Lost sight of the man in the mirror
Following a heart of a sinner
A small frown graced the features of the Alpha as he turned the key within the ignition, effectively cutting the car's source of power and leaving it a silent, still, but no less magnificent piece of machinery. How he might have desired to add a car such as this to his own fleet of impressive vehicles. It had been nothing short of an utter joy to drive. The very smoothness of the car - that speed! God, how he hated returning those keys to Stefano's ready hand, even despite the all too eager grin upon the CEO's face. The last thing Aiden had expected, as his emerald eyes turned to linger with blatant want and admiration of the vehicle they'd just driven, was for the legion of Dorian's stylists to rush forward towards the pair to fix every misplaced strand of hair. Tersely the Were-King jerked away from that touch, only to eye the young woman wearily as she reached again for his curly brunette locks. His head shifted, carefully leaning away from her outstretched fingers, only for that veritable assault to be called off with a simple word and a mere flick of his brother's hand. Aiden all but ignored the baffled glimpse upon the woman's face as his own fingers rose to rake through his hair. His attention turned towards his sibling as Dorian addressed Stefano with a desire to own the very vehicle that the pair had only just driven in. Aiden's eyebrow rose ever so slightly as the CEO near jumped at the very opportunity to gift such an item to the Monarch, complete with upgrades and color options, should the King choose it. How...nice that must be to have others so readily willing to gift Dorian anything he might desire, even if it was for the sheer publicity of only furthering the brand's namesake.
He was hardly surprised when the CEO's inquired after those photos in nearly the very next breath, photos that Aiden was graciously allowed out of as he leaned against the sports car. Instead, the Alpha was more than content to simply watch as the Lamborghini staff hurried to prepare the vehicle for it's trip to the palace - complete with topped off fuel and a license plate with a colorful seal placed at the very center of it. He could only assume that peculiar picture of those mythical creatures somehow represented the King himself and yet, Aiden said particularly little of either it nor of the men in sharply tailored suits that vocalized their own concerns for Italian's safety. His eyebrow arched ever so slightly at the prospect of proper 'driving protocol', even though the Were could hardly fault Dorian's security team. He was well aware of his own tendency to ignore those laws of the road, the Alpha often inclined to merely view them as 'suggestions' when it so suited him. Fortunately, their fear of displeasing their King won out against common sense as Dorian waved off their concerns with the declaration that he would inform Aiden of protocol. Admittedly, it took Aiden by surprise that Dorian trusted him in the case that a situation that required whatever 'defensive maneuvers' were arose. He watched as Dorian's staff sluggishly accepted their King's insistence, Dorian instead turning his own focus towards those photographs requested of him.
It was sometime later that Dorian finally returned to his side, Aiden hardly straying from his place leaning against the hood of his sibling's newest acquisition. It was his brother's inquiry on whether or not he was certain that he didn't too desire something from the Lamborghini factory that saw Tetradore pause. There was, he was certain, never going to be another chance quite like this to acquire those rare cars, at least, not without the theft of them - an act that would hardly go unnoticed. It was with a soft breath upon his lips that Tetradore's head bobbed, the Alpha admitting that he did wish to speak with the CEO about a Centurion, at the very least. A glimpse of momentary confusion crossed his features as Dorian offered an unusually loudly worded response - the very mention of Stefano's name quickly ensnaring the attention of the CEO in turn. How quick the man was to rush to their side, the fellow agreeing all too ready to see to the details of any vehicle that Aiden so desired. Well, that was....unexpected, to say the least. His emerald eyes darted back towards the fae King as Dorian continued on, insisting that they would be entirely exempt from all laws of the road as far as their trip to Dorian's palace was concerned. For a moment, Tetradore merely stared at his sibling in blatant disbelief before repeating those words, that inquiring tone clearly giving away his dubiousness. That further explanation, however, only brought with it a new plethora of queries that lingered upon Aiden's mind. "Diplomatic immunity, huh? Do I have diplomatic immunity because of Matteo or because of you or because your in the car with me....?" A part of the Alpha, it seemed, was still eternally incapable of testing those very waters to see just how far he could push those boundaries - the habit one so ingrained in him that even when it was unnecessary, he found himself contemplating it all the same.
