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

Cesare - it was a name that Alexander had not expected to hear again fall from Matteo's lips. At least, not in relation to the fae's newborn son. How well he knew the effect those syllables could have upon the Frenchman, that sharp intake of breath wholly audible to the Dark Hunter who sat behind him. His brows furrowed with his own considerations, even as the blue-green of his irises turned towards his companion. How well he knew the thoughts that filtered through Matteo's mind, even without that touch that granted him insight. After all the centuries, he could near anticipate his chosen son in ways he so often pretended not to. How many nights had he spent comforting the Frenchman in the aftermath of Isabella's death, in the aftermath of Cesare's death. The oceanic hue of his gaze remained focused upon his own son as Matteo rose from the sofa, crossing the room towards the mantleplace and the family photos that decorated it. Matteo picked up a photo, cradling it as he stared down at the faces that looked back up at him. Slowly, that picture was turned towards him, allowing Alexander a chance to see the man that Matteo's other son had grown into. That query Matteo directed towards him was hardly unexpected, the Macedonian Monarch so terribly careful to provide an answer wholly noncommittal, even if it was for Matteo's benefit alone. What could would it do the Frenchmen to know that Cesare was always his, no matter the timeline they were in.

He was grateful, truly, for Dorian's interruption, the young fae's voice alone seemed to draw Matteo from the dark web of thoughts that Alexander had long since learned he was incapable of truly penetrating. That quick insistence from the fae was little more then a lie, though Alexander said little of it as Matteo placed the photo back onto the mantleplace. Instead, the Macedonian suggested...strongly...that perhaps it was better to wait to tell Cesare of their temporary return. Dorian nodded in agreement, they fae eying his father quizzically even as Matteo made his request for alcohol to drown those sorrows within.A silent flick of Dorian's wrist was all that was necessary to prompt the servants into activity. Though it was the red hue of Matteo's gaze that was of far greater interest to the Greek Monarch. Those visions flashed quickly before the Frenchman's eyes, that power waning as quickly as it had come to leave those vibrant silver irises - ones filled anew with worry. That ancient greek upon Matteo's lips, however, only caused Alexander's head to shake ever so slightly. Returning home was...not an easy task...and not one he knew how to accelerate. The very utterance of it only seemed to deepen the distress within the already unrraveling fae.

A soft breath left Alexander's lips as Matteo downed the drink he was given with impressive speed, the very rapidness had hardly gone unnoticed by the group at large - even Sebastian seemed to raise his brow! That soft query from his grandson drew Alexander's gaze, a small frown tugged at the corner of his lips as he glanced towards the Frenchman at his side, Matteo was already refilling his glass with a idle tap of his fingertips. His head shook ever so slightly to the side in a silent answer, now surely not the time to discuss with his grandon why Matteo seemed so...affected by the knowledge of his brother's existence. Dorian's attempt to coax his father to slow his indulgence in the liquor was met with little more then a pointed glance. Though Alexander had no intention of mentioning Cesare's death in their world...it was...necessary that they answered at least some of the undoubtably growing list of questions filling the Italian Monarch's mind. Alexander took distinct care as he insisted that Matteo was...fine...more or less. It was that explanation of who they were, however, that left him far more uncertain of just how the fae might handle such a seemingly unbelievable truth.

He was quick to bid Dorian to consider those very oddities the fae had surely already noticed - from Clarissa to Cesare...hell, to even those curiosities of Dorian's personality that they should have anticipated, were they from this world. What he didn't expect, however, was just how quickly Dorian grasped exactly what Alexander was suggesting. His brows rose in clear surprise just as Matteo choked upon his drink. While his grandson was hardly...unintelligent by any means, the fae usually required far more...explanation to fully grasp those more modern or difficult concepts then the Italian in front of them. How...good those years outside of that cursed palace seemed to have been for Dorian! He listened to the dubiousness within Matteo's voice at his son's ease of comprehension and yet...the lengths the fae had gone to..for them were so blatantly clear. His brows furrowed ever so slightly as the oceanic hue of his irises briefly met Matteo's own. Dorian understood...didn't he? That they had to return to their own world? They couldn't...stay.

