo drew his arms around his son. That helpless look Alexander was given prompted a slight shrug of the Greek's shoulders. After all, it hardly mattered what world or timeline they were in - there were some things that would persist in all of them, Alexander was sure. The simple adoration that Dorian held for his father, and the love Matteo held for his children, was one of them. For several moments Alexander allowed his godson to remain nestled in his father's arms, Matteo's comforting words lessening those gentle tears. Finally, after several long moments, Alexander purposefully cleared his throat, letting the noise alone interrupt that sweet moment between father and son. The very last thing he anticipated, admittedly, was for Dorian to turn the entirety of his attention onto him with equal amounts of zeal. That emotion that beset the King prompted a near tumbling of words as Dorian insisted that they had looked for them for years.

It was only the mentioning of a name that neither Dark Hunter or Fae knew that prompted Dorian's rambling to cease abruptly. The very mention of the fae girl prompted the boy to reach down and gingerly shake the woman he so declared as his wife. So this...was who Dorian married without Sebastian in his life? She was...pretty, to say the least, her blonde locks curling gently around her fair features even as she laid unmoving upon the floor. Still, it was...obvious that Dorian hardly seemed to hold the same level of affection for her as he held for his vampire lover, Alexander certain that the fae wouldn't seem as...unconcerned if it was Sebastian sprawled out on the hallway floors. How Alexander had despised the idea of Dorian taking a vampiric lover and yet...now....seeing the fae without Sebastian...well, even he could hardly help the way the blue-green of his irises turned towards the Englishman, quite at the same time that Dorian seemed to discover the Englishman standing in the corner with hands clasped neatly behind his back.

The bright crystalline blue of Sebastian's gaze remained fixed upon those silver eyes the very moment Dorian's attention turned towards him. How...aware he was of that concupiscent stare. How easy it would be to pull the Italian King under his sway, to fulfil those desires that were clearly lingering upon the handsome fae's mind. How he wanted to run his fingers through that dark brunette hair, to press his lips against the fae's silken skin....and God the smell of him! It promised blood nearly as good as his father's! And yet, despite all those lewd desires...Sebastian was distinctly aware of that singular red ribbon that hung between them as Dorian outstretched his hand. His fingers fit comfortably within the smooth, warm palm of the fairy's own though Sebastian was quick to brush off those apologies, his heavy British accent so giving away his own heritage in the process. The very sound of his voice seemed to prompt a warm smile upon Dorian's features, the very kind Sebastian was inclined to return, albeit softer and somehow gentler. Astutely, Sebastian listened to every syllable upon Dorian's lips, his head bobbing in a silent answer as the fae queried the frequency of his return visits to his home country. Whatever the fae was so terribly keen on inquiring after, however, was abruptly cut off by a soft sound from Matteo - their hand's dropping near abruptly from that singular heated touch and yet...it only left Sebastian desiring far more even if he had already resigned himself to his wife and this singular moment with the one fate had ordained for him alone.

The hallway quickly filled with several members of Dorian's staff, their fallen Queen their immediate priority. Dorian, on the contrary, seemed content to leave her to them as he guided the trio of men further into his home, querying all the while just where Alexander and Matteo had been. Alexander had, up until that moment, contemplated merely stepping into the lives of this version of themselves for several days before returning to their own timeline. To discover that they were dead however, changed things immensely. He hadn't anticipated the reaction his godson might have, his own thoughts considering, not for the first time, how their imminent leaving might affect the boy were he not properly prepared for their departure. It was true, this was not their timeline, nor was this their Dorian but surely it would be wrong of them to wreck his godson's life in the wake of Matteo's leaving a second time. Softly, Alexander insisted that such a conversation was one best discussed alone. The very declaration seemed to garner the attention of both fae, that look Matteo gave him hardly went missed. He was unsurprised by that more dubious inquiry upon Matteo's lips as they fell in step behind Dorian. "In a manner of speaking. How do you think he would handle our leaving if we don't? Do you truly intend to do that to your own son, Matteo?" Alexander inquired, providing the Frenchman with an almost pointed look.

He followed Dorian into the large living room, the Macedonian King settled on the sofa across from the gently laid down Clarissa. Sebastian, on the other hand, took up the armchair opposite of Dorian, the vampire inclined to his silence as he simply observed the curious situation he found himself in. All eyes turned towards Dorian, however, as the fae Monarch called for his manservant, insisting that his wife be taken to her room to recover from the evening's events. Quickly several servants filled the room, gathering their Queen to fulfill their King's bidding. It was Matteo, however, that seemed to catch on to that striking difference between the Monarch they knew and the one that sat before them. Alexander could hardly help the way his brow rose at Matteo's query, much less Dorian's insistence that he seemingly frequently enjoyed the company of others. Their Dorian had never once expressed an interest in enjoying the attention of others outside of his marriage, the King retreating to his marriage bed night after night after night. Without Sebastian...it would seem Dorian hardly found the same sort of satisfaction in marriage...how alike a King the fae had become! Dorian himself seemed equally as quick to mention that very point, only for his gaze to turn near purposefully towards the vampire in the seat across from the coffee table.

