Lost sight of the man in the mirror
Following a heart of a sinner
Never, within the entire span of Tetradore's life, had he ever been given free rein of the public roads with little concern of consequences. It baffled him, admittedly, that Dorian, as King, could flaunt his power in such a manner. For a long moment, he regarded his sibling with an openly blank stare, as if he could hardly comprehend those driving protocol requested of him. How often, truly, was he asked to drive in the reckless manner he so often preferred? That is when Risque and Darcy were not present in the vehicle. The further explanation he was granted, however, only furthered the considerations that lingered so heavily upon his mind. How curious that very notion of 'diplomatic immunity' was. Perhaps there was a reason Matteo had failed to mention this perk of his adoption - no, he was certain there was a reason. Their father, after all, knew him painfully well, much less the very lengths Tetradore could be relied upon to go to in order to push those boundaries and test the waters of everything he was given. The vibrant emerald of his irises remained steadfast upon his sibling, however, as Aiden's brow rose inquisitively. "So....as King...if you were in another country....what's the difference between my diplomatic immunity and yours?" He inquired, his baritone voice holding a suspicious hint of intrigue within its depths.
The quandary of their diplomatic immunity, however, was short-lived as a vastly more appealing matter stole the entirety of his attention. Stefano's offer for a discounted Lamborghini was one Aiden knew well would not come again and, in turn, the Alpha was entirely inclined to take advantage of it. Those vague details were easily made, phone numbers were exchanged, and it was only with Stefano's promise to call later in the week to discuss the particulars that Aiden returned to the vehicle Dorian had so effortlessly acquired. Tetradore settled into the vehicle's driver seat, the engine roaring to life beneath his more than capable hands. Slowly, Tetradore eased the vehicle out of the warehouse, only to find himself presented with perfectly emptied streets just his for the taking. His muttering prompted the sound of ready laughter from the fae Monarch's lips as Dorian assured him that he rarely 'kid'. It was, admittedly, a trait the two brothers shared. For all of Matteo's jesting and mischievousness, none of the Frenchman's whimsicalness had passed to either of his sons. "I'm not really either," Aiden confessed, even if it was hardly necessary. He was trying, on some level, to bond with the elder fae, even if it was merely on something as insignificant as a shared inability to properly joke.
His efforts, however, were altogether short-lived as the Alpha's gaze focused upon the open road ahead of him. His foot was quick to find the accelerator, the Lamborghini all by lurching forward. He was well aware of the scrambling that occurred within his wake, Dorian's security team hardly capable of keeping up with the sports car in their oversized SUVs and underpowered sedans. It was for their sake alone that Tetradore chose not to press the vehicle to its full capacity, even though they sped along those empty roads with at a momentum never before seen by the Italian royalty. The monuments all but blurred by them, Tetradore paying intensely little attention to the fountains or cathedrals that Italy as a country was so known for. Architecture and it's value to history had never truly meant anything to him, though he provided his brother with the occasional vague sound to at least show he was listening. The route hardly kept them in the city long, however, before Tetradore followed those barricades that lined the street towards the mountain path. This road was, admittedly, far more to his liking as it wove around a breathtaking ocean. Perhaps it was his animal half but nature called to him distinctly more than any city with any statue ever would. It was the volcanic mountain in the distance that was the first sight to catch the Alpha's interest, the story of Pompeii entirely new to the Hispanic. He hardly flinched at the gory details surrounding the death of the entire city, Aiden almost...curious of the fate of those people.
From the periphery of his vision, Tetradore noted the soft shake in his sibling's head, that gesture alone informed him of all he needed to know. A soft sound left his lips in an acknowledgment of that Spanish word, though Tetradore made no effort to offer his sibling it's English equivalent. Rather, Aiden found himself contemplating whether or not Mira might be capable of causing such vast destruction - could she bury them all beneath her molten lava till they too were merely decayed husks molded into the steel of the ship? How concerning of an idea it was, and yet how too magnificent it seemed that she might be able to one day reduce a city to a mere tourist attraction. He spoke little of that city, beyond insisting he hardly minded the visit should Dorian desire to see it. Tetradore's own attention was focused entirely upon the road as it veered back towards the city, those high speeds near demanding him to focus upon that singular task of driving. It was, at times, that very requirement that so allured the Were-King to those extravagant sports cars. His mind was too often prone to simply dwelling. It was the very sight of the Italian palace, however, that drew the emerald hue of his gaze towards the glistening, magnificent building. How it dominated the skyline! His sibling's sudden inquiry for the view he desired distracted him from taking in every facet of the palace, his eyes briefly slid sideway towards his companion before refocusing upon the road. His shoulders rose in a clear shrug of indifference, the action alone prompted a soft chuckle from the fae, that amusement near lacing his Italian accent.
