He had not anticipated the gentle reach of the other man's hand or that brush of fingertips against his own cheek, his efforts to reassure Sebastian so seeming to have resulted in the vampire reassuring him in turn as a simper pulls softly into place in response. It was a decidedly rare thing indeed for the Fae to speak of his past in even the vaguest of fashions. Very few, if any, knew the truth of it. Even Samantha had never been offered the entirety of his story if only because some part of Dorian was distinctly determined to forget it in as much as such a thing could be deemed wholly possible. He was very near envious of the life Sebastian had lived in some sense of the word. Even bound to the darkness as he was he retained the freedom to travel anywhere at will whereas his own existence, after the first twenty or so years of his life, had been entirely fixated to a single place, a single building and in some fashion locked within a single moment in time that he was only just now truly beginning to discover the extent of. How many days had he missed? How many world events had gone unnoticed? It is utterly beyond his mind to consider all he has surely lost and yet perhaps this is a perk of immortality in the least- there was time to amend it. Now free of that which had previously bound him there was a veritable eternity to be spent discovering what had been once so unobtainable to him. Sebastian, in more ways than one, had been the very start of his realisation of just what he had missed in all these years. His lover having shown him a plethora of 'firsts' already and indeed, when this inevitably ceased to be, Sebastian would have, most assuredly, carved a rather significant place within his memory. The vampires words perhaps far more precious to Dorian then he truly cared to admit.

"Don't we already?"

He responded lightly, a simper of amusement tracing his lips once more, assured that each and every evening he had spent with Sebastian so far was truly remarkable one way or another- Dorian regretting not a single moment in time he had spent with the other man. Not even this one. It takes several more explosions of coloured light within the sky before Dorian allows that tense hold to his form to lessen enough to perhaps appreciate that which exists above him. His form at last beginning to relax against Sebastian's own, the Fae taking perhaps far more confidence from the vampires subtle touch then he truly realized. After all, if his companion was unafraid, then why should he be any less? The vampires assurance that they were, indeed, far further away than they appeared is an entirely difficult concept for the King to understand and yet in this knowledge the man simply accepts what he is told, the likelihood of being harmed in any fashion by these fireworks seemingly distinctly less than he had initially believed. The softly uttered words of his companion, this promise in a way, to protect him- sees the last of the nervousness begin to release its hold upon him. There was a perfect contentment in those words, Dorian perhaps, desiring them to be entirely true if only for the notion that Sebastian would surely continue to be within his presence for a few more nights still in order to uphold such a thing. His response as honest as he has ever been in those moments. He had spent his entire life being protected by one being or another. Nursemaids, tutors, guards, the very army of Naples itself and yet, somehow, Sebastian's words meant more even if they surely shouldn't have.

He allows himself, at last, to lay back entirely within the grass, his side still pressed firmly against the man's own as the silver of his gaze returns in full to the firework display above. A genuine intrigue, at last, seeming to settle upon him as he his gaze follows one light after the other. Such colours and patterns! The lights seeming to suddenly increase in their ferocity before one truly large, final explosion sees the Fae's eyes widen in surprise once more. Such a splendid show indeed! A grin finding its way to his lips once more before Sebastian's mention of Tuscany seems to draw his attention in full. This, at last, a place he knew well.

"Ah, but I have been to Tuscany, many times. Once, for I believe it is not still so, it was the home of the Medici family, they were powerful in their time. My Father tried to marry me off to a lesser Medici daughter once- she was not to my liking. I never married."

It had so happened that not a single one of the women his Father had presented to him had ever been to his liking and yet to some extent Dorian had remained utterly content to merely spite his Father with his continued rejection of them. It was perhaps, an unusual line of conversation and yet such things within Dorian's time and surely Sebastian's too, as the discussion of family and politics and marriage, were the very bulk of nearly every conversation. It has not escaped the notice of the Fairy that the majority of people were beginning to leave the park once more and yet for now at least Dorian found himself ill-inclined to move from his place within the grass- head turned towards Sebastian's own at the man's words. The faint smile that touched his lips failing to hold any true pleasure behind it.

"I know. The thought of how much frightens me at times."

It was an admittance he had made to no one, until now, Samantha too young to surely understand it and indeed outside of the Fae girl he held none close enough to offer such words. Sebastian alone perhaps the only being whom might understand, at least to an extent, what it was to be caught within a world so distinctly different to the one they had known. Dorian moves abruptly to sit upward, light brunette locks tousled by the grass as his slate-hued gaze momentarily surveys the park- finding it almost distinctly empty now before he readjusts his own position. This time resting his head back against Sebastian's chest before stretching his legs straight out in front of him upon the grass once more until the pair make a 'T' shape of sorts. This notion of an Aquarium seeing him frown ever so slightly.

"Aquarium? No, I do not even know this word. What is an Aquarium?"

His ever-present curiosity has already gotten the better of him, head tilted upward to meet the vampires gaze, one hand resting within the grass, fingers plucking at the blades almost absentmindedly. His thoughts readily considering the prospect of this Aquarium before his gaze turns upward.

"Bastien, are you aware they have changed even the sky on me? I do not remember these stars at all."

His free hand gestures abruptly upwards to the blanket of stars above, truly noticeable now in the absence of the fireworks. Dorian perhaps, not entirely aware that the constellations over Italy were not quite the same as those over this city. Astronomy in his time after all, had not been nearly so advanced.

Dorian Aragona