It is such a simple thing, these glass tanks filled with water and all manner of sea life and yet it is simply another modern invention that had so been denied to the Fae King in all those years he had spent behind the walls of his own palace. Had had, for so many centuries, seen nothing but those stone walls and marble floors. His home had been opulent in every way, his every need catered to and yet he had so simply fallen into that pattern of merely existing for the sake of it. Living and existing after all- are two so entirely different things. His life had become a routine that provided no true stimulation in any way, he had missed nearly every modern development or worldwide event. His existence had been frozen in a time he had been unable escape and indeed for a creature so inclined to curiosity as Dorian it had perhaps- been its own form torture. He had been denied these things, even so simple as this, as going out and as such the wonder he finds within it seems to eclipse all other thoughts in those moments in which it is so revealed to him. That same boldness that so afflicts him in all things is quick to permeate that momentary shock, Dorian finding his hand pressed gently upon the cool glass as he steps away from his companion if only to assure himself of it's existence and to better understand just how such a thing so wondrous was given to function. He had, within his own time, seen ornamental ponds and lakes, he had seen the most rudimentary of fish tanks in their early beginnings though such things had been kept almost entirely by alchemist's content to use the contents in whatever balm or tonic they had so been creating. Something upon this scale was very near mind blowing to him, the amount of creatures within it equally so. His gaze entirely unsure of where to look first before he finds that question uttered softly from his lips.

"Oh- I see."

Sebastian's assurance that they were not, in fact, beneath the ocean is both pleasing to his mind and yet desperately illusive all at once. After all, he had known they had entered a building and as such could surely not be beneath the water in any fashion- his mind content in the logic of his own thoughts and yet how the water had arrived here, let alone the creatures themselves was beyond him. Fish were caught with a line and pole, else with nets tossed from boats and yet surely a fish could not breath once it was removed from the water? How then could they be brought here? For now at least such questions remain contained within his own mind- his thoughts derailed entirely by the sight of an eel that so sees him summon his lover once more. The knowledge the vampire provides on the creature sees his own features frown, if only softly, contemplating this underwater snake of sorts before it disappears into the rocks below. His gaze is drawn readily by yet another school of fish, the man noting for perhaps the first time that even amongst the rocks and weed of the floor of the tank a myriad of creatures existed- ones so small else shy he had barely noticed them before. A simper of satisfaction so easily finding his lips at this realisation. There was, within even this single tank, a plethora of discoveries to be made- the very nature of the ancient Fae so easily captivated by such a gift as this! His gaze, for the first time, returned to the very man whom had given it to him. It is all-too easy to draw Sebastian against him and to afford him that single, gentle kiss- the temptation to linger decidedly potent and yet for once it is he who so finds that self-control to content himself in something so innocent. Dorian willing to admit his love for a gift so wholly captivating as this.

The single word Sebastian utters so sees Dorian's own silver gaze drawn upward- the sudden pause in the man's sentence hardly missed by the ever-astute Fae and yet the reasons behind it remained so entirely out of his knowledge. Such a pause would perhaps be near unremarkable if only for the notion that for as long as he had known the vampire- Sebastian had never yet faltered over a sentence. The faintest of frowns so finds Dorian's eternally youthful features before the man suddenly continues, that simper returned easily to his own lips as Sebastian's forehead so brushes his own. Yet- still the Fae finds himself incapable of so dispelling the notion that those words had not at all been what the vampire had originally intended to offer him. As to why he had so shifted his words however, Dorian holds little knowledge, the Fae King hardly daring to be so hopeful as to consider the truth of it and as such his own thoughts hardly linger long upon it.

"I intend to enjoy all of it."

He steps smoothly away from his lovers embrace, at least for now, the man beginning to make his way further along the hall and towards the myriad of other tanks that so seemed to encompass the space of the building. It is habit alone that so sees him fold his arms behind him, striding along as if he strides through the halls of his own palace once more- a manner of walking Samantha often saw fit to tease him for and yet with his mind so captivated as it was the Fae hardly found he cared. It is the sharks that so seem to find his interest next, the informational placard so informing him of the creatures ability to consume human beings when it so chose. Dorian assured, entirely, that he no longer possessed any desire to swim for fear it may lurk somewhere beneath the water. His exploration so readily takes him from one room to the next, the man assured Sebastian was never truly far behind. The vampire so effortlessly appearing beside him each time he so sought to draw the man's attention to one creature or another. Dorian taking well over an hour to so thoroughly explore each room available to him, the octopus alone the only creature he had expressed any true dislike for. Something in possession of so many limbs was, simply, unnatural to his mind.

It is only as he finds himself once more in the room they had begun within that Dorian is so reminded of the time itself- his gaze given to drift upward and towards that clock upon the wall. The lateness of the hour not truly lost upon him. Ah, how he had so come to loath the flow of time when once it had caused him so truly little concern! The Fae turns easily now, the blue coloured lights of the tanks that surrounded them casting a pattern upon the otherwise dark floor- Dorian noting for perhaps the first time the intimacy of such a setting. How too he might have enjoyed it, if not for the thoughts that so afflicted him now.

"Bastien?"

There is a notable softness to his tone, silver gaze meeting the pale blue of the other man's own, assuring he held the entirety of his companions attention now as he allowed his own form to lean back upon the tank behind him.

"Do you recall, earlier this evening, when it was so I told you I had another idea- one of a different sort?"

His ideas, after all, are so often given to focus upon that which they might achieve between the sheets, the Fae King's delight for experimentation in this area having so dominated a number of their evenings and indeed within such an area there remains, still, things he so desires to try. In this moment at least however- the single idea that so captivates his thoughts is, in some sense, perhaps more intimate still. An idea he has never before afforded to any other and as such there is a nervousness of sorts that seems to flutter within him.

"You said earlier I hardly need leave you when the sun should rise and yet I think perhaps, Mon Cheri, you did not anticipate my intention in this. I do not intend to merely linger about your home while you sleep, I intend, that is......if you are not opposed to it- to sleep beside you."

It is perhaps the boldest of the ideas he has ever yet suggested to the man. After all, it is, most distinctly, not that which lovers do. There is an intimacy to such a thing so vastly different and yet no less potent than that which is achieved through even a coupling itself- Dorian so painfully aware that he may well find himself rejected in this idea alone. It is the most vulnerable he has yet made himself in any regard to the emotion he conceals so well, exposing it now a truly difficult act. The man so inwardly cursing that nervous increase in the tempo of his heart he so knows the other can hear. What he should do if Sebastian rejected such an idea he hardly knew, the silver of his gaze searching the other man's features for any hint as to how such an idea might be received.

Dorian Aragona