Lost sight of the man in the mirror
Following a heart of a sinner
Even Aiden could not deny how utterly fascinating the intricacies of those moving vehicles were. They were a modern wonder to behold - with each piece so carefully placed, cared for, and maintained to bring those supercars he adored rumbling to life. It was his very love for all those sports cars came to represent for him that had provoked the man to become engrossed in every minuscule detail he was taught. In a world so otherwise filled with darkness, they had become one of the few escapes he'd ever had. Nevertheless, it was his sibling's mention of their father, however, that prompted a twitch to his lips. "Matteo couldn't figure out how to change his own damn oil if he had to." He responded with a roll to his eyes. Although their father had made every effort to foster his boyish love of vehicles, he had long come to suspect that the Frenchman failed to find the same delight in them that Tetradore did. Nevertheless, Tetradore let that inquiry of how he'd learned about those cars simply fall to the wayside. This was hardly the sort of trip he wished to taint with the dismal particulars of his own life. He was oblivious, however, of the sheer number of those seemingly enigmatic considerations that crossed the mind of his sibling as those silver eyes so stared up at him with a palpable sense of awe. He'd never had anyone look at him quite like that before. Tetradore was used to those looks of horror, of hated and fear and pity...but never awe. It was almost unsettling to the Alpha, enough so that he leaned back within his seat to purposefully change the topic of conversation to the golden hue Dorian loved so greatly.
It was clear, at that moment, that his sibling had little idea of just the ways in which those vehicles could be customized - from the drastic shifts in color to the light they were capable of emitting, Tetradore was sure he could acquire something of the precious hue that would surely delight the fae Monarch. The very thought that those motorcycles might make Dorian's siblings jealous however, prompted a glimpse of understanding from the Were-King. Frequently, Aiden himself fell prey to those petty emotions - if only because they tended to be the only sort of victories he was ever capable of claiming for himself. If Dorian desired that bicycle so greatly, even after those thousands of years in which his siblings had been deceased, Tetradore almost felt it his job to acquire such a motorcycle for the man. It seemed like the sort of thing good brothers did, wasn't it? His offhanded comment that the motorcycle would undoubtedly look splendid within the grandeur of the marble entranceway seemed to prompt yet another gleeful grin from the fae's features - the King seemingly the very personification of joy, even at the admittance that the crown upon his head surely stopped him from relishing in that bike as much as he would like. Such thoughts of motorcycles and engines, however, was soon replaced with a topic that Aiden was, perhaps, equally as passionate about - food. Specifically, breakfast. Admittedly, despite the particularly early hour, the Were-King had already begun to feel the terribly familiar gnawing of hunger within his stomach - one he had been willing to ignore, thus far.
With the slightest wave of Dorian's hand, dishes began to pour out of the closed-off staff section, those plates near filling the table between them with pancakes, eggs, sausages, hashbrowns and all manners of other delectable items. The very scent of it was all but intoxicating and yet, that coffee was by far the most appealing. He had only just reached for the clear, double insulated mug when a young woman paused in front of him with an unfolded napkin in her hands. For a moment, his vibrant-hued gaze turned towards her in an almost baffled manner - the two merely left staring at one another as if waiting for some reaction from the other before Dorian intervened. His brother's explanation that she merely wished to place that napkin within his lap, however, prompted little more than a glimpse of suspicion from the man. How he...disliked those feminine hands even in the vicinity of his groin and yet, a distinctly logical part of him was well aware of just how unlikely it was for the fae to make any action akin to his own vampiric mistress. It was with a disgruntled sigh and a roll of his eyes that Tetradore leaned back within his seat enough to allow the maid to drape the cloth over him, only to scurry away and back into the staff section of the plane. The incident, however, was one that was quickly forgotten as Tetradore began to fill his plate with those breakfast goods. He was hardly aware of how...atypical his capabilities of eating were until Dorian mentioned the very similarities he had with Matteo. Unlike the Frenchman, however, Tetradore at least had an excuse - one that was muttered with distinctly few words.
