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That assuredness from the woman that it was impolite to speak of her in a foreign tongue momentarily saw the silver eyes of the Monarch return to her, the man assured that she was perhaps correct in that notion and yet to say out loud his fears that Sebastian may well find her blood to much of a temptation and bring her some sort of harm was surely every reason to keep those words between themselves- lest she become terrified. Women in a state of panic, from his experience, were rarely useful. The girl already moving to much as it was and so threatening to undo any efforts the pair had made to stabilise her. His own affinity continued to show him that soft light that existed about her. That glowing golden life force was hardly as bright and vibrant as it should have been and yet those shadows of death hardly clung to it either. The woman not about to die any time soon and yet her condition was worsening with each passing moment that her blood continued to pool onto the floor. Could she not be still!? Dorian attempting to console her with the promise of attending to her hair were she able to find it within herself to cease the aggravation of the wound. Even his own limited understanding of first aid aware that she was hindering herself.

His hands rested still on his lovers own, attempting to hold the vampires attention and afford the man an out of sorts should this situation prove too much for him. Sebastian was, by far, the most controlled of his species Dorian had ever truly known and yet he was unwilling to test the true extent of such control here and now. Dorian knowing well the guilt and grief it would surely afflict his Consort with were anything to happen to the witch let alone Dorian himself. The thought had barely crossed his mind when Sebastian's normally pleasant demeanour seemed to falter, his tone sharp and curt as he snapped at the woman. The Fae King aware so acutely now that his companion was struggling far more then he might well be letting on as Vhalla declared he was hurting her and attempted to move away all over again. A sigh readily fell from the Fae's lips. His own patience wearing thin even despite his genuinely affable nature. The strain of this situation beginning to show it seemed. Dorian reached for that damp towel then in some hope his efforts to clean her hair might distract her long enough to allow Sebastian to work, else for himself to take over from his boyfriend. The man no sooner having grasped that towel then the witch so suddenly ignited in a fury of flames.

Dorian barely had the chance to even acknowledge the existence of those flames that, surely, would have burned both his hands and arms were it not for the Fae King so suddenly being hauled off his very feet and to the far side of the room. He was assured he had been near airborne in that moment, the man left blinking in utter bewilderment as to how he had moved so quickly before those arms wrapped around him pressed all the closer. Sebastian clutching him to his chest in a wholly protective manner as something akin to a hiss spat furiously from the vampires lips. Sebastian baring his fangs in a predatory fashion Dorian had never seen upon the man at all. The Monarch almost taken aback at seeing such fierceness on his companion before his silver gaze returned to that smouldering witch whom seemed, by some miracle, unharmed. That towel the man had been holding had fallen across her legs and smothered some of those flames, saving at least that part of the couch though the rest was...rather ruined. His words a soft utterance to the man behind him alone.

"Thank you."

Sebastian's arms ever so slowly unfurled from around him, Dorian shifting but slightly, unwilling to approach the witch just yet lest she implode a second time. His silver gaze watching instead s those ribbons seemed to flare to life, Sebastian's own affinity for those threads attempting to bandage her wound. Dorian not entirely assure the very threads of fate were designed to be used as a first aid device and yet now was hardly the time to query it. Dorian holding his own power back for now as his Lover requested. He stepped but briefly away from Sebastian then, crossing the room once more to grasp a blanket from the back of another chair, tossing it lightly over the woman (from a short distance away, Dorian taking no chances) as Vhalla continued to mumble. He would give her a stern talking to in the morning. Dorian moved back to Sebastian then- just in time for the vampire to slump suddenly against him, the Fae glancing down at that sudden wetness at his own side. Sebastian's blood having seeped onto his own shirt from that newly opened wound. Whatever energy the vampire had left so having been expelled in those last few moments to command that magic. The sudden soft caress of his lovers tongue against his neck so confirming that hunger Dorian had already held concern for. This very situation perhaps, becoming inherently more dangerous now with Sebastian's ever increasing hunger, weakening power and the blood already spilled.

A brief glance was given to Vhalla once more, Dorian unsure as to whether she was awake, asleep, or still entirely delirious. The man deciding for a few minutes at least she would surely be safe before he moved to lift one hand, letting his fingers run through those dirty blonde locks of his companions hair, guiding him just slightly out of Vhalla's view and behind the wall that led to the stairs and bedrooms above. Affording them a small moment of privacy as he simply guided his lovers lips back to his neck. Dorian offering perhaps all he could offer in an effort to help this situation, readily giving Sebastian that moment to feed from him, to heal that wound and afford him that return of his control in the very least. He needed Sebastian tonight. The vampire of little use when he was so utterly spent as this. Dorian softly uttering those words of permission but a mere second later.

"It is alright Mon Cher, you can take from me. Go ahead."

dorian aragona