Sebastian Ellington

Cause i've been dancing with shadows
waiting till the morning after

It wasn't often, truly, that the Englishman saw fit to think back upon that evening he could recall with such perfect clarity, not to mention the nights that had come afterwards, when he was alone without the faintest idea of what he was except for that gnawing hunger that could not be quenched. Those nights were surely some of his darkest - memories spoken in no true detail to any living soul. They were his sins to bear, his lives to mourn and even with the precise location of his death, Sebastian remained altogether mute on any of the details surrounding such. After all, such a grisly, grim story was hardly fit for the best of nights, certainly not so for one as breathtaking, beautiful and altogether wonderful as this one. Rather, he glossed over those years as he so often did with but vague generalizations, choosing not to linger too long on any single detail lest his thoughts plummet to those dark spaces and his voice waver. The silence that filled that small capsule as it moved was nearly deafening for the Englishman, his blue eyes shifting only to find those silver irises so staring back at him. He watched as Dorian stepped closer towards him, his body brushing against the vampire's side as those soft Italian words so filled that quietude that surrounded them. That soft gratitude, however, was brushed off with a simple wave of his wrist. His death, after all, was relatively meaningless, he knew well. It had happened nearly two centuries ago and lingering upon it hardly made a difference, nor did Dorian's newfound knowledge of where it had occurred.

He was all too content to turn his attention instead towards the fae King's lingering inquiries of the Monarch Sebastian 'served', if it could so be called that. Her continued aging and lack of involvement within the government at large seemed to be a topic of certain intrigue for his lover, one in which the Englishman was vastly more willing to engage him on. That comment of the Queen's age and that inevitable one of her son saw his head shake ever so slightly. "Prince Charles, her eldest, just turned sixty, I believe. But Prince William is only thirty or so. Still young enough to be given the crown and live out his years as King. I've heard rumors Prince William's wife is expecting." The affairs of the royal were, of always, of great interest to the people of England, even if Sebastian himself hardly relished in the gossip that surrounded the royal family, with his own family line's frequent ties to the crown in the past, it was at least a requirement the Baron remained at least somewhat aware of their affairs and whom that crown might so fall to next, if it might in the first place. After all, he still remembered the day that queen was coronated, she had remained upon that throne for longer than any of her predecessors. To be truthful, the vampire was particularly fond of her and her longevity.

That talk of the Queen, however, was nearly all but forgotten upon Dorian's insistence that, despite his status as a merely adequate learner, he had acquired the knowledge of one thing in particularly in which he so wished to showcase. That brush of the King's lips against his own was wholly distracting, so awarding the Italian fae the entirety of his attention, that simple brush of affection so chasing away any lingering hint of sorrow his own death might have drudged up within his eternally worried mind. He was, perhaps, a touch too willing to throw himself entirely in that ardent kiss, abandoning even that greatly desired hot chocolate in favor of the taste of Dorian's lips and yet, that moment was still far too fleeting for the vampire's preference. He could hardly help the pout that crossed his lips when he discovered but moment's later that such a show of adoration was but a ploy to rid him of his hot chocolate, that exclamation of Dorian's pilfering clearly met with but a small shrug. And here he thought Dorian loved him! A soft huff left his lips, even if he didn't wholly mourn the loss of that warm beverage.

Rather, Sebastian followed the fae King as he made his way back towards that bench, settling at Dorian's side to so allow the man to utilize him as a pillow in return for that hot chocolate he so delicately nursed. That idle inquiry, however, certainly served to pique the man's interest. He had wondered, naturally, what had so possessed Dorian to leave that country he governed. That vague description he had once been afforded so long ago had hardly been enough to sedate that curiosity and yet, even after he shifted to a more comfortable position, the vampire was hardly well prepared for the tale that began to fall from his lover's lips. He had, quite naturally, heard of that Spanish Inquisition, that period in time in which catholicism had been far more brutal than their so called loving God would have even allowed. Their sins were offered penance from the Pope himself and yet, many of the crimes committed had been so heinous that the religion itself often looked back with little desire to speak of such a period. And yet, that Dorian so regretted that simple thing in which his family had done so brought a small wrinkle to the vampire's eyebrow. His lips pressed together ever so slightly, though he remained altogether silent on his thoughts, instead only listening as his lover continued to speak of one incident in particular.

The actions of his lover's sibling was, hardly surprising, to say the least, though he had to admit that he was somewhat...relieved to discover that Dorian was vastly too horrified by what had been done to those people to partake in any fashion. He was all too aware of that hint of somberness that so afflicted his lover's tone, and yet, Dorian seemed keen to hurry beyond it much in the same fashion Sebastian himself often did when he knew he was wavering. His head tilted ever so inquisitively to the side at the notion of this witch so entombing the entirety of the royal family to those palace halls. He had known, to some degree, that Dorian had been confined to his castle for the majority of his life, though truly how long and under what circumstances had been all but a mystery till now. His own thoughts were entirely taken by this tale, allowing that silence to linger as the fae King paused before those lips parted to so finish that very story and explain, in full how he had wound up within that budding metropolis in which Sebastian had so found him.

The vampire's blue eyes met those silver irises of his lover's, that glimpse upon Dorian's features was far more telling then perhaps the King might have realized, so prompting a soft simper to grace his own. His head shook ever so slightly, innately knowing that which Dorian so feared (though truly to guess was hardly difficult when the monarch himself had so admitted his regrets). "I suspect, in truth, there was little you could have done, Ma Bichette." He commented with a small shrug to his shoulders, "Do you truly think your men would have listened to you over your brother? Or your father?" Sebastian's head shook from side to side, knowing well that authority that so would have skipped over them both in times such as these. And yet, in truth, it was hardly this which Sebastian's thoughts so lingered on as he leaned back against his hands, "Does the Italian Prime Minister even know you exist? Do you know you have a Prime Minister running your country? Does Italy even know it's missing it's King right now?" He inquired, entirely unable to help the stream of questions that left his lips. After all, he could hardly help the desire to know exactly what they were walking into when they returned to Italy. It was one thing to surprise the country with returning with a Consort, but to also surprise it with 'hello, I'm your King', was something else entirely.

Although he still had quite the plethora of questions, like the semantics of not being able to open a window and having only a finite amount of air for five hundred years and still somehow surviving, there was perhaps one thought entirely that so struck him above all the others. "These...Dark Hunters...were they aware of who you are? Have you seen them again?" After all, Dorian's safety had always been the utmost of his priority and he had no intention of losing his lover to them.