Sebastian hardly seemed oblivious to that shift within the fae's gaze, the crystalline hue of his irises so easily meeting that enigmatic silver. His tongue swept slowly across his bottom lip, the Incubus altogether content to be the object of the fae King's desire. For a moment, Alexander's gaze shifted between the pair of men before commenting softly to the Frenchman at his side, "And you wanted to keep them from meeting." His brow rose as he glanced towards Matteo though the fae seemed...far more preoccupied with his own thoughts, not that Alexander could blame him. After all...to see the difference in Matteo's family...surely affected the fae more than he let on. It was that sudden inquiry of Dorian's Brother that drew Alexander's gaze back towards the Italian fae, Dorian in turn so quickly refocusing upon the topic of hand as he declared that Aiden had apparently gone off to join the PeaceCorp in Barbados. That was a difference shocking enough that even Alexander could hardly help the look of surprise upon his features, one that was mirrored even in Matteo's voice. It was the utterance of Cesare's name that prompted silence between both men, Alexander so quickly making that connection with the infant that had been lost in the aftermath of Isabella's death. The very same child that had brought about Ferdinand's death in turn. How he never expected to hear that name again.

A quick glance was exchanged between the two men before, abruptly, Matteo stood. Alexander watched as the Frenchman made his way towards the mantle place, glancing over the pictures that rested there. The Frenchman picked up one photo in particular, the fae staring at it for several long moments before it was turned for Alexander's viewing. How easy it was to spot those aspects of Isabella in the young man that stared back at him from the photo, those silver eyes so uniquely Matteo's own. Cesare was...undoubtedly fae, the distinct upturn in his ears giving it away. Slowly, his gaze turned upwards towards Matteo as the Frenchman stared at him with a deep-seeded pang of pain in the depths of his eyes. The answer to that query was one Alexander expected he knew and yet...what good would it do Matteo to have that confirmation of that it was his son he'd lost all those years ago? Alexander's head shook slowly, "Den tha xéroume poté." (We will never know.)

He watched as Matteo's gaze returned to that photo, staring in the face of the boy he'd lost. It was that very look that caused Alexander's attention to return to Dorian, his own voice almost...soft. "I think it best you wait to tell Cesare." After all....if a photo prompted such a reaction from Matteo, he wasn't sure the fae was ready to see the son he'd never truly gotten to know. Dorian seemed...equally as aware the effect of the photo had upon his father, his very inquiry so sharply brought Matteo back to the present. He watched as Matteo placed the photo back onto the mantle, only to return to his seat on the sofa as he questioned after a drink - seeking the familiar comfort of alcohol in the way the Frenchman so often did to cope with those more difficult emotions. Dorian was all too quick to summon that drink, Alexander inattentive, in that moment, to the bright red hue that filled those usually silver eyes, that vision playing across Matteo's sight. The sound of his name drew the blue-green of his irises towards the fae, his brows furrowing with a vague understanding of Matteo's words. His head shook ever so slightly, "There is nothing we can do but wait, Matteo." He insisted softly, knowing well that it was the last thing the Frenchman might wish to hear.

Matteo was presented with that alcoholic beverage he'd requested but moments later, only for Dorian to quickly dismiss the servant and remand the doors to the living room be closed, leaving the small group of men to relative privacy. Alexander was hardly unaware of that gentle demand upon Dorian's lips. He sighed, his head shaking ever so slightly. "Your father is fine, Dorian. I fear the truth of your question may not be one you easily believe. Matteo and I found an artifact that allows us to travel between different....timelines or...worlds, I suppose. The artifact we found links two world's particularly....this one and...the one we are from. I do not know what happened to your father and grandfather but....regardless of what timeline or world we are from, Matteo will always still be your father." He paused briefly, letting those words sink in before Dorian's lips parted, the look of skepticism prompted Alexander's interruption as his hand raised ever so slightly. "Think about it Dorian, why your father didn't recognize Clarissa...or remember Cesare." He offered the fae King an almost pointed gaze, only for assistance to come from the most unlikely of places. "It does explain why you knew who I was...." Sebastian mused softly, his gaze shifting briefly towards Dorian, "I assume...Dorian and I know each other well in...your...world?" The vampire queried, his gaze turning back towards Matteo and Alexander as he too looked for answers to the evening's events.