While such thoughts lingered so potently upon Alexander's mind, Sebastian was far more invested in his own involvement in this...decidedly unusual family. That simper upon Matteo's lips as the Frenchman's gaze turned towards him prompted a hint of weariness within the Englishman - though he was hardly prepared for the announcement that the pair were married! Given what he knew of their fate, however, perhaps Sebastian shouldn't have been and yet...both of them were presently otherwise...engaged. And then of course there was the matter of Matteo being his...father-in-law. "Oh." Sebastian uttered, realizing what he had done not even an hour prior and yet the vampire had little regrets, the very memory of the taste of Matteo caused his tongue to slide across his bottom lip, even as his gaze shifted instead towards the man he'd apparently taken as his own...in another lifetime. How aware Sebastian was to the weight of those enigmatic silver irises upon him, that momentary appraisal hardly went unnoticed though it was short lived before a distinctly warm simper crossed Dorian's features. The Italian lit prompted a soft chuckle upon Sebastian's lips before his brow rose ever so slightly. "I suspect the other men who have warmed your bed would pale in comparison, your Majesty." He commented, the Incubus never once faltering when it came to his own self confidence. Besides, surely it wouldn't hurt to indulge, a little, in his own interest. His wife was prone to chasing her own fancies now and again, their marriage hardly monogamous, even if they pretended otherwise.

It was unfortunate, for Sebastian, at least, that Dorian's attention was instead pulled away by his father. The fae had, belatedly, realized that far more were invested in their disappearance then just the fae's son. It was the very mention of Dorian's mother that garnered the immediate attention of both Alexander and Matteo in turn - the fae near standing up abruptly in surprise. How Alexander could see the desperation within those silver eyes as Matteo turned near helplessly towards him. Though the Macedonian had known this world might hold some...differences from their own, he hadn't anticipated something quite to...this magnitude. The King was aware of Dorian's gaze upon him as he slowly nodded, that subtle glance of reassurance one he was quick to offer. How much he knew seeing Isabella again might mean to his son....these three days surely worth it even if it meant a return to that deep dejection when they left this world. Still, that hesitance seemed to persist for a moment longer within Dorian's voice before the fae insisted he had some businesses that required his attention first.

How blatantly obvious it was, in those moments, to his own hand in Dorian's upbringing in this world. The fae before them the epitome of both of their clear tutelage. An almost guilty look crossed the Macedonian's features at Dorian's very mention of all he had seemingly taught the boy, both fae turning deliberately towards him. "That...does sound like something I would say." Alexander admitted to Matteo, even if it was hardly necessary. After all, the Frenchman had surely been subjected to the same education over the years. Still...how...different Dorian seemed to so stand at the head of his armies, rather then the one they knew that shrank away from direct...physical confrontation! Alexander rose from his own position upon the sofa, the Hunter had little intention to allow Dorian to indulge in such a war alone, even before Matteo followed suit with the request to join him. A near exasperated sound left Alexander's lips at the Monarch's gentle jest, his arms crossing over his chest in a clearly unimpressed gesture and yet...how curious he was of how they had died! What creature had finally, finally, managed to best him?!

Sebastian, on the other hand, was far more focused upon the present moment. The Englishman had risen from his seat, as was expected of him given his own position. The crystalline blue of his gaze turned attentively towards the approaching Monarch, the vampire so entirely aware of the fae's very proximity. It was, however, that very mention of having him that caused Sebastian's brow to rise, ever just so. "For tea." He repeated, a grin so tugging at the corner of his features. "I would be delighted to, Your Majesty." With ease Sebastian fell into step beside his fated love, the pair heading towards the door as Dorian picked up that line of questioning of England that had otherwise been interrupted. Alexander's head shook ever so slightly as he watched the two go, "Even in another lifetime they're still in a world of their own." He commented softly, glancing over at Matteo as the fae downed the rest of his drink. A soft breath left his lips and yet, at Matteo's inquiry, his shoulders merely lifted in a vague shrug. "I taught him how to be a proper King, apparently." He answered, only to reach out and pluck the tumbler from the fae's fingertips. "That's enough Matteo, you don't want to smell of liquor when you see Isabella again, do you?" The Macedonian inquired with a raised brow. He placed the tumbler on the table beside the sofa, only to gesture towards the hallway Dorian had disappeared down, "Let's go, the sooner we deal with this...shipping issue, the sooner you can see her."