all that is gold does not glitter
not all who wander are lost
How he is so very curious of what was in that very box Serafina had given him and it nearly prompted that question from the warlock before that large door had opened. Later, he would need some explaining just what lingered in the box considering the dark-haired woman seemed to content to leave him hanging, in more than one way. She would surely drive him to madness one day. She was his siren that would see to it that his ship and himself would meet that untimely demise. Perhaps it was better than dying at the hand of the demon that was determined to claim his due. That roguish warlock, despite appearing the womanizer he was, he would sell his own bones for love if he had to. Not that anyone would ever know this fact.
How Brennan could hardly contain that slight jealousy that entered him then, even though he had truly no grounds to be. She was not his after all. Announcing he had brought macaroons as a gift as if to deter that awkward fixation on the lovely dark haired witch at his side. At the very least it was amusing to watch that fairy king blush! It wasn't long before they made it to that table and spread. Dorian quick to ease that it was no trouble at all, that him and his Sebastian had tea like this weekly. What a strange thing to consider... and expensive.
The explanation to him of that copious array of forks before him had all but left the warlock baffled. "Why would one need so many? One or two seems sufficient does it not?" He looked at that cupcake with a near daunted expression. He was beginning to wonder if those gold flakes were real too. His expensive macaroons suddenly seemed... cheap. Yet the Irish warlock continued to insert his foot in his mouth. He near mumbled those words disconcertingly. But at the very least, he attempts to use the correct utensil. "So I use this one?" He raised it, waving the gold aka. the current bane of Brennan's existence, around slightly in front of him. At least willing to attempt to use the correct utensil, key word, attempt. He then plunges that dainty fork into the cupcake then, not willing to be defeated by a cupcake or a fork! He killed demons larger than his table, surely he could master eating a goddamn cupcake in the way of the fancy folk! If only he held the thing right... He brought a mouthful to his lips, triumphantly tasting the most exquisite cupcake he had ever tasted. How content he seemed with himself, offering a very sound that declared his victory that mirrored that sentiment, 'so there'.
Dorian so easily inquired on the relationship status of the duo, a touchy subject, at least for Brennan. If only he could explain to the king that this was the woman he had talked about before. Not his soulmate it would seem. Forever destined to be apart, even while he desired for her from afar. Like a pirate pining after long lost treasure, he pined for her. He wondered if such a feeling would dissipate with time. How even within that hell dimension, she perhaps was the reason why he had made it out alive in the first place. Brennan would forever be grateful to the woman at his side, even if it pained him to see her with another, a dark hunter no less. Brennan remained silent, allowing Serafina to answer that directed question herself, Brennan content to offer a glare to the cupcake before attempting another bite before the room's atmosphere seems to shift. Like a predator entered that room. It would seem Sebastian had entered the room and the warlock could hardly care for the way he ogled Serafina, the way both men blatantly stared. Not that he could blame them, she was surely the most gorgeous creature he had laid eyes on. Even still, it hardly helped the prickle of jealousy that seemed to overtake him then. Again with the jealousy, although he could hardly help it. A rough sigh escaped him, nearly dropping that fork.
That vampire seemed all too content to pass certain judgment, he could see it, the way he stalked and observed the warlock and the witch-like they could have very well been his tea. There was an air about him, one that clearly stated he did not want to be here. He truly seemed like the epitome of a royal, judgmental and that look of how-dare-you-enter-my-space. All while Dorian remained warm and inviting, even though he seemed almost uncomfortable. So different from the man he met in that bar. He wondered what had the king so on edge? Maybe it was that book? How Brennan could hardly consider that it was the witch at his side that was the cause of such... increasing unsurmountable tension in that room. How confident they would be just as happy to be around her as he was!
All of sudden, Serafina's kittenish voice reaches for Dorian's attention once more. Brennan knew that tone to her voice all too well, he turned his head to look at Serafina with a skeptical look. She looked entirely poised and at ease in that moment, her face flooded with interest. It was that mention of those gardens that made an almost confused took cross Brennan's features, how he hardly noticed those blooming flowers when his attention was wholly consumed by the beautiful Serafina. How little he cared about plants. There were very few things he did care about.. Whiskey, his boat, and Serafina. How very one-sided his mind had been, as it always seemed to be around her. His eyes trail to the vampire, almost skeptically before Dorian began yelling, causing the cup to rattle and spill. How enthusiastic of him, Brennan thought. He must have been very passionate about plants. How entirely unaware of Serafina and her wandering foot under the table. He rose a brow at Dorian's peculiar shift in mood. Perhaps this was how he normally was?
"Since when did you take an interest in gardening, Serafina? I thought you hated it, that's why you bought a townhouse." Perhaps he hardly knew that dark-haired witch as well as he thought. He took that now filled cup of dark tea, placing a sugar cube inside of it, deciding to that tea black. He brought it to his lips, his hands seemed far too large for those tiny cups. It a few mouthfuls he would need a refill. Why did everything fancy have to be.... So tiny???
It was Dorian's attention that found the warlock once more, mentioning that object of his desire. That book that hopefully had the answers he needed. "I am afraid, I am shit out of luck if that book doesn't have what I'm looking for. I've exhausted all the resources I possibly could. With Sera's help.. We've been able to make some progress... unfortunately not by much. It seems to a losing battle and these so-called specialists are either apes or unwilling to share their knowledge. " How much information did he want to offer? He decidedly trusted the fairy King, his instincts were rarely wrong when it came to judging people. A sigh escaped his lips as those Irish brogue lyrics escape him. "We recently.. temporarily.. uh sealed the portal I came through. Nasty demon creatures were slipping through it and hunting me down through the city. I have no idea how it didn't cause more mayhem than it did.. those creatures... weren't exactly... small." That roguish smile seemed to spread across his lips once more. There was something weary about him all the same.
There was something within Sebastian's pale blue eyes that that truly made the warlock feel uneasy. Which said quite a lot considering he has faced some of the most frightening beasts of hell. Beneath that gaze of that vampire's stare, he felt the need to make far more eye contact than usual, to be aware of that vampire's very body language. A vampire enjoying the taste of tea, now that truly sounded imposturous. Did they not prefer blood? Brennan had found himself avoiding the company of vampires, for the mere fact that they disturbed him. They were nothing more than an animated corpse and yet, the vampire before him seemed like so much more. Oh, how he was uncertain to find out, it nearly made him uncomfortable. How unlike the very confident warlock and yet, Brennan still sat within that seat without a single care in the world, the question that left Sebastian had sent the warlock's two-toned eyes drawing downward to where that mark seared his flesh, concealed by his coat. Cursed.. He supposed he was, even without this mark. "Aye, well, somewhat. I have been marked by a demon, until the debt is settled, it will remain. Along with the hellish creatures that have followed me back.. I was sent to hell you see, or some strange distant dimension that harbours demons and their creatures.." A sigh befell him.. "I am just trying to find a way out of this, preferably where I live to see another day, along with the citizen of Sacrosanct." Perhaps the Irish warlock could appear far nobler than he actually was by adding his care for those citizens.
Truthfully, he was trying to save his own hide, after all, he was thrust into a mess he hardly deserved. "I have promised your husband to keep any of this away from your doorstep." He then lifts the sleeve of his inner arm to show that angry red mark that marred his flesh. "It glows when the demon is near.." Those hushed accented words fall nearly ominously, as though by merely talking about him would have him summoned at any given moment. Merely looking at it made him uncomfortable so he was quick to push that sleeve back down. That same hand reached back upwards to his tie, attempting to loosen it slightly from his restrictive throat. He wanted nothing more than to take the bloody thing off.
God... he needed a drink.