Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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

Sebastian was hardly oblivious in the slightest that he had gotten the better end of the deal when it came to that last name he now shared with his husband. That very lengthy surname was one he had written over and over and over again, the addition of Dorian's own was hardly a hindrance in comparison to what the Italian King had so willingly taken on. Surnames were important things for a man, particularly within their own day and age. It was the lasting legacy of their entire family, that very principal well ingrained within Sebastian. He had hardly thought he might ever again share that very thing with another individual and yet, he distinctly liked the sight of those initials on that page for that very reason. It was endearing, truly, that Dorian took such effort in the creation of his new signature, one that would adorn every piece of legislature and important document from now onwards. His bright blue eyes turned upwards towards the face of his lover, that soft simper crossed his features as he so teased the Monarch of his new full name and all that it entailed. He could hardly help that soft chuckle that fell from his lips at the assurance that those additional letters would take a full dayto perfect, much less that this alone was a byproduct of that adoration his husband felt for him, to take on such a project.

"It must be." He commented in a soft agreement, he leaned forward ever so slightly, his lips but gingerly brushing against the Monarch's own in a sweet display of affection. Even Sebastian, it seemed, was not immune to that marital bliss, his unwavering love for his husband was strong as ever. Even so, his crystalline gaze turned back towards that pamphlet, the vampire entirely inclined to reassure the Monarch that that signature was entirely fitting, only for Dorian to point out the very work he had done upon that letter that started Sebastian's own name. That 'S' was perhaps equally as perfect for the Englishman, the antlers that adorned it hailed to his own unofficial sigil of sorts and, in turn, Sebastian commented on that doodle instead becoming a real piece of work to hang within one of their numerous homes and equally as numerous offices. His fingers moved delicately over the sketch, unintentionally smudging it slightly in the process as he admired that letter.

Sebastian had hardly anticipated that shift in their conversation, from their own newly shared names to the rhyming of Matteo's own. Although the gossip of the Court was often dismissed with little care, Sebastian found himself intensely interested in any sort of clandestine knowledge of his father-in-law. The Frenchman so often had the air of omniscience that, quite frankly, the boyish part of him found glee in the discovery of something that was clearly a tender issue for the Ambassador - perhaps even a point of embarrassment. That sheer amusement that laced Dorian's own voice at the utterance of those middle names only spurred that chuckle upon Sebastian's lips. Frankly, he was hardly surprised that Matteo often chose to simply omit such names altogether with a name such as that! The fact that he had gone to such lengths to keep it hidden only furthered the intrigue. That grin lingered upon his features as Dorian announced his intentions to inquire after that name in a casual fashion. "You'll have to let me know what he says," Sebastian responded, particularly if Dorian inquired after it without his presence.

The vampire shifted onto his back, his gaze briefly turned towards the sky as the vampire basked within the warmth of the sun. It was that mention of 'painting' that drew his eyes towards his lover and yet, for perhaps the first time, Sebastian failed to jump at that opportunity to relish within the gloriousness of Dorian's flesh. Although he knew well the number of days left on the island, it was so rare that he felt the warmth of the sun that even the Prince was hesitant to leave it. He was sluggish to rise to a sitting position, the vampire entirely content to simply watch his husband as the fae approached the shore. There was a level of possessive protectiveness that still existed within him all the same, vampire or not, the Englishman eternally concerned for the welfare of his lover. It was those very anxieties that Dorian seemed to tug at, the very notion of the King drowning was enough to spur Sebastian into movement. He was hardly in a rush, all the same, as he stepped into the coolness of the water. It was hardly cold by any sense and yet, the sharp contrast from the warmth of the sand sent a shiver down his spine all the same as he moved deeper into its embrace.

His attention deviated from his task only at the sound of his lover's voice, his crystalline gaze turned upwards as he paused, the man unable to help that small shake of his head at Arlo's choice of the postcard. It was quite like his friend to make the effort to think of them enough to send a thank you note of sorts, only to fail to take into consideration the picture of their own palace or the purchase of such a postcard from the palace's gift shop. Still, it was the effort that counted, he supposed. It was surprising that Abigail had allowed him to post such a card, maybe she had not been present.....she certainly seemed more...socially adept. Even so, that snort of amusement certainly gave away his own thoughts on the matter, even as he splashed that water on himself. Still, like his own husband, Sebastian too found he quite liked the pair and truly, the man hoped the best for them all the same, even if he was unsure how Arlo had gone so long without making any such move with his girlfriend. Surely such a thing should be...natural? Still, he supposed if he was intending to be a semi-decent friend, perhaps he should....help. A little. Maybe just a nudge in the right direction.

