you were the answer to my dreams

He thought he'd be used to it now, after all, he had left those bright city lights of his home country behind him so many times before that, surely, he would be numb to that sensation of heartache. And yet, even as they boarded that flight for Italy and all that promise of what was to come, Sebastian found his bright blue eyes still staring at the sparkling sea of color and brightness that was London. It was saddening to see it go, and even more so to leave behind both Elizabeth and Charles. In the past few months he had become accustomed to their presence, he'd become used to no longer merely living alone. It was funny how things had changed even in the span of a year - oh the effects his lover had upon his once solitary and decidedly vagabond lifestyle! It wasn't until the view of London left that window in favor of stark blackness that Sebastian settled back into those plush seats of their first class airline, his attention settled once more upon the tenseness of his lover's frame. He was more than content to simply remain there, at Dorian's side while the Italian King so regaled him with various facts of the large prehistoric creatures he had lately become so particularly obsessed with, though the vampire hardly complained. It was, after all, far better then that month he'd spent with his nose in Elizabeth's medical book.

They hardly spent long within the air before the pilot had announced their impending arrival within the heart of Naples. It was near instinct which drove his crystalline gaze out towards the window, so insisting his lover at least take a glimpse of his own country as the plane lowered in height. His efforts, however, were hardly successful in the slightest, Dorian's fear of that machinery was still apparently significant enough that those moments of landing were apparently best spent with his eyes squinted closed and his hands tightly gripping the arms of his seat. Thankfully, it was hardly long till the pair were back on solid ground once again and, in turn, Sebastian's own attention turned towards so navigating the complex layout of that international airport. He hardly noticed, at least, at first, the way in which his lover's eyes had so turned towards the window and the city scape that surrounded them. It wasn't until he heard the whispered lyrics of that softened voice that his eyes turned with brief inquisitiveness, glancing from the man, to the city, and back again. "I suppose it has..." He commented, a small frown crossing his lips in the process. He could scarcely imagine the Italy that rested within Dorian's memory, one that was so vastly different from the modern day equivalent. Still, there was a time and a place to acquaint the King with his own home and, for tonight, his goal was merely to ensure they were safely behind those palace walls before the sun rose in several hours time.

Hailing that Taxi was hardly difficult in the slightest, once the adequate amount of money had been flashed to so secure them a ride. He was hardly surprised the quizzical glance he was given upon so demanding they be taken to the Palace and yet, his insistence was enough to apparently coax the man to comply. He settled against that seat beside the King, watching the man with a glimpse of noteable affection as Dorian's own eyes stared at the world outside that window pane with wonder. How peculiar it must be for him, how....off putting, and yet, as always, he seemed to embrace this foreign world too was a ready excitement that Sebastian himself surely would not be capable of mustering were their roles reversed. It was , however, the sight of that magnificent palace against the backdrop of the cityscape that so caught the vampire's attention, a glimpse of amazement crossing his own features as they neared those gates to Dorian's home. He listened but half heartedly as their cab driver prattled on, his own blue eyes still captured by the magnificence of that splendor. It was but the curtness to his lover's done that drew his gaze and, in turn, his attention back to the situation at hand, the vampire moving after the King to step from that cab and, in turn to fetch their things from the trunk of the vehicle before the man was paid and, abruptly dismissed.

It was the simple sensation of the weight of Dorian's eyes upon him that so saw his gaze flicker towards his lover's in that silent moment, his eyebrow raising ever so slightly as that palace was so introduced to him as 'home'. For a moment, his gaze turned back towards that massive building so looming in the distance before his lips parted. "You know..." He started, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly, "You never told me you had a driveway this long." Sebastian commented in a particularly deadpanned voice, so attempting to tease his lover in a sense, particularly when he was well aware the emotions that so returning here must surely dredge up. That brush of Dorian's fingers against his own so pulled his gaze downwards before a soft simper fluttered across his features. He fell in step beside the fae King, allowing the monarch to take the lead in this in a way that he rarely did in the world beyond this palace. Sebastian's attention shifted questioningly as his lover abruptly stopped and yet, the vampire hardly anticipated for Dorian's hands to so reach for that delicate chain that hung around his neck, much less the coin it was attached too. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment as his boyfriend repositioned that token of affection to settle outside of his clothing, all the more aware that this simple gesture so defined him as Dorian's for all to see. It was entirely peculiar for the vampire, if only because he so often wore that cloak of enigmatic mystery. He was accustomed to being a one night stand, a concubine even. It had been so particularly long since someone had so brought him home quite like this. Sebastian hardly complained, however, instead merely nodding to the King before uttering softly, "As you wish, Ma Bichette." After all, if anyone was so allowed to claim him, surely it was Dorian's right alone.

He followed behind Dorian as the fae let the way towards those guards that had not once taken their eyes off of them since they'd arrived upon that drive. His own crystalline gaze swept over those outfits with a glimpse of inquisitiveness, altogether noting the decided age to their garments. The audible gasp that so left their lips was hardly ignored by the vampire and yet, knowing his lover was King of Italy and witnessing the fashion at which those guards so fell to their knees was something else entirely. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly, though scare a word left his lips. Those gates were opened before them but moment's later, the vampire's bags nearly demanded from him despite his insistence that he was capable of carrying them, all the same. He gave in, in the end, instead merely remaining at Dorian's side as they made that trek up the long walkway and through those manicured lawns towards that tall standing palace in the distance. His gaze drifted across the shrubbery and lawns with vague curiosity, the vampire content to simply taken in this newfound world he was plunged into. He watched as Emry broke away from them, rushing ahead to announce their arrival.

Sebastian paused in step with his lover, his bright blue eyes so settled upon the man as he felt the flutter of anxiety within the King's heart. He stepped closer towards Dorian in the fashion he so often did, his fingers tightening around his lover's in a gentle squeeze of reassurance. Those whispered words brought a small simper to his features, his head shaking ever so slightly before he uttered in response, "You need not fear, Dorian, for as long as I am alive - you will never be stuck behind these doors again." It was yet another promise he was so willing to provide his lover, one in which he knew well he was capable of fulfilling. The fae monarch was his and he had scare little notion of letting Dorian rot away due to some curse, not when he was capable enough to ensure it never came to that. He watched as Dorian's hand slowly extended to brush against that door, only for it to swing in without hesitation. His gaze shifted towards the man that stood in front of them, a small simper adorning his features. Those doors were thrown open, so providing the vampire with a view of that interior of court, he watched as those individuals shuffled through the entryway, his gaze shifting from the individuals and their awe to the glistening gold and polished marble that so towered over them. His blue eyes turned towards the ceiling, nearly finding himself lost in the sheer height of it all before Dorian's words so pulled him back to that moment. He glanced down the hallways before commenting ever so softly, entirely aware of that court that so surrounded them, "I think you have Buckingham beat, your majesty."

Sebastian Ellington