It was with delicate care that each piece of candy coated fruit was placed within his mouth, chewed with the same thoughtfulness that came only from decades to so ensure the stickiness of that caramel so avoided becoming embedded around those sharply pointed fangs. It was perhaps that simple act of eating real mortal food which managed to distract the vampire from the lingering contemplations of that perceived ailment he was utterly certain so had stuck his lover. He was hardly certain what such a malady might be - one that so afflicted Dorian's eyesight and yet was not present at all within the man's blood, at least, not that he could taste. He supposed it could be some such sickness that hid itself well enough that even his own sensitive tongue failed to pick up on the flavor. Still, what sort of peculiar virus affected the eyesight in such a way that it so caused others to appear luminescent in nature? Certainly not any he knew of but that hardly meant it didn't exist somewhere. The contemplation of such an affliction, however, caused the corner of the vampire's lips to so tilt downwards in the slightest of frowns as he so contemplated whether or not this prospect of glowing was dangerous enough to warrant any further inspection of his companion or if it could so be dismissed, even if he struggled to do so.


Sebastian was unaware, in some fashion, the way in which such concern had so begun to wiggle it's way ever so slightly into the far corners of his perfectly poised facial features, much less Dorian's own aptitude to see past that decorum of eternal placidity that had been so instilled within the nobleman. It was only the sound of the King's voice that drew the vampire's thoughts and, in turn, his eyes from the caramel apple and his internal fretting. The inquiry that so lingered upon Dorian's lips, however, only further sent the vampire into that realm of uneasy contemplation. After all, even he knew that decided care was somehow required when broaching such a topic as this. There were many things in Victorian life that simply were not spoken of, illnesses, it would seem, was surely one such topic. And yet, despite such concerns, it was perhaps his overwhelming adoration for the King at his side and those ingrained traditions that, regardless of their sexual orientation he was still expected to be, in some fashion or another, a provider, that eventually coaxed those words from the vampire's lips.


Still, it was in some effort of reassurance that caused the vampire to inform his lover exactly what he had deduced from that rather makeshift test of the blood that ran rampant through Dorian's veins - though weather such words were to reassure himself or the King still remained to be seen. After all, the prospect that Dorian might be sick was entirely distressing to the vampire. Although he knew well of the medical advances that had come with their day and age, there was still some of that old world worry that remembered well how easily they had all so died from something entirely insignificant. A simple cold could have healthy men in bed for weeks at a time, much less anything so unknown as this. And yet, despite such dreadful news, Sebastian was entirely taken back to so see that grin that so spilled across Dorian's lips in an entirely unconcerned fashion. His eyebrows knitted ever so slightly in a glimpse of confusion and yet, he hardly spoke a word further on the topic. Instead, his indigo gaze traveled downwards towards Dorian's hand as it so rested upon his own, things fingers so gingerly squeezing his in an effort to urge some measure of comfort. And yet, throughout such glimpses of consolation, Sebastian still found himself wondering why Dorian seemed as unperturbed as he was. Did this...happen often?


His attention remained so utterly steadfast upon his lover in those moments after, listening intently to those lyrics Dorian so offered him. Still, his head bobbed ever so slightly, willing to accept his own naivety in something such as this. The fae were a species that were altogether mysterious to him, after all. In all his travels, he had never before encountered one prior to his residence in this city. Who was he to question Dorian's utmost assurance of his own species? Surely if anyone knew their capabilities it was Dorian himself. "I believe you." He uttered softly, admitting after a moment, "You are but the third of your kind I had ever met. I knew, of course, of your immortality but to what extent...I did not want to assume." The truth of the matter was hardly hidden within those lyrics, the vampire entirely assured Dorian was capable of reading between those lines. Sebastian feared to assume that sick sickness could not touch the King at his side if only for how utterly distressing it would have been if he should so be wrong. Thankfully, however, such was not the case and yet that still left the mystery of what it was that had so afflicted his lover in the darkness of that maze.


In truth, it perturbed him all the same that Sebastian too failed to see the same glow that Dorian had and yet, it was perhaps a relief that this was hardly the first time the King had been afflicted with such a sight if only for the possibility that perhaps he knew what to do with it to so mend it. Still, the vampire's eyebrows furrowed once again as Dorian so reached out to him in an effort to explain this conundrum. He allowed himself to be led through the hallways of the castle and towards the quieter parts of those courtyards before Dorian's hand dropped away from his own. His lips pressed together ever so slightly as he watched his lover with eyes trained upon the gravel floor beneath them so wander in a entirely purposeless fashion, at least, so it appeared anyways. He could hardly deny that growing look of concern that graced his features as he merely stood there, hands in pockets whilst he simply watched his lover before him, already contemplating perhaps how terrible of an idea it was to so expose Dorian to Halloween.


It was, however, the King's outreached hand with a flower so folded between his fingertips that saw Sebastian pull his own hands out of his pockets, cupping them only so Dorian might place that flower within his grasp. His gaze shifted from the fauna to the King and back again. It was Dorian's reassurance that he thought all was well that so brought a dubious glimpse about the vampire's features and yet, he remained silent, patient as Dorian so strove to show him whatever it was he was determined to do so. He watched that look of intense consideration upon Dorian's features, just as he too observed the King's fingers brushing against the petals of the flower in his hand and yet, as those moments slowly passed without any remarkable occurrence, Sebastian himself found that concern too only growing. "Dorian, I -" He uttered, those words cut off short by a flutter of color in the periphery of his gaze, one that saw his eyes fall back towards the crushed flower within his hands. He watched with some measure of cautious inquisitiveness as that glossom so seemed to glow, those petals somehow finding life in that simple moment, as pristine as they had surely been before they had met their untimely death thanks to the festival goers. For a moment, Sebastian so studied that flower, twirling it within his fingertips as Dorian uttered of his newfound affinity, one that...well, at least it explained that glow...sort of. Still, Sebastian found himself nodding ever so slightly, his own mind already busied with the contemplations of such a discovery. Sebastian, as a whole, often lacked that eternal thirst for knowledge that so afflicted his lover but he was, never the less, entirely intelligent when something so truly caught his interest. Dorian, for example, in every facet so managed to coax some measure of that thirst to so solve this puzzle, even if it was mostly for his own benefit. "I don't...think it is botany..." He uttered softly, looking up at his lover. "If it was, I would assume that it would be the corn that glowed - not the man." There must be something the two had in common - the man and indeed this flower though what, Sebastian wasn't entirely sure of yet. Still, perhaps there was no better place than this to so attempt to discern such a thing?


He slowly stepped back towards the periphery of the castle, his indigo gaze brushing over the crowd that so sprawled out before them. "There is something we're missing, I think." He mused softly, gesturing his lover to his side with a flick of his wrist. "Can you do it again? Without touch? Whatever you did to feel that flower to make it glow? Maybe only some things glow, maybe not, but there has to be a connection here that we arn't seeing....yet" Their sample size was too small and yet, this was a prime opportunity to so increase it dramatically, depending upon entirely Dorian's capabilities and how far such a newfound affinity could so stretch.

Sebastian Ellington