Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

It was, after so many hours spent travelling, a distinct pleasure to sink into the comfort of the sofa and too- to relish in the warmth that fireplace seemed to spread about that aged and yet no less marvellous home. There was too- a distinct intimacy of sorts in so being allowed to see a place the Fae King was assured was a distinctly personal place to his lover, one the vampire so evidently kept sheltered from the world at large just as he himself so often concealed much of those more fragile, or childhood moments and treasured places from the world at large. The older one became, Dorian so believed, the less the world itself meant at large and yet the more those truly treasured things seemed to grow in meaning with each passing century. This home, he was sure, one of those treasured things to his lover and one he in turn was more than willing to embrace. It was peaceful, if nothing else, the distinct tranquillity of that warm room and crackling fire hardly lost upon him. His exhausted form relishing it entirely and yet perhaps not near so much as he relished the being beneath him now, that hand that interwove within the locks of his dark hair teasing that simper into place and yet stirring too at that ever-present thread of want that seemed capable of awakening at the barest look from his companion at the best of times. Ah, but Sebastian was right, he was relentless!

His own lips pressed against the bottom jaw of the vampire in chaste yet almost sweet kiss, his form relaxing entirely against the other man despite the distinct newness of this situation as a whole. To think he might be so allowed to.....lounge on a couch in this fashion! Sebastian's servants so unobtrusively having retired to their own quarters else busied themselves with their evening meal, affording the pair those few moments of privacy and yet too, of perhaps further marvel to the king then that wholly relaxing atmosphere of Sebastian's family home was the very notion his servants- his family- seemed entirely unperturbed by that very distinct fact Sebastian had so chosen to bring home another man! It was a marvel to him, a fascination of the simple acceptance of it, one Dorian was assured they might not readily find at his own home and yet how glorious it was all at once. Dorian so having taken it upon himself in a fashion to appeal in some sense to Giles and his wife, along with the others, if only for the importance his consort placed upon them and that role they had perhaps so unknowingly seemed to assume in the vampires presence. The elder servants so appearing almost as parents, those family ties hardly unnoticed by the ever-observant Fae. His features frowning ever so slightly in consideration of it now before voicing those very observations to Sebastian himself, that huff of amusement parting his companion's lips seeing his own slate-hued gaze glance upwards.

He had not, truly, considered how long Sebastian had known that pair, the idea that he had known of them since Giles was but a child and his wife a young woman drawing a simper of sorts to his own lips. How curious immortality could be at times when they, so destined to remain the same, were afforded lifetime after lifetime to watch others grow. Dorian considering for the first time how truly long such a relationship surely was and indeed, for how much longer it was sure to continue. Sebastian admitting but a moment later that even he was aware of the way they looked upon him all the same even, if it had not been that surrogate family he had so intended to end up with. How odd it seemed to him and yet how pleasant all at once. Loss- in every sense, was simply and inevitably a part of immortality and yet despite that- Sebastian so seemed to have found something all the same. Such a realisation stirring readily within the aged Monarch. Such an emotion so curiously unknown to him until that moment. The Fae King, for the very first time, so considering that there might yet be something in this world he wanted. It was, almost on cue, that Sebastian's hand so brushed against his cheek, stirring him from his own thoughts to eye his companion, those softly uttered words stirring a grin almost beaming to his features. It was easy then to manoeuvre himself upright just so, lips finding Sebastian's own now, so pressing every bit of affection and adoration and love into that gesture. His words hardly above a murmur against his lover's lips.

"You are the most exquisite thing I have- and I have Italy."

The softest of chuckles hums within his throat as he steals but another kiss in that moment, voicing that desire he found within himself to be somehow....impressive to that small family Sebastian had gathered. In all his years Dorian never having held any desire to have another approve of him as he did perhaps, Giles and his wife, Sebastian's reassurance bringing that soft simper to his lips a final time. The vampire's words perhaps far more meaningful to the man then even he intended them. His words, this time, shifting so effortlessly to those French lyrics.

"Je voudrais faire partie de votre famille." (I would like to be part of your family.)

That he might, one day, find that which Sebastian had within that odd little group was oddly pleasing to him. After all, to be part of a family, in any fashion was truly and irrevocably meaningful. Dorian's gaze shifts briefly from the man to eye that window behind him, his features frowning suddenly once more, his thoughts shifting now to another matter entirely as he slid so effortlessly from his lovers lap to stand. Silver gaze turned back to his lover.

"Bastian? Might we go outside again for just one moment I.....I simply find myself curious of something."

He waited only so long as it took the vampire to rise once more, allowing Sebastian to lead the way back out that front door and to those steps they had been welcomed upon. Dorian pausing but a moment to allow Sebastian to fuss over that heavy coat, gloves and winter neck tie the vampire seemed utterly determined to force upon him, Dorian having given up any attempt to argue with the man as to why so much was required when Sebastian himself wore virtually nothing. It is only once he is deemed dressed that he shuts the door behind him with some degree of silence if only for the fear Giles wife might yet return to shoo them back inside. The man pausing briefly to do up his coat the rest of the way (because heaven knows Sebastian would do it if he didn't himself). It is only then that Dorian so makes his way down those steps with due care, stepping almost warily onto that snowy lawn, his very heart skipping a beat as he sunk within that snow before his features so blossomed with delight once more. How glorious! It is with no small measure of wonderment that the Fae King lowers one gloved hand to that snow, his finger gracing atop it experimentally before he removes that single glove, testing that snow now against his skin and hurriedly withdrawing it.

"Oh! It's cold."

Such a statement is delivered with no small amount of wonderment, Dorian clearly not having anticipated this as he crouches down once more, replacing that glove, this time to scoop a measure of that white, icy, powdery substance between both his hands. A chuckle almost childish finds its way to his lips before an entirely different characteristic of snow makes itself known, Dorian dropping it now. Eyeing his newly damp gloves.

"It's wet. What a perfectly odd thing this snow is."

Such words are more to himself then his companion, Dorians ever-present curiosity teasing at him now as he walks several more steps experimentally, that simper still upon his features, the man reaching to pick up another handful in clear delight.

"We do not have this in Naples. I have never seen this before. This is marvelous."