The very effort his brother made to assuage those concerns he had over the hour was hardly unappreciated. Aiden quick to wave off the notion that he was in any way put out by the time and that, really, cats were largely nocturnal as it was. How very true such a thing and yet, Dorian had so hardly considered that secondary species of sorts that so existed within his sibling. The Fae King momentarily content to consider that very notion. Dorian so finding himself very near awash with a plethora of question about that panther Aiden so claimed to be. Perhaps later, when it was not quote so early and his companion had at least finished his hot chocolate he might query the man on those facets of Were-society and existence he found nothing short of fascinating. Aiden's assurance that he would, one day, surely get to see that panther a promise the Monarch had not forgotten. His curiosity for such a thing nothing short of intense. For now however he merely allowed that nod of agreement before attempting to put aside the veritable faux-pas he had committed in rousing Aiden this early as it was. That query of the days schedule prompting nothing short of a sigh from his lips. Dorian leaning further back into that plush, comfortable chair. Her very busy that day promised to be and yet how very much he desired otherwise! It would be nothing short of splendid, he was sure, to spend the day painting or gardening. The Fae King pausing to inquire after his siblings own gardening skills then. After all, Aiden surely had some sort of hobby didn't he? His brothers gaze was drawn away from the window then and back to himself. Aiden insisting the ark had truly little by way of gardens- or even dirt. Dorian frowning ever to slightly at that realisation.
"You know, your quite right and yet I never really considered that. Gardening would be a decidedly difficult past-time for you to pursue with any real vigor. I suppose you could buy potted plants and yet it really is not the same. I suppose, really, I just enjoy being surrounded by all the life."
How very much life itself so seemed to call to him. Dorian content to all but relish in that very sensation that gardens so provided him. That warm grin so finding his lips at even the mere thought. How unfortunate Aiden himself might lack the very earth to be able to find solace in such an activity in turn and yet.....Dorian quite suspected that his sibling was perhaps not exactly a gardening sort of person to begin with. Such thoughts, for now, were easily dismissed in favour of affording Aiden some knowledge of their schedule for the day. At least, as much of it as Dorian could remember offhand. The Monarch, despite himself, unable to prevent that glimpse of dissatisfaction that found his features all the same. How very nice it would be to do those things he wanted with his brother. Rather then drag him about all day to events neither of them, he suspected, were terribly interested in. Still, he supposed, it was his very job even if, sometimes, he quote wished he and Sebastian might be able to make their own decisions. Dorian inclined, on occasion, to find himself wishing they might just be....left alone. Even for a day.To not be told what to wear, what to say, how to look, where to go and indeed not to have an entire security team trailing about after them everywhere sounded nothing short of heavenly. Aiden's insistence that he surely deserved at least one day, every now and then, to spend on nothing but himself prompted that very simper to the Fae's lips. His head shaking softly.
"I wish it were that simple. People do...blame me for wanting that. If we cancel one event, if we are even a few minutes late to another, if I'm wearing something someone dislikes, if Sebastian looks even remotely hungry at any event it gets splashed across very newspaper and magazine in the country. I'm not allowed to make mistakes and sometimes that is very tiring. There is always so much expectation for so many different people I feel im pulled in a hundred different directions some days."
It was, perhaps, a terribly....frank discussion. Dorian so rarely sharing any off his frustrations with any outside Sebastian and yet, somehow, he so suspected Aiden understood. At least to a certain level. Perhaps his brother did not run a country but he still ran a pack and a business. He still had others who depended upon him, didn't he? Dorian, for now, content to wave off such thoughts all the same lest they find themselves so accosted by conversation less than pleasant. The Monarch nothing if not a product of his time when it came to such things. It was surely not appropriate to burdan his brother with his own trivial nonsense. Dorian instead content to speak of their Father. That ready grin returning easily to his features as he so mentioned that very conversation he had held with the elder Fae only some days prior on just what Aiden might enjoy doing. That curious text message he had received in turn so displayed to his brother now as Dorian held out that golden phone for Aiden to take. That snort that left his companions nose in response easily coaxed that chuckle from himself before Aiden moved to send his own message in turn. His brother so requesting to know how Dorian himself would inform their Father he was an ass. The Monarch momentarily blinking in clear surprise.
"I do not say the word ass. I have never said it to Matteo even if at times he is inclined to be...as such. Your not really going to say that are you? I mean that's so terribly....bold."
That surprise upon the Monarch's features had shifted into a look of near awe. How very daring Aiden was! How very....wild. Dorian inclined to find that prospect of sending such a text as terrifying as he did exciting! His head shaking every so slightly in near disbelief.