The very idea of his high metabolism and the feline that rested just beneath the surface of his skin seemed to wholly enrapture his sibling as Dorian considered how he very species might affect his ever-pressing need for calories. Admittedly, Dorian seemed to consider the intricacies of it far more than Tetradore himself ever had. Even now, the Were-King did little more than shrug as the Italian Monarch declared that it was entirely sensible. The pancakes, after all, looked far more delicious than any concerns of how much he ate or his figure or any such nonsense. Aiden had already begun to pile his plate with the food in front of him when Dorian suddenly announced that he was pleased they were alone - if only to discuss matters of far greater importance. The very thought of these 'critical' questions prompted an almost wary glance to his features. After all, Tetradore's own past a veritable minefield with things he frequently preferred not to discuss or strove to suppress in some unhealthy measure of coping. He hadn't the slightest notion of what Matteo had told Dorian, that worry already beginning to set in before the fae inquired after his favorite color. Oh, thank god. That very relief he had, however, was decidedly short-lived as Dorian inquired after a significant other, woman or man. Those pancakes upon his fork were all but forgotten as Dorian continued to insist that both the fae and his husband had noticed his apparent attractiveness - a fact that Tetradore was relatively ignorant of. That almost blank stare only seemed to persist as Dorian insisted that he'd do well if he ever considered....changing sides, as it were. The thought of intimacy, to begin with, was enough to make him recoil and yet, to even consider.....doing it.....with another man was.....apparently too great for him to even truly contemplate as those pancakes fell with a sloppy thud back into the pile of sticky, sweet syrup on his plate.
The very sound of those now lost pancakes drew his gaze downward, momentarily interrupting those thoughts that had begun to cloud his mind. His baritone voice was almost abrupt as he finally answered that favorite season, the man far more invested in stabbing those fallen pieces of pancake with his fork. His insistence that he was not with anyone, however, seemed to be far more critical for his newfound sibling. After all, it was that alone that was seemingly worth commenting on. His brother's declaration that each of them had a soul mate, however, prompted little more than a grunt from Tetradore in response. What good would it do him, anyways, if he did find his 'soul mate'. His involvement in her life would surely end as disastrous as it did with every soul he touched. No - it was far better for his 'soul mate' to find another to occupy herself with, whomever she was. Nevertheless, his emerald irises fluttered upwards to eye the warm simper upon the fae's features. How genuinely delighted Dorian seemed when he wished him such luck within his love life! And yet Tetradore was far more keen to shove another bite of pancake into his mouth instead. Thankfully, the rest of breakfast continued without incident, the plane slowly descending into the Italian airspace quite in time with breakfast's end. Tetradore's gaze was all too quick to return to the window as they flew over Naples and towards a solitary hanger. The sheer crowd awaiting upon the tarmac was near baffling to him, though, he supposed such was the consequence of the level of fame Dorian had somehow amassed.
Slowly, the feline stretched out within his seat as the staff around them hurried to their tasks, the man all but inclined to take his time when so many lingered just beyond the safe walls of the aircraft. Dorian, however, seemed entirely aware of his own hesitation, the fae insisting that he was more than capable of just ignoring the reporters - those cameras apparently failing in the darkness of the tunnel around them. His eyebrow rose, however, at the very mention of Matteo and the clear forethought the fae had to his ever-present concerns. The last thing he wanted was for Risque to see him with the Italian King - lest Dorian too came under the same curse of all those he truly cared for. "Thanks." He responded simply, abandoning his backpack within his seat as he pulled himself to his feet. Aiden trailed behind his sibling, the Alpha still slightly taken aback by the bowing that followed within Dorian's wake. He said little of it, however, as the pair meandered down that carpet lined tunnel and towards the sleek black town car at the very end. Tetradore's eyebrows furrowed at the flurry of muted flashes that took place behind a screen at the far end of that hanger, and, in turn, he was quick to follow his sibling into the darkness of the luxury sedan. He hardly offered a word to their driver as he settled within the seat behind his brother. The smoothness of the town car was almost...disappointing, really, when compared to the speeds Tetradore himself tended to prefer. It was, however, the presence of the police that baffled him the most - their flashing lights rarely meant good things for the often rebellious Were-King and yet....now they seemed to be offering some sort of escort? "Do they always do that?" He inquired, nodding ahead towards the lights that still bounced off the dark tint of those windows as the drove past the paparazzi. Was this another perk that came with being a King? If it could even really be called a 'perk' at all...
