Lost sight of the man in the mirror
Following a heart of a sinner
The intense flashing of those red and blue lights captured the attention of the Were the very moment he settled within the darkened interior of Dorian's town car. Although he was hardly oblivious to the extent of luxury that continued to persist even here, he paid it distinctly less heed than he did the presence of the police. Admittedly, Tetradore had never been on the good side of the law. In his childhood, they had purposefully steered clear of any sort of government authority. Under Risque's care, they were his blatant enemy, a great many murdered beneath the sharpness of his claws. And now, as Alpha of Nightshade, a great deal were under his payroll to look the other way in light of his less than licit activities. He watched, inquisitively, as traffic seemed to part around them. Cars seemed to pull over and stop just for their benefit. Dorian, however, hardly seemed to even notice as the fae reached up to wave politely at the clear adoration of his people. It was, in a way, fascinating to observe how the fae seemed so loved - the very concept such a stark difference to the fear that Tetradore's presence tended to produce within others. The peculiarity of it all prompted an inquiry from the Alpha on whether those vehicles always accompanied the King, the Were nodding towards their direction as he spoke.
He listened in silence as Dorian strove to explain their very presence, the fae seemingly unconcerned of the prospect of his own plausible assassination. A small frown crossed the Alpha's features though he saw little reason to comment on it, a soft sound of acknowledgment the only response he gave as he leaned back upon the leather material of his seat. The silence between the pair hardly lasted long, however, as they traveled into the heart of the city, those sights all but dissipating any lingering thoughts of death and dismay. Tetradore's emerald irises traced the silhouette of the buildings Dorian pointed out, the numerous churches dotting the cityscape and lining the blocks. It baffled him, the number of religious establishments within Naples though his question of why so many existed only seemed to take Dorian back in turn. Aiden was altogether aware of that look of astonishment upon the fae's features as the Monarch considered that which he likely never had before. It seemed to take his sibling a moment to formulate a response before Dorian informed him of the sheer importance of religion to Italy. The fae's question on whether or not he was religious, however, prompted an almost instinctual reaction within the Were as his hand rose to the rosary around his neck. His fingers lightly toyed with those beads in a manner he'd come to take up, much like their father. Tetradore's shoulders lifted in an almost vague shrug. "I don't know...I guess?" He commented in a rather noncommittal fashion. God, after all, had never done him any favors. God hadn't saved him from his own personal version of hell. God had sat by and watched while a mere child experienced horrors untold.....God....hell, these days, Tetradore wasn't even sure there was a God.
Thankfully, any further discussion on Tetradore's rather questionable ideology was cut short by their very arrival at the factory. The words 'Lamborghini' were written across the side of the building in that distinctive script. Their very arrival and the procession that awaited them was enough to prompt the small beginning of a rare simper within the corner of Tetradore's lips. The town car rolled smoothly to a halt in front of the small congregation that awaited them, only for the passenger side door to be opened for the fae Monarch. Tetradore climbed out of the vehicle after his sibling, his attention altogether distracted by the courteous bows the pair were afforded as they passed. The CEO of Lamborghini himself, however, was quickly recognized by the Alpha as the man enthusiastically moved forward to greet them. Dorian's idle comment that he drove one of their vehicles seemed to greatly delight the man as Stefano inquired after which vehicle Tetradore held within his possession. The very comment of his beloved Aventador seemed to immediately provoke a hint of pride within Stefano, though frankly, Tetradore hardly faulted the man at all. Any word of appreciation the Were-King might have offered, however, was cut short by their entrance into the warehouse - the very number of those glorious luxury vehicles all but stole away the entirety of his attention.
