Lost sight of the man in the mirror
Following a heart of a sinner
God, how he relished within that sound that filled the cabin as Aiden turned the key within the ignition. The roar of that engine was nothing short of music to his ears as he glanced beside him towards the clearly astonished face of his sibling. The smirk upon his features hardly faltered in the slightest as he informed the fae that the sound was a direct result of the cold engine - the vehicle warming up to its full potential. That earlier discussion of engines upon Dorian's plane had seemingly stuck with the Italian Monarch as the fae inquired upon how many cylinders a normal car had. How long had it been since Tetradore had sat within anything less than the powerhouses of those sportscars? His head tilted to the side ever so slightly in consideration as Aiden reached for the gear shifter, placing the car into drive. "Six is the average, I think." He responded after a moment, the Were-King navigating the vehicle slowly towards that open track in the process.
It hardly took long before the pair found themselves sitting upon the open asphalt of Lamborghini's own private track. Eagerly, the Alpha revved the engine of the vehicle, simply feeling the very capability of the car beneath his hands. God, he'd never thought he'd be the one sitting in the driver's seat of a Venero! Softly he muttered to the car itself, Dorian clearly picking up on those whispered words as the fae King commented after Aiden's almost affectionate moniker for the magnificent sports car. His fingers tightened upon the vehicle as he informed his brother that all vehicles were females - it was practically a fact, as far as he was concerned. The sheer bafflement within his brother's voice, however, caused the intense emerald of his irises to turn towards the man beside him. For a moment, Tetradore's eyebrow furrowed before his shoulder lifted in a vague, noncommittal shrug. "I don't know. They just....are." He commented, hardly giving it much further thought when there was a spectacular open road in front of him. A slight hint of impishness crossed his features as his foot hovered over the accelerator, the Were providing his sibling one final glimpse to ensure the fae was somewhat prepared before he stepped down on the pedal, the vehicle all but launching forward as Tetradore encouraged it all the faster right out of the gate. The very horsepower within that engine seemed to throw his brother back within his seat, Aiden himself all but prepared for the way gravity seemed to press against him as he nestled into the fine leather of the bucket seat.
A warm chuckle left his lips as he listened to the near frantic manner at which Dorian seemed to seek some sort of purchase on the interior of the car, his gaze briefly deviating from the road only to glimpse that look near akin to fear on his brother's features. Quickly, his attention turned back towards the road as he pressed further on the accelerator, letting the vehicle speed ever faster towards that first bend. Despite Dorian's efforts to encourage him to slow, Aiden navigated around that corner with near-perfect ease, never once releasing his foot off the pedal in the process. The straight away that appeared before him only further coaxed to life the man's desire for speed as he so eagerly pushed the vehicle further and further, letting the needle on the speedometer only increase ever more. They glided around the second set of turns only for the vehicle to approach the feild of wildflowers and the straightaway that accompanied it. How....utterly amazing that moment was - his troubles thousands of miles across the ocean while Aiden was soaring along an open track of road in a rare sportscar with a sea of color flying past him. If only....if only life consisted of more moments like this.
That soft gasp at his side drew the Alpha's gaze towards his sibling, reminding him that he was hardly alone in this journey. Another soft laughter left Tetradore's lips as he glanced down briefly at the speedometer. His very utterance of that speed only seemed to further shock the fae King - the man clearly never traveling anywhere at any great speed. His announcement that the car could only go faster seemed to only further that awe upon Dorian's face, one that was coupled with a curiousness that Aiden was able to place all too well. He could hardly help that grin in response, the Alpha choosing not to voice even a syllable as he merely pressed further on the accelerator, encouraging the car all the faster. Tetradore hardly commented after that compliment he was given, his focus far more attentive to the road ahead of them as the duo completed their first lap. The more comfortable he became with that track, the more familiar those laps became, the faster he pushed the very vehicle, testing it's true capabilities in ways that most drivers never would. How his brother seemed to enjoy those loops around the course, the fae inquiring again and again if they might do another. It was only several trips around the course later that Aiden finally began to let the car coast slower and slower - the needle upon the gas tank finally forcing him to stop. It was a shame, really, that their blissful drive finally had to come to an end and yet, how much he had enjoyed each moment of it, even if the pair of siblings were far more prone to silence in those moments.
Regrettably, Aiden guided the still rumbling car back towards the garage where Stefano awaited, that beam upon the CEO's features clearly expressing his delight that the pair had so greatly enjoyed their trip. Slowly, Tetradore parked the vehicle in front of the man, cutting the purr of the engine. It was a shame to have to hand back those keys when he so enjoyed the vehicle's drive. He climbed out of the vehicle, only to find Dorian's staff rushing towards them. He was hardly prepared for the woman that reached up for his curly brunette locks, the Were-King near immediately leaning back away from that touch even at the risk of brushing against the car. He was thankful, really, when Dorian's voice rose above his staff, dismissing the woman from her efforts before she got too insistant. Tetradore's hand rose to re-ruffle his unruly locks, letting them fall where they may without the stylist's careful preening. A small scowl found it's place upon his features, even as he turned his gaze towards Stefano. He listened in silence as Dorian asked to own that very vehicle - the Lamborghini CEO hardly hesitating to give the very car to the Italian Monarch with the offer of colors and upgrades. Tetradore's eyebrow rose silently, the Alpha leaning against the vehicle as he watched that exchange take place. Graciously, he was spared any upcoming photos and yet, it was the security team's concerns that only further prompted that glimpse of skepticism from his features.
The Alpha hardly intervened, however, as Dorian so effortlessly continued to navigate those waters that came with his position as royalty. His security staff and their concerns were dismissed as quickly as those stylists - the group of dark suited man left to adjust to the whims of their Monarch. Aiden remained nestled against the drivers side door of the vehicle while Dorian saw to fulfilling Lamborghini's desires for photographs with the fae King - pictures that would undoubtably be utilized to further the brand. He watched as Lamborghini's own staff refuled the Veneno, the car checked over to ensure it's roadworthy conditions before a license plate was somehow quickly procured and fastened to the car. It was some time later that Dorian finally returned to his side - the Monarch having been parade infront of a variety of vehicles by a professional photographer. It was only his brother's questioning that prompted Tetradore's gaze to slide across that plethora of vehicles that surrounded them. His hand reached up, running through his unruly locks in consideration. "I might talk to Stefano about buying a Centurion while we're here. They release some cars that you can only get if you have one." He informed his brother, his attention only shifting back to the fae at Dorian's insistance that he was exempt from any traffic regulations, so long as the fae was in the car. "Wait...all laws?" Tetradore inquired, immediately suspicious of that veritable free range he was being given. Really, Dorian did realize the speeds at which he so liked to drive, didn't he? To take the streets of Naples with that same speed and blantant disregard for the street lights - well, maybe being the brother of the King wasn't so bad.