"You, I think, are the boldest person I have ever known outside of Matteo himself. I thought very much the same at thanksgiving. Your just so...unafraid to say what you think. I find it so strange and yet rather refreshing really. I find you a terribly exciting sort of person."
That soft chuckle so left his lips once more, that bright grin so readily returned. His hand waving loosely then as if his next words were no more than a passing thought even if, perhaps, that might well have meant far more to Aiden in turn.
"Yoru very like him, you know? Matteo that is. More than I suspect either of you realise, but it is very clear when you are both together. I noticed it almost right away at dinner that night. But, let me see, a test message. Oh! I perhaps have an idea."
Dorian paused once more in that consideration of how to word such a scandalous text message. The Fae glancing but briefly behind him to assure himself his husband had not, somehow, woken up to hear such things even if, he suspected, Sebastian quite thought Matteo deserved such a text. The vampires veritable fear of his Father in law would surely afflict him far to much to enjoy that texting moment. That bedroom at the back of the plane remaining quiet. Dorian so gesturing toward Aiden that he was ready then.
"Are you prepared to take a letter, Aiden? Dear Matteo, I should wish to inform you that I found your last text message to be an unsatisfactory display of your parenting skill. Your text has brought me nothing but discord and I find it inappropriate in the extreme to refer to my brother in such a fashion as the above. You are very unhelpful and I find you to be a....nuisance."
Dorian's head nodded in veritable affirmation then. The Monarch appearing momentarily proud of such a well-crafted letter. One that had been so bold as to refer to Matteo as a 'nuisance'! He had never before dared to do such a thing. Dorian assured it would shock the Frenchman terribly. That very look upon Aiden's own features suddenly prompting that frown to his own.
"What? What is wrong with that? I cannot possibly be any more wild than that Aiden, Im positively sweating as it is. What are you typing? Are you typing what I said? That seemed far to short...."
His own silver eyes narrowed near suspiciously upon his sibling then. Dorian so holding his hand out for the return of that phone once Aiden had finished if only so he might see exactly what his brother had sent on his behalf. Dorian querying Matteo's earlier instructions in turn. After all, he had so surely never heard of this Playing Station or whatever that other thing was that sounded like an intimate position. His sibling quick to inform him it was a gaming console before seeming to become quite irate about something called a FIFA. Understanding so suddenly seeming to dawn upon the Fae King s features.
"Oh! Like a board game? Like Monopoly? Or that terrible one Alexander and Matteo are always playing. Risk? They get so bloody violent about it. They ruined a persian rug in my parlour playing that a few weeks ago. Alexander told me the rug deserved it for having the audacity to call itself persian."
Dorian scowled readily at the memory then. The Monarch oblivious to how very...British he had sounded in that moment of discord. The Fae King having adopted several off his husbands traits it seemed. That very mention of Sebastian in the least so drawing his attention away from that concept of board games. Aiden insisting Matteo had made no mention of the vampire. That look of contemplation returned to his features then. Dorian's voice lowered then as if he feared his husband might well hear those words even if he was likely asleep by now.
"Sebastian seems convinced that Matteo tried to....steal his fangs. Yet he cannot seem to actually recall the event with any accuracy. Vampires do not dream so he cannot have dreamed it. He thinks Matteo came at him with a pair of pliers. Do you know anything about that?"
It seemed far more likely, Dorian was assured, that Matteo would tell Aiden of such crimes- perhaps even Alexander. Hmmm. Perhaps it was Alexander he would query next upon the matter when they returned home. Dorian's thoughts so interrupted by what he was rather assured was quite a sincere effort on his companions part to take an interest in his own hobbies. That warm simper returned to his lips again.
"Oh, I adore to paint everything! I have no one favourite thing I do not think. I merely paint what I feel like that day. Would you like to see?"
That ever-present white crayon was so easily fished from within the Monarch's pocket then. Dorian so leaning forward to use that little table between them as something of a canvas. The Italian Fae was nothing if not dutiful in that drawing. That very flower he crafted with each stroke of that crayon decidedly accurate, his fingers taping at those white lines to fill them with that glorious colour only a moment later before so leaning back to proudly display that work to his sibling. That flower was strikingly lifelike and yet- the Monarch was so hardly done yet. How easy it was to summon that affinity into its more potent form. Dorian reaching forward to veritably lift that flower from the table itself. That very drawing becoming decidedly real the moment it was lifted from its canvas. Dorian so proceeding to hand that very real flower to his companion then to examine. That bright grin upon his features still.
"What do you think?"