His attention deviated from the soft, warm simper of his brother as Dorian's security team insisted they would be following close behind, the men already beginning their discussions with the police in that foreign tongue that was all but lost upon the Were. Rather, it was his brother's insistence he'd wait while Aiden worked out those details with Stefano that ensnared the majority of his attention. His head bobbed in acknowledgment as his vibrant irises turned towards the CEO himself. Those discussions hardly took long, however, before Tetradore returned to the Venero with Stefano's phone number in his phone and a promise to work out the intricate details of all Aiden desired at a later time to ensure it's absolute perfection. How sure he was that Stefano would follow up on such a sale personally, Dorian, it seemed, provoked a level of astuteness within all those around him that the Alpha was simply unaccustomed to, even if he was quick to take advantage of it. Soon enough, however, the Hispanic man settled in the driver's seat, the Venero's keys in hand again before he placed them in the ignition, letting the engine roar to life around them. Tetradore watched as Dorian's security team scurried within their own vehicles, the Lamborghini staff leading him towards a large door to allow the Venero onto the main roads of Italy. Already, that police escort was in place, those roads closed off and empty for the taking. "You weren't kidding..." Tetradore mumbled to himself as he eyed those barricades. The whole road....cleared just for him.
Quickly he pressed on the accelerator, letting the Lamborghini pick up speed as he led them onto the freeway, his emerald eyes glancing upwards towards the rearview mirror at the suburban fleet that followed his sibling. How easy it would be to loose that security team, though he doubted that either Dorian nor the King's guards would much appreciate that. It was perhaps that fact alone that kept Tetradore at an almost reasonable speed, his gaze drifting only at Dorian's insistence that he hardly had to worry about traffic lights or signs. How dismissive the King seemed of those regulations! Dorian clearly had complete faith in the police and his own staff to ensure the entire route remained perfectly empty just for them. A soft sound of acknowledgment left his lips as the Alpha encouraged that car onwards, the vehicle quickly picking up speeds as they neared the very heart of Naples. The magnificent buildings that line the streets were but a veritable blur as the Lamborgini flew down those cleared roads. His gaze deviated but briefly as Dorian pointed out those landmarks of importance from grand fountains to towering cathedrals. They hardly mattered, admittedly, to the Alpha and yet he did his best to offer some vague guise of interest as the road slowly lead them out of the city and along the ocean shores. How far those waters stretched, filling the horizon with a remarkable shade of blue that all prompted the Alpha to slow if only to eye those gently rolling waves and the mountains that dotted the distance.
It was those mountains, it seemed, that tugged at his sibling's attention as Dorian pointed towards the ruins at the very base of that mountain - the shapes only vaguely visible from this distance. That inquiry of weather or not he'd heard of that city, however, was met with but a vague shake of his head. Admittedly, the Were-King hardly anticipated the very tale of death and destruction that left his brother's lips, the very likes of which hardly seemed the sort that might fascinate the often lighthearted fae. "Are they still there? The people?" He inquired with a small frown upon his lips. He could hardly imagine what a preserved body looked like - not one from their father's era. Could Mira do such a thing with her lava? Cover Sacrosanct and the Ark in soot so hot it would kill and preserve them all in seconds? Perhaps it might be worthwhile to see what Mira might one day be capable of achieving? "We can go whenever you want," Aiden added with a vague shrug upon his shoulders, the Alpha entirely content to be at the whims of his sibling for the entirety of their trip. That road, however, soon ducked back towards the city, the pair only just cresting a hill when Dorian pointed out the majestic building at the very center of the bustling city. It hardly looked like a home, admittedly, the Alpha entirely skeptical of it, though he supposed the Ark certainly didn't quite look like one either, really.
Tetradore slowed the vehicle as they began their approach towards the palace, that inquiry of Aiden's preferred view momentarily prompted his gaze to sweep over the city they drove past. "Whichever." The Alpha responded in an entirely noncommittal fashion, neither hardly of any great interest to the man. The gates of the palace were already open in preparation of their approach, the Lamborghini gliding smoothly forward at a slow crawl now as those tires switched from asphalt to pebbled gravel. He glanced in his rearview mirror, watching the precession that followed before those golden gates closed firmly behind them, the roads reopening to the same hustle and bustle that clearly usually afflicted the metropolis. Tetradore guided the sportscar up that long driveway, only to park in front of a red carpet perfectly laid out for their arrival. He'd no sooner threw the cark in park before two servants rushed forward, opening the doors for them. A small nod was given towards the man that bowed towards him, Tetradore offering the fellow the keys to the vehicle as he stepped out. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he followed Dorian up the carpet and towards the towering double doors. His eyebrows rose as his head turned upwards, Tetradore merely eying the expansive ceilings that hovered high above him. Dorian's voice seemed to echo in that polished, marbled space, pulling the Were-King's gaze back towards his brother as he paused in front of one of those massive lion statues. "It's.....kinda creepy." He uttered after a moment, his emerald eyes tracing the carved contours of the beast beside him. "It's so quiet...." Tetradore continued, his hand reaching out to touch the feline. ".....and very......stoney. Have you guys never heard of fucking carpets?"