His mouth parted in a rare glimpse of awe as Tetradore eyed the cars that were so neatly lined up just for their viewing pleasure. Already he could spot some of the older models he had only heard of in passing - ones that hardly resembled the gloriousness of what the brand had come to stand for. Aiden was all too quick to approach those vehicles, the man hardly requiring any sort of prompting to inspect those older and rarer vehicles out of sheer inquisitiveness. He hardly noticed the way Dorian's fingers seemed to reach out to stroke the smooth, vibrant surface of one of the newly released vehicles. Tetradore's emerald eyes fluttered upwards at the sound of that Italian accent. Dorian's admittance that he had been right prompted a soft snort from his nose before, in a roundabout way, he offered those four simple words - 'I told you so'. A small glimpse of surprise crossed Tetradore's features at Stefano's suggestion that Dorian might have any such vehicle he desired. The very offer was...more than generous though, perhaps it was merely another benefit to being a King. Silently, Aiden's attention remained steadfast upon his sibling, entirely attentive to the car Dorian might choose to join his fleet of ebony town cars. He hardly anticipated for the offer to instead be turned back upon himself. If only Dorian knew just what he was offering Aiden! The very cars the man knew were nestled within this room - cars that were such a rarity that they were considered collectibles ! It pained him to turn such a gift down though, wasn't this what siblings did? God, he was sure he would regret this later.
His head shook ever so slightly as Tetradore insisted that, even if Dorian couldn't drive, he could still enjoy the ride those sportscars had to offer. Effortlessly, Tetradore uttered the names of those vehicles that might suit Dorian's particular needs, the Were-King fully intending to find them for his sibling before he became distracted by something else altogether. The very sleekness of that vehicle was enough to provoke the Alpha to stop within his tracks. Immediately, he beckoned Dorian to his side as Tetradore approached the glorious red vehicle in front of him. He waited only as long as it took for Dorian to join him before he informed the fae that this was a very, very special vehicle. The single-digit number of those made only further contributed both to its rarity and it's uniqueness. Tetradore was hardly attentive, in the throws of his admiration, to how Stefano nodded along, clearly impressed with the Were's near fascination with the vehicles. His softly muttered insistence that the car was nothing short of magnificent was readily agreed to by his sibling - before the fae struggled with the very word he sought to describe the vehicle. The vibrancy of his gaze glanced up at the frown that tugged at Dorian's lips before that Spanish word prompted a soft sound of both recognition and agreement from the Hispanic. "Yeah, it is," Tetradore confirmed, the Alpha already beginning to walk around the vehicle if only to further inspect those smooth curves and distinctive features of the Lamborghini.
Aiden looked up from his examination of the vehicle at the sound of the car beeping from the press of the key fob, the head and tail lights flashing in an indication that it had been unlocked. Tetradore wandered towards the opened driver's side of the vehicle, the Were-King eying the interior expectantly. The inside was everything he'd come to expect of the Lamborghini name - from the carbon fiber dashboard to the racecar inspired displays. The sudden excitement from his sibling caused a soft chuckle upon the Alpha's lips as his eyes rolled. "Just...don't go touching everything, okay?" He commented as he glanced over at the fae King, watching as the royal all but climbed into the passenger seat as it was. Already he could imagine the very state of ridiculousness that poor vehicle would be put into if Dorian toyed with all of those switches that operated the headlights, windows, and windshield wipers.
The soft jingle of those keys caused Tetradore to glance up at Stefano. He hardly expected to find himself presented with the keys to the Venero. However, it was the notion of a private track that produced a true grin upon his features. Dorian's question on whether or not he could drive the car caused the man to snort, "Drive a Venero? Are you fucking kidding me? Put on your seatbelt, Dorian." He answered, his voice laced with sarcasm as the Were-King climbed into the low sitting sports car. Stefano gingerly pulled down the driver's side door just as Tetradore placed the key into the ignition. His fingers effortlessly found the red switch, the vehicle all but roaring to life beneath his hands. No matter how many cars he owned, or how many he drove, Tetradore would never tire of that sound. A press of another button and the car smoothly crept forward. The Were-King easily following the gestures of the Lamborghini staff towards that stretch of open road that both he and the vehicle surely craved. It hardly took long before the vehicle was gently rolling onto the black asphalt of the motor track, the sides lined with richest, greenest grass he'd ever seen. The car rumbled as it idled, the Were-King momentarily taking stock of the road ahead of him and the presence of those numerous trees that blocked the track from any sort of street view. God, how he could get used to this! His gaze shifted towards the man at his side, that small, almost mischevious simper tugged at the corner of his features. "Ready?" Tetradore inquired, altogether certain that Dorian was not. He waited for some indication from the Monarch before his fingers flexed around the leather of the steering wheel. "Let's see what you can do, babe." He muttered softly to the car itself before his foot lifted from the break, the car all but lurching forward in rapid acceleration beneath his command as the race track began to curve in front of him.