The Sun Also Rises

It was with a decided intrigue all the same that Dorian so allowed his gaze to lift upward to that ardent blue of his companions own in those moments in which the man attempted to offer him some explanation of Alexander Scriabin. Russia was at least a country he knew off, if only in name, yet much of what Sebastian mentioned was still lost upon him. 'Soviet' a decidedly new word along with any sort of 'scene' it might be involved in. For all his years upon that Italian throne, world politics had so eventually escaped him. With no ability to leave his castle, to visit other monarchs or kingdoms or see for himself the changes in the world at large all such things had slowly and steadily moved on without him, leaving Dorian within that metaphorical black hole and oblivious to so many of those world changing events. Though indeed within his darkest years and that time spent wholly disenchanted with the world he is not assured he would truly have cared all the same. It was only here and now, these past few months, in which the man had returned to any true state of life and curiosity and interest in the world once more. He would remember this 'Soviet' word if only to search for it in his history book later. For now his head merely nods in agreement to his lovers words, a part of him curious as to why Sebastian might chose such an obscure composer over his beloved Chopin and yet for now at least the Fae King hardly queries it.

It is the delicacy in which his Consort reaches for that piano, caressing that polished wood and ivory keys with something almost akin to affection that so draws his attention now- that soft utterance of what appeared to be the instruments name seeing one eye lift ever so slightly. Such a look holding no small hint of curiosity and yet indeed it was almost endearing that his lover might be befit of such a quirk as this! That soft huff that left Sebastian's lips was hardly missed, that boyish pout that followed so threatening to stir a chuckle from Dorians own lips before the vampire proceeded to explain with a distinct passion that the naming of pianos was evidently of importance. It is that sudden utterance of 'damp squibs' however that so seems to press upon that last delicate thread of the Monarch's control in this, the man struggling desperately now to withhold his amusement, that soft chuckle breaking free all the same at such a perfectly odd attempt at.....what Dorian can only presume was cussing. How curious these English were! How ridiculous their words! Dorian lifting one hand softly to cover his mouth in some further attempt to conceal it.

"I am sorry, love, I merely find these damp squibs a most amusing phrase. Timothy is a fine name for a piano."

He sought to reassure the man all the same, at last managing to swallow that amusement, his thoughts turned with curiosity towards this mention of yet another affinity his lover possessed- this one within the realm of music. That such music might prove capable of making him feel something unusual however was curious to him, Dorian hardly fool enough to ignore that warning he was provided all the same, the Fae so gesturing for the man to continue, assured if such playing somehow became distressing to him that he would merely have the vampire stop. After all, how terrible could such feelings be? He simply nods once more as Sebastian so prepares himself to play, his silver gaze watching his lovers fingers grace those ivory keys before those first delicate, intricate notes rung out. It was a deeper, richer sound then he had so anticipated, louder too when placed so close to that instrument and yet how remarkable it was to watch Sebastian's hands grace those keys with such a practiced ease- Dorian wholly captivated by that music and yet too by the manner in which his companion so effortlessly commanded it. Those first few quiet, pensive notes giving way to something swifter, Dorian almost assured he could feel that sound in a fashion. The man momentarily oblivious to how quickly Sebastian's affinity had woven itself around him, Dorian caught up within that excitement of those notes before they too softened and the Monarch found himself almost decidedly relaxed. Ah, such a pleasant sound it was! The Fae King assured it was almost peaceful, gaze focused still on Sebastian fingers with an almost lazy ease, his entire being wholly tranquil in those moments- oblivious to his companions gaze upon him if only to assure he was well.

"You are very good at this."

It is no more than the softest of utterances, Dorian becoming vaguely aware of something....more within those notes. That undeniable passion his lover so possessed for just this instrument bringing forth an utter wealth of emotion that was almost overwhelming in its embrace. It is only now that he so recalls his companions warning, Dorian understanding to at least some extent exactly what his companion had warned him off. There was so much....feeling in those notes, that peacefulness by far the strongest though other emotions lingered behind it, though whether it was Sebastian whom somehow withheld much of those from him or indeed his own awareness of that affinity that allowed him to keep himself from being overwhelmed remained to be seen, his silver gaze widening slightly at both the awe of such an affinity and yet too the skill his companion possessed in this. A soft simper finding its way to his features all the same. Dorian remaining entirely silent until it was Sebastian's fingers finally halted- his own voice soft now, for surely it was a moment for soft words alone.

"I understand why it was you told me of this affinity, it is very....powerful but I found it mostly pleasant, it was a lovely piece and you play it gloriously. You love this music very dearly don't you?"

That soft simper traces his lips once more, his gaze lifted to his lovers own, Dorian understanding now perhaps, why Sebastian had chosen just that piece of music. After all, how easy it might be to be overwhelmed by that affinity were Sebastian to become lost in something sorrowful or to which the vampire held distinctly emotive memories, this perhaps a safer piece and yet there is so little Dorian shies away from, indeed, as with all things, a part of the Fae remains almost determined to merely embrace this. His words thoughtful now.

"You shall have to be careful with such an affinity I think, for it might be quite potent I fear and yet you shan't ever learn to manage it if we do not practice it. If you would like, sometimes, perhaps you might play for me other things and we might learn more of it? For now though I think I might....have an idea of sorts I should like to try. I shall be back in one moment."

He rose easily from his place upon the bench, striding quietly from the room and out into the hall, Dorian returning but a moment later with large piece of white paper and a single white pastel. He seats himself upon that bench and beside his lover once more, placing that paper upon his knees that pigmented pastel held within his hands as his gaze rested upon Sebastian once more.

"Could you play it again please, Mon Cher? I have, of late, discovered a different affinity of my own and I think perhaps it might work well with yours."

He simply waits then, for Sebastian to begin that song again. Dorian waiting until he could feel that music once more before pressing his pastel to the paper, his own affinity rapidly embracing it, those white pigments manipulated into all manner of colours at his will alone. The Fae focused entirely on this task and that glorious music, content to embrace whatever emotion stirred within him until Sebastian finished once more. Dorian so at last turning to display that paper to the vampire. The once white sheet was a plethora of colour that interwove and embraced each other delicate shade, so much of it pale blues and pinks with faint touches of gold, a single, darker streak within the centre- such finesse impossible at any mortal or even immortal hand. Dorian's affinity alone allowing that interplay of light and shade that so exquisitely danced upon that paper in a picturesque display of his lovers music. Another soft simper upon his lips now.

"I do not know if this is my emotion placed into colour, or your own, perhaps it is both- but this I am sure is what your music looks like in my colours, it is light and peaceful and tranquil and there is something more, something richer underneath which is where that darker blue touch comes from I am sure. Yet it is not unpleasant, indeed I think it is one of the nicer things I have made. I think I could make some very lovely things with your music. Do you like it?"

Dorian Aragona