Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

It is not without some measure of diligent seriousness that Dorian so attempted to explain just how he had come to understand his own affinity and the manner in which it worked. His words were chosen with a distinct care, the man pausing several times to assure Sebastian had not become lost, else distracted by some other nuance of his ability before continuing on. It is only once he reaches that mention of just where said life had been so stolen from that he hurries more readily through his words least Sebastian be afforded to much time to protest just this. Dorian moving with swiftness to assure him that, in this case at least, borrowing that life from him would hardly matter. At least, provided he did not give the vampire to much or the entirety off it. The Fae King unwilling to test just how much of his own life force he could give away after he had begun to feel those ill effects and exhaustion that so often followed. That soft sigh and too- that silence that seemed to follow in the wake of it readily sees the man's gaze rest upon his lover still, silver eyes so watching as he continued to cut at that pear with a silent diligence that had just begun to see worry creep into his own form once more in the assurance that Sebastian might surely berate him for having not told him outright just where that life had come from. If the vampire did indeed have any irritation with him for so literally offering him his own life then Dorian was assured such an emotion came from care all the same and truly there was something so very endearing in just that.

There is a relief of sorts, just the same, at the acceptance that so laced his lovers words and yet the Fae King had hardly anticipated the man might have conditions by which he sought Dorian abide! A soft simper tugs softly at his features all the same even despite the seriousness of this moment. The Monarch finding that he was, in truth, hardly surprised by this request. Sebastian so often inclined to think of others I a fashion even Dorian himself was not- though whether this was merely a fault in his own character else the result of his upbringing he hardly knew and yet how glorious it was in one sense to so call a creature so inclined to care perhaps- his very own. Sebastian would argue with him surely on just these idle wonderings, make some argument about his vampiric ways and that which he took to survive. Dorian hardly doubting the man had been the death of more then he cared to count and yet what he had become, surely, was more important then what he had once been. How curious it was to find a warmth of sorts so afflict his chest at such a request, Dorian frowning but slightly in the confusion of just this emotion, the King taken but a moment longer to so note he was, so unquestioningly, attracted to Sebastian's very nature as a being. His head nodding softly a moment later.

"I promise you I will honour that request."

And he would. Entirely so. After all, with the sheer amount of grass that existed in the world he held truly little doubt he might be able to take from that alone without any need to reach for the humans or Were's or Witches or any other non-immortal species or animals that existed. That Sebastian was not opposed to so allowing him to create that life for him again was pleasing in itself, Dorian content enough to allow that conversation to shift to but a truly more surprising topic as he was so handed yet another slice of that truly exquisite pear. Ah, but it was delightful! His lips pulled into a grin once more, the Fae man so rarely given to eat that, when he did, he was so often surprised to find how much had changed in even the foods he himself had enjoyed. Dorian entirely content to continue eating- this time leaning forward of his own accord to pluck that slice his lover had clearly intended for himself from the vampires fingers, one eye lifting in an unspoken challenge of sorts before he slipped his third piece between his own lips. After all, was not Sebastian always requesting he ate after every occasion he had so taken from him? Dorian assured he is merely meeting those rules once more. Even if it so involved his pilfering. This mention of his boyhood friend so seeing his mind leave that fruit for now, querying as to just how Sebastian had known that name at all. The idea that Leonardo may well have gone on to become an artist so famed, more so then even Dorian himself readily sees a scoff of sorts pass his lips, one Dorian is quick to attempt to cover if only for the knowledge it was hardly gentlemanly to display any sense of egotism and yet that splendid silver gaze eyes his lover almost warily now.

"You mean to tell me, Bastian, that much of the world knows his name? That he became so famous as that with his terrible paintings?!"

There is little save for genuine shock within his words, Dorian so attempting to comprehend this very notion! How he had so told the man no one should like a painting for a person without eyebrows and that, glorious as he had believed his inventions to be that so many would scorn them as they had done within their boyhood and yet, somehow, Leonardo had persisted it would seem. The Fae King paused to ask further upon this supposed Mona Lisa, Sebastian assuring him but a moment later that she was, indeed, lacking eyebrows as so seemed to be Leonardo's most signature look as it had been in boyhood. Sebastian's near boyish amusement in this hardly missed, Dorian so incapable of keeping even that faint simper from his lips if only in response to Sebastian alone so delighting in his own shock. Yet it is that very mention of Leonardo in turn that so seems to result in that all-too delicate shift within his own mood, Dorian so forced in that moment to consider that which he had long since ceased to think off. Even after all these years it bothered him still, the man so surprised to find a rawness all the same to those emotions he had believed no longer existed, a sigh so parting his lips before he, at last, so offered but some of his own concerns to his lover. Providing Sebastian with but a glimpse of insight into what had been- once, so very long ago. The vampires efforts to assure him that it was surely not so entirely his own doing seeing that simper of sorts return. Head nodded softly a moment.

"It was partly my Father's doing, of that I am sure. He was a difficult man, though I think fathers are inclined to be as such. Even so, Leonardo was charged with a crime he did not commit. I should like to think he might have stayed were it not for that and yet I am assured my Father so chose to make his continued existence in the palace near impossible. It was, how you say, inappropriate in that time for two men to be seen to be to close. My Father thought Leonardo and I too close."

Sebastian, he was assured, would so understand this very thing and the way society had, for so long it seemed, so viewed any true affection between those of the same gender- Dorian seeing no need to elaborate upon what he knew readily the vampire would know off. How different things might have been had he truly been in love with Leonardo and had so gone with the man as he had desired he do all those years ago. How his life would have changed! Had not Matteo so predicted it? His thoughts are pulled from perhaps these more despairing of memories at Sebastian's words once more. Dorian so listening intently to that which Sebastian knew of his companion before at last allowing a smile to find his lips. It was pleasing in some sense to so hear that Leonardo, in the least, had gone on to become something, someone, that perhaps, maybe, he had found something akin to love with one of his students. How Dorian hoped he had been happy. How he hoped the man truly had found love. A soft chuckle stirring within his lips at last, Dorian so seeming to brighten now.

"They line up? Ah, but I must see this! It would bring him great pleasure to say I was wrong all these years. Perhaps, one day, you might show to me this Mona Lisa?"

There is a distinct amusement to his words now, Dorian so seeming to find a ready pleasure in this knowledge that his Leonardo had become the very thing he desired to be in life. In that knowledge, despite it all, he was assured he could be content even if a part within himself was so inclined, always, to remain assured it was his own fault the man had left. Yet it is but one final memory, a pleasant one, he so chooses to share with Sebastian now.

"My Mother acquired another companion for me once, another boy she thought Leonardo and I might take too in the hopes perhaps, that I might be able to have two friends instead of one. He was much younger than either Leonardo or myself though. We had worked for days on a grand map of the palace, sketching each door and window and do you know, this new boy scribbled all over it with charcoal! How we disliked him! An art prodigy they said, ha! I have no idea what became of him either- Michelangelo."

His own head shook slightly, dismissing those memories, displeased to find none of that pear remained. Dorian glancing at those other fruit trees in the hope there might be more.

"I shall cease to bore you with my tales now though, Mon Cher. Perhaps you might tell me instead why it was you wished to see this orangery today, of all the places you might have chosen. Did you simply wish to feel the heat?"