Slowly, Tetradore tore his gaze from those flashing lights at Dorian's insistence to show him Italy in those days ahead. Already the Were-King was well aware of the striking differences between Italy and those few places he had visited. At the slight gesture of his sibling's hand, the vibrancy of his emerald irises turned towards the elaborate, pointed cathedrals that lined the city - looming over them in their architectural wonder. Dorian's insistence that they were all churches caused his head to tilt ever so slightly in a glimpse of inquisitiveness. "Why do you have so....many of them?" Did not one church do? Or did Italy simply have so many faithful churchgoers that so many were required? Really, why the country seemed so dedicated to their religion was yet another challenging point for the Alpha. God had done no good for him and yet, the very thought of it subconsciously brought his fingers to trace the beaded rosary that forever hung around his neck. He eyed each of those buildings Dorian gesture to as they passed - the palace itself proving awe-inspiring, those gardens alone capturing Tetradore's gaze as they sprawled out for what seemed like miles in the bright sunshine. The drive to the Lamborghini factory hardly took long. The very sight of the bull emblazed on the building's exterior prompted a rare simper to Aiden's features. He had been, admittedly, looking forward to this. Their ebony town car slowly to a halt in front of the factory, a large crowd clearly awaiting them as the driver rushed from their vehicle and towards the back door of the car.
Aiden followed Dorian out of the vehicle, the Were-King altogether silent as two men stepped forward to greet them with that same bow that Dorian was afforded everywhere he went. It was that announcement, however, that drew Tetradore's gaze, his own eyebrow rose ever so slightly at that title of 'Lord' before his own name. Your lordship, huh? Interesting. His attention shifted, however, at the presentation of Lamborghini's CEO. Dorian's very declaration that Aiden had one of those sports cars seemed to immediately earn him the attention of Stefano himself - that news apparently as thrilling as Dorian's own desire to see those vehicles for himself! Aiden fell into step with his sibling as they were gestured towards the main part of the factory, his gaze shifting only at that inquiry after his own vehicle. "A 2015 Aventador S." He answered promptly, purposefully choosing not to mention the stolen Diamante that sat relatively undriven in the depths of the Ark. Any further thoughts of that vehicle, however, were quickly forgotten as they entered the first of those warehouses - those sportscars all but quickly enrapturing Tetradore as he stared with parted lips at the rows and rows of Lamborghinis. That small gesture from Stefano was all he needed to approach those breathtaking vehicles, his gaze sweeping over those old marvels - the Miura, the Countach, the Diablo.....all of them were here! His fingers gingerly ran over their hoods with an almost lover's caress as he made his way down the line - the Alpha pausing in front of a lime green Superleggera.
The utterance of his own name, however, drew his gaze towards his sibling as he eyed that mischevious look from Dorian. It was the King's declaration that he had changed his mind that prompted a snort from the Alpha as he shook his head ever so slightly. "I could have told you that." The Hispanic retorted wryly. Slowly, Tetradore moved further down that line of vehicles, the man listening all the while to Stefano's sudden offer to give Dorian a car. That choice, after all, was one he would surely judge his sibling critically on. His gaze shifted from the Centenario he stood in front of - briefly meeting the silver hue of Dorian's own irises. The last thing he expected, however, was for Dorian to offer that gift, instead, to him. A clear glimpse of surprise crossed the Were-King's features as Stefano so quickly extended that very offer to Tetradore himself. God, if only his morals allowed him to take advantage of such a thing! The cars they surely had here! He glanced back at the Centenario in front of him, considering those options before him before he shook his head ever so slightly. He was going to regret this later - he was sure. "Just because you can't drive a lambo doesn't mean you can't enjoy the ride of one. You could use a Urus....hm....or an Estoque...." His voice trailed off as his gaze skirted down the line of cars in search for that concept vehicle in question, only to stop abruptly as his gaze fell upon a vehicle that most certainly was not that luxury Sedan. "Dorian, come look at this," Tetradore called out, gesturing the fae King to his side as his gaze remained stationary on the bright red vehicle in front of him. "This is a Veneno....they only made nine of them." He informed the fae Monarch as he slowly maneuvered around the car. "They based them off the Aventador but redesigned it to be like a racing car. Isn't it magnificent?"