Oh, how difficult that concept of choice was for the stoic Were-King! For so long it had been ripped from him, his preferences ignored or purposefully gone against till the man had stopped having any whatsoever. It made moments such as this, when decisiveness was anticipated of him all the more difficult. How quickly he was prone to lashing out, his eyebrows furrowed in a subtle glimpse of his own internal dissonance. "I am not trying to please you. I don't see what's so damn important about opening up your window to see buildings or some fucking bushes." He gruffly informed his sibling. After all, he did not come to Italy for it's views or it's meticulous landscaping. Such things were...entirely insignificant to the vehicles they'd already seen - much less the brother he was striving to get to know. A soft breath left his lips, the Alpha vaguely aware of his own tendencies to be less than enjoyable company. Dorian, he knew, was unlikely to understand quite in the same way that Matteo had come to anticipate moments such as this. The fae King perhaps as unlikely to forget. For a moment, he fell silent behind the wheel, the Lamborghini's speed lessening as they approached the sprawling palace. "I didn't come here for Italy or your volcano city." He clarified, his baritone voice a soft murmur at those far more emotional words that were required of him, ones he absolutely hated to voice. "I came here to spend time with you so...whatever that entails..." Aiden's voice trailed off, his shoulders lifted in a vague shrug as the palace gates swung open to admit the slow creeping sports car.
He parked beside the curious red carpet rolled out for them, the man unperturbed by the servants that rushed forward to open the doors. Aiden, it seemed, was beginning to adjust to the royal treatment well. He trailed after his brother as Dorian led the way towards the large, imposing doors. The palace's extravagance seemed to extend even to here, the doors were etched with the same intricate detailing that adorned most things associated with the Italian Monarch. He was hardly prepared, however, for the sheer grandness of the entrance hall, the ceiling arching impossibly high above him. His emerald eyes stared upwards at the decorated marbled ceiling, only to trail down those large pillars and towards the equally as massive staircase lined with large stone animals. The very emptiness to the place at large was...off putting, particularly when Tetradore was so used to being surrounded by crowds and noise that never seemed to dissipate. It was almost chilling, in a way. Dorian's inquiry of his thoughts only prompted the man to utter those very sentiments, before he declared the place too....too...stoney. In his now intense inspection of the large...was that a lion? He'd go with lion. Either way, he hardly noticed the sharp way in which Dorian's gaze had turned towards him.
The Monarch's insistence that it was supposed to be 'stoney' prompted a distinctly unimpressed look upon the Alpha's features as he turned to face his siblings. It was, admittedly, a relief to discover that most of the palace was indeed carpeted. After all, the echo in the entryway was almost unnerving. He was fairly certain he could hear Dorian's voice bouncing off the walls! He was hardly surprised that no one was brave enough to tell the King of Italy that his palace sucked, the sheer notion prompted a soft snort from Aiden's nose. "Can you blame them? Kings tend to kill people who don't agree with them, or so I'm told." He commented sardonically, his brother's inquiry on his true thoughts only furthering the sarcastic lit he was so known for. "It's astoundingly creepy." He assured the fae, even as he followed in Dorian's wake. He remained silent as Dorian lead him up the stairs and into another hallway, the Were certain the palace was just as damn confusing as Matteo's chateau with all it's fucking doors. Where did half of them even lead? Maybe he'd have to ask next time, just to see if Dorian even knew. He paused at Dorian's side as the fae gestured down the hallway towards his own "wing", only for his gaze to follow his companion's hand down the other hall to what was apparently his wing. A whole damned wing! The warm simper upon Dorian's features at the fae's insistence that his room had carpet prompted a roll of the Alpha's vibrant gaze, though he remained silent as he followed the fae all the same.
The apartment he was led to was enough to prompt jealousy even within Risqué, he was sure. Albeit it the color scheme not his mistress' usual taste. The very opulence of the room went far beyond anything he had even seen, his gaze eying the clash of colors and precious materials in front of him. Really, he couldn't help but to wonder why Dorian chose to stay in Sacrosanct when he had all of this waiting for him! Slowly, and wordlessly, Tetradore moved to follow the fae further into the room and towards the giant four poster bed that all but dominated that huge bedroom. He was fairly certain he could sleep on that thing for a bloody week if he was given the chance. His attention turned towards the window at his brother's mention of the gardens - those bushes did seem to go on forever and yet....it was the very way it was bathed in sun that so called to his inner feline. The gardens, it seemed, too demanded a week of sleep under the warm glow of the sun. The very thought all but distracting the man from his sibling's inquiry. "Huh? Oh...no, this is fine." His head shook slightly at Dorian's inquiry of any thing he desired, the Alpha decidedly more curious of this garage. Surely if this was Dorian's palace, the garage might put his own to shame! This, he was sure, was certainly worth seeing.