Matteo

It's tough to be a god

The scent of Sebastian's blood was almost potent within the room. That metallic, iron scent seemed to fill that space as it stained the vampire's shirt and Matteo's own hands in turn. William certainly had not missed. His strike, while hardly lethal to a vampire, had certainly not been a mere warning. The English Hunter however, had been near forgotten by the Frenchman the moment he had hurled him into the far wall. Matteo's focus instead fixated upon Sebastian as he uttered that singular French command to the other man. It would not bode well, after all, for Sebastian to feed on him. Especially not within Aiden present. His younger son, he suspected, would react poorly to such a thing. Matteo himself so hardly inclined to feel Sebastian's venom within his own veins. Besides- in such a state of hunger, there was every chance the vampire might struggle to stop if reminded of the taste of Matteo's decidedly ancient blood. That very command however seemed to prompt an outright hiss from the incubus, the sound in turn coaxed a frown to the Frenchman's own features before one hand lifted to smack lightly agianst the back of Sebastian's head.

"Oh, stop it, Sebastian."

That chastisement was uttered near teasingly even despite the notable threat Sebastian presented. Matteo, in that moment, nearly assured the Englishman would manage to control himself. In the very least he held that much faith in his son in law. Aiden, as he suspected, was near quick to appear in that office. Alexander and Dorian followed only moments behind. Matteo's insistence that William be removed was met with a quick nod of agreement by the elder hunter. Alexander insisting he knew William before the younger man was all but hauled out by the Macedonian. Aiden, for his part, was very near forced to restrain Dorian in turn as his elder son shifted wildly between trying to get to Sebastian and shouting at William in turn. Matteo's utterance that William certainly had not missed was met with a near breathless response from Sebastian. The pain of that stab clearly took its toll on the vampire even as his body began to stop the bleeding as efficiently as it was able. Matteo's own hand moved to brush over that wound then as Sebastian's hand fell away- affording him a true look at the depth and size of the injury before the Frenchman so insisted that his own affinity might feel a little...unusual as it set to work. Matteo's gift for restoration was nothing if not decidedly more potent then any healing ability ever had been. Sebastian's wound, beneath the touch of Matteo's own magic was quick to repair itself near instantly- that pain vanishing as quickly as it had come before Matteo stepped gently back from his son-in-law. Sebastian, in turn, gingerly standing upright as his fingers traced over the now healed wound.

Matteo's gaze shifted toward his sons before he so suggested Aiden release his brother, only for Dorian to near sprint across what remained of that room and launch himself into Sebastian's arms. Those apologies were quick to fall from the Monarch's lips. Dorian, it seemed, was inclined to blame himself for having pushed William to the very edge the Fae King had feared existed within the Hunter. Sebastian, as he so often did, was quick to insist the fault had been his own. Matteo moved to step beside Aiden then, both men simply inclined to watch that veritable display before them as Sebastian continued to insist he was fine. Ah, but how very much that hunger still showed upon every line within the vampires physique! Aiden too seemed nothing if not aware of Sebastian's desires in that moment. Perhaps this reunion was better left to Dorian and Sebastian alone. Aiden, he suspected, was more...fond of Dorian then he so ever truly showed and while the WereKing held no ill will towards Sebastian there was every chance the incubus might find himself stabbed again should he choose the wrong moment to partake in his husbands blood. It was, however, a near impressive display of control that seemed to prompt Sebastian to step away from his husband once more. The vampire was a near picture of crestfallen as he so tried to explain his intention- before querying where William was.

"William is fine. He is with Alexander. Your Luca will take him to the Guards Quarters tonight. He will be safe there."

Matteo's accented words rose smoothly into that room then, the silver of his gaze so momentarily shifting between his son and son-in-law before resting a final time upon Sebastian.

"For what it is worth, Mon Amie. I do not think you misjudged the help able to be offered to your friend- your misjudgement was in the way in which you went about asking for it. Come along, Aidun- let us see how Alexander is getting on. Dorian will be fine with Sebastian."

The Frenchman's gaze shifted to meet Aiden's own then, a near imperceptible nod of his head offered in a simple assurance that Dorian would, indeed, come to no harm if left with his husband before Matteo moved to lead the way out of that room. The couple left to discuss that matter alone as Aiden closed the door behind him. Matteo's footsteps echoed along that hall before the near ancient Fae moved to step into the kitchen, the Frenchman all but ignored the rather sad heap of hunter upon the floor only to reach for the kitchen tap before turning on the water and beginning to wash the blood from his hands. William's near desperate bid to have Alexander end him over his apparent slaying of Sebastian prompted a distinct snort of amusement from the Fae.

"You are not much of a Hunter if your killing of a vampire reduces you to...this, oui."

Matteo turned off the faucet, his hands now clean of Sebastian's blood, before reaching for a sheet of paper towel to dry them upon.

"As it happens though, the Prince is entirely fine. A vampire won't die from a wound like that. I have also healed him completely. I am incredibly talented and one day the world will truly appreciate my greatness."

How assured Matteo was that he could see those veritable eye rolls from Aiden and Alexander in turn. Aiden, one day, would roll his eyes into the back of his own head- Matteo was certain. A near impish simper so managed to tug at the Frenchmans lips as he reached to toss the paper towel into the trash can beside William- only to frown abruptly at its contents. That lid was closed near as quickly as he had opened it.

"Sacrebleu, but is this how feeble the Hunters of today have become? If he is to join the Cavalry then do not put him in my Unit, Alexander. I am not dealing with this every time he stabs something. Take this with you, Monsieur Holloway."

That shining, silver-coloured (and incredibly expensive) trashcan, was all but thrust into Williams arms before Matteo moved to cross the kitchen once more to seat himself on the bench beside where Aiden stood.