That worry about Arlo's skills, however, caused the vampire to shake his head ever so slightly. "He seemed adept enough, maybe a little bit...taken aback but...I am sure she'd be fine in his care." On that, Sebastian was utterly certain and, in turn, the Englishman was more than willing to reassure his lover that Abigail's virginity would surely be taken...decently and not in some awful traumatizing experience of either too much forwardness or, equally, awful ignorance. At the very least, he seemed to take those surprises Sebastian had put him through in stride with just a small bit of wavering on the part of his performance, not that the vampire had been terribly attentive either during those moments of climax. That inquiry of just how he intended to assist, however, drew the vampire's thoughts from that night all those months ago. A small shrug crossed his shoulders and yet, that simper spread across his features readily enough to meet that same grin upon his rather perceptive husband's own. "As you say, I have some talent for that." He offered in an almost coy fashion.

Though he was certainly not above professing the truth of that affinity, nor his once liberal use of it with the fae Monarch himself, those fears that had once gripped him so strongly had somehow dissipated entirely over the past few weeks. The promise of an eternity, much less that very commitment before God, the government, and the entirety of the world itself had put the often worrying Englishman at ease. There was a sort of contentment now, an assuredness that what they had could not be so easily fractured by the past. This love was far more than that lust he had once commanded, it was a feeling crafted not from those pheromones, one he had let occur naturally even if soulmates too now fell within his domain. That married life, it seemed, suited Sebastian well, even if he had run from it for so very long. His own dedication to his sand-free form was momentarily interrupted, those bright blue eyes instead focused upon his husband as those very thoughts of love so fluttered through his mind, prompting a sort of distinct tenderness in his irises.

Such considerations, however, were interrupted by Dorian's own neverending curiosity, prompting a soft chuckle upon Sebastian's lips. "Maybe only a little. Now women often choose to engage in sex much later in life, Ma Biche. If she is from as remote of an area as she suggested, perhaps there were simply not many men she liked? Some places are unwelcoming to foreigners too or too welcoming." A small shrug crossed his shoulders again and yet, those variables were far too many for him to draw any concrete conclusions. "She didn't seem quite religious to me but I don't know her well either." Even despite his attempts to answer his lover's queries, his attention dutifully returned to that sand that was all but washed from his form. Sebastian gave himself a single, final look over only for his attention to turn upwards towards his lover. His arms were held out quite abruptly as he inquired if he was free enough to be deemed 'ready' for painting. He watched as Dorian's gaze fell critically upon him, with arms crossed over his own muscular chest. How he could feel the King's eyes creeping down his very physic and yet, Sebastian was nothing if not utterly patient when the desire struck him.

He hardly moved as Dorian closed the distance between them, the vampire eternally yearning for the very closeness to the King. It was that hand nestled behind his neck that finally prompted action from him. His lips eagerly met Dorian's own, his hands settled loosely upon his husband's waist. That very kiss was wholly tempting as it was, prompting ideas within his thoughts of having the Monarch upon that very beach, amongst the gentle rolling of the waves on the seashore - even if he had already promised painting. Still, there were several days left, perhaps once that first exploratory outdoors session was finished, he might coax the King into several other firsts while still on the privacy of the island. That kiss ended far before he was ready for it to, only for Dorian to move further downwards towards that ever-sensitive flesh of his neck. The feeling of the King's lips alone prompted a soft sound from his lips, only for Dorian to move further downwards still. His own hands moved tenderly up Dorian's figure as his lover's body moved further down to press his lips upon his shoulder, chest, and further down towards his abdomen.

He was, perhaps, equally as unprepared for Dorian's sudden pulling away, his mortal physique so attentive to those slight, fleeting touches. He watched as the King's thumb ran across his lips, only for that announcement of one singular piece of sand to wholly distract him from those thoughts of something far different. He rolled his eyes as his hand reached out for Dorian's own, letting the King lead them from the water and towards their cabin - if it could even truly be called that. Like Dorian, he too paused at the door, brushing any stray pieces of sand from his feet before stepping into the home. Those sunglasses were plucked from his face and placed upon the living room coffee table whilst Dorian busied himself with finding that kit. His attention turned towards his lover as the man returned, only to pass that very package to him. Sebastian opened the lid, pulling out the plastic canvas as he trailed after his husband. His head bobbed ever so slightly as the King chose that very spot and, in turn, the Prince saw to unfolding that protective covering only to spread it out upon the wooden floor.

It was hardly surprising, in any sense, the excitement that Dorian took in finding something that would be theirs alone. After all, Sebastian had, up to this point, hardly offered his lover any sort of first in exchange for all those he had taken. A warm simper crossed his features as he reached for that rolled up cotton canvas itself, it too was unfolded with a particular kind of care before placed in the very center of that plastic one. "I think I am." He responded in a teasing fashion, only to glance up at his lover from his position on the floor. "Though you can be quite intense." It was hardly a complaint in the slightest, merely a sort of mischievous reminder that, today, he was particularly...astute to the King's touches. That very affinity the man held was more than capable of undoing him in a matter of minutes when combined with Dorian's experienced caresses. Some level of restraint might actually be required from both, if that painting intended to be made. He reached for those very colors before handing them to the King. "I believe you must put the paint down first, mon artiste."