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How very tense the Fae King so found himself in those precarious moments in which he lay back upon the plush sheets of his and Sebastian's bed. That meeting and too- the conversation that had followed had been nothing short of a veritable disaster. Sebastian, he knew, would be...hurt by his rejection of his friend and yet Dorian could so hardly bring himself to see beyond what existed so clearly within the aura of the Hunter. William, despite his appearance, despite how highly Sebastian had spoken of him, was not....as he seemed. An aura did not lie. Whatever William had said so paled in comparison to the veritable stains that seemed to cling to the light of life that surrounded him. The Hunter was not sane. At least not entirely so- though weather Sebastian was aware of that madness Dorian hardly knew. It was however, a decidedly dangerous combination, was it not? A man who felt unrequited love and who did not hold full control of himself so hardly seemed the type to be given free access to their home- much less to the object of his affections. It was such emotions as that, blended with instability that so led to someone getting hurt. Yet still, perhaps.....he had been too hasty. Perhaps he had reacted far less out of what he had assured himself was sensibility and far more out of that far lesser and yet decidedly potent notion of jealousy. How terrible an affliction such a thing was! How readily Dorian had worked to prevent himself from ever succumbing to such things. He knew, after all- and had willingly accepted- that Sebastain needed to find those meals in other beings. That to achieve those meals from his victims willingly, Sebastian needed to be allowed to be, well, an incubus in every sense of the word. While remain true to their wedding vows. Perhaps he had allowed his own emotion to get the better of him, perhaps he had been both unfair and unjust and yet did he not make enough sacrifice already? To share Sebastian with countless others? Surely....within his own home, he might so be entitled to have his husband entirely to himself. Surely Sebastian saw how very inappropriate it was for his companion to remain in the home, didn't he?

A veritable groan left the Monarchs lips as Dorian's arm draped near dramatically over his face. As if this, somehow, might prevent the world itself from further pressing in upon him. How desperately he desired to simply speak with his husband! To tell him why he had made those decisions he had, to speak of those very emotions that turned within his own chest with discontent- even if Sebastian might yet prove to be cross with him. It was rare, in every sense, for the Monarch to force his authority as he had and yet how little Dorian could bring himself to regret it in any sense. The Fae King turned to glance toward the bedroom door once more in the veritable hope that Sebastian would soon stride through it and that William, for now, would be cast to the outskirts of the property. Safe from whatever hunted him and yet within a place far more suiting his...needs. That door however remained distinctly closed. The hallway across from it was equally silent. Perhaps Sebastian intended to walk William to the door himself? Dorian's silver gaze returned to the ceiling then. The Monarch so inclined to stare upward at it with no small amount of anxiety before a near colossal -crash- seemed to echo down that hall.

"Bastian?"

Dorian rose near instantly from the bed. His feet moved instinctively to carry him quickly across the room and through the bedroom door and back into the hallway. The sound of several more items crashing to the floor prompted Dorian to sprint forward and toward the open office door only for Alexander to sprint in ahead of him. How very assured he was he felt his own heart stop in that moment! The near sensation of dread that filled the Fae King utterly consuming.

"Sebastian!?"

Dorian had no sooner burst into his own office only for Aiden to suddenly step in front of him, the Monarch effectively prevented from reaching his husband in that moment as his mind nearly whirled to take in that scene before him. William, somehow, had been thrown agianst the far wall with enough force to dent that plaster as Alexander moved to apprehend him. Aiden stood before him, his brother blocking his own path, while Matteo lingered behind him and against the wall- his hands pressed to Sebastian's side. The blood that poured from that rapidly healing wound was enough to prompt Dorian to pause. The Monarch, in that moment, became utterly silent as his feature paled. His husband was...bleeding. He had been attacked. Someone had stabbed his Sebastian. Aiden's soft insistence that Sebastian would be fine so seemed to bring the world into focus once more. Those very words his sibling uttered were nothing if not meaningless to the Monarch as Dorian strove to get around his brother.

"Sebastian! Oh my god! Are you alright!? For heaven's sake Aiden, move!"

Aiden, however, seemed nothing if not determined to get in his way. Could his brother not see that his husband needed him? Aiden's arm extended suddenly, his sibling effortlessly catching him by the waist and moving him backwards. The exact opposite direction to which Dorian was assured he desired to move. Aiden's insistence that he stay 'fucking still' was met with an only more intesne flailing.

"Will you unhand me! I swear I will....I will shove you Aiden if you don't release me this moment!"

Dorian was nothing short of desperate to reach his husband. His threat to shove his sibling however so hardly seemed to sway the WerePanther. Dorian's gaze, suddenly, cut sharply towards William once more as Alexander made every effort to drag the Hunter out of the room. Aiden, in that moment, forced to hold Dorian back from William as the monarch seemed to fixate upon that more accessible target.

"You! You utter disgrace of a-"

Whatever else Dorian had so been about to utter was cut short by Matteo stepping away from the vampire with the soft insistence Aiden could let Dorian go. With William removed from that room the Monarch was left with only one target. Aiden, finally, chose that moment to step aside as Dorian all but rushed forward. The Fae king was content to throw his arms about his husband's waist them. Sebastian hugged near fiercely to him. Dorian so hardly cared for the blood that stained his lover's shirt or the way it leaked onto his own as he near buried his face agianst Sebastian's chest.

"I am so sorry Sebastian I.....didn't realise he would.....I....did not mean to....I..."

How utterly the Monarch's eloquence failed him in that moment. Dorian's silver gaze glanced upward then, his eyes near glassy from those tears that threatened to spill at any moment. His utter distress over Sebastian's injury so decidedly clear. It hardly mattered, after all, that Sebastian would hardly die from a wound so relatively minor to a vampire. Rather, the notion that he had been stabbed at all was more than Dorian was so willing to bear.

"I could see it in his aura, Bastian. I could see that he was not...sane. That he was prone to violence. He scared me. I could see too that he had very...intense feelings for you and I just...I feared for what he might do. I didn't mean for this to happen though. I meant only for him to leave so I could discuss with you those things I saw. I'm sorry. Are you alright?"

That near baffled look from Sebastian and Aiden in turn so prompted a momentary pause within the Monarch. Dorian, after all, had never yet mentioned that veritable gift for auras. Matteo so hardly seemed surprised and yet what existed within the world that his Father and Grandfather did not already know? Dorian sniffed softly, his gaze shifting briefly to Aiden before returning to Sebastian once more.

"I can see people's aura. It is like seeing into their soul. I can see who they are, what they feel and what their intentions are. It is why I reacted so...poorly to William."

The Hunter, after all, had an aura unlike any Dorian had ever seen. It had been so very...tainted- and yet still readable all the same. Indeed, there had only ever been one aura that had baffled him entirely. Dorian's gaze shifted but briefly to Aiden once more before returning to Sebastian entirely. Here and now was not the time to question Aiden on the veritable.....paradox that was his utterly baffling aura. That, by far, the most unique soul he had ever seen.

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