The secret side of me, I never let you see. I keep it caged inside but I can't control it.
How potent that astoundment was upon the Were-King's usually stoic features, his father's antics all but decimating that precariously held composure. He watched in silent amazement as Matteo stepped from the wreckage of the Lamborghini as if the car was meant to be there all along. The Frenchman hardly seemed to acknowledge the ravaged garden within his wake as he stepped into the comfort of the Italian Monarch's home. The small group within the livingroom was deathly silent as they each watched Matteo join them, the fae altogether content to continue the conversation as if he had been there all along. How attentive his father seemed to the Hispanic woman beside the Alpha and yet, this Aiden had almost come to expect. It was clear the entirety of his family was going to soon be privy to his relationship with Mira, a fact that was guaranteed as Matteo uttered that very title that Aiden himself had avoided for at least the greater part of a year. There was certainly no denying the intimate interest he had taken within the woman, that in itself a distinctly rare thing. And yet, even despite the clear care he had for her, Aiden detested that very description of their connection. He remembered distinctly well just how terribly things had gone with his last girlfriend. The woman had done her fair share of damage in the wake of Tetradore's already exceedingly distrusting view of women. It was, he knew, an irrational belief to assume that once Mira was granted that title, their relationship too should crumble.
For now, however, he hardly commented upon the distinction that Matteo had made upon his affair with Mira. The blue Lamborghini itself drew the weight of those emerald eyes even as his newfound 'girlfriend' so helplessly looked to him to set the matter of their...frequent liaisons straight. Her stuttered words and failed efforts to explain his father's probing questions were entirely ignored, his sibling instead finally tugging at his attention. Dorian's own authoritative tone interrupted those weak explanations, though the fae hardly managed more than a word or two on the state of his garden before Matteo so quickly shushed him. How easily Dorian's exasperation was subdued! Aiden was entirely unwilling to be ignored quite in the same fashion when his car was still nestled deeply in Dorian's bushes with a fucking fence half sliding off of its hood! Silently, his hands balled into fists, that rage so utterly potent that Aiden found himself struggling to suppress it in the same way that he did so many of his emotions. He had done everything he could to see those vehicles escaped the demise that had so been fated to them! Even when it required him to loosen his usually tight control over them. He had been forced to trust both Carolina and Harley with his precious fleet - he was well aware of the damage they had sustained in the process. So too had he left them again within the hands of his brother-in-law and Dorian's staff, that fear of any of them coming to further catastrophe a very real one for Aiden. The last person he had anticipated to rightfully ruin a vehicle was his own damn father!!!
It was the sound of his name upon his father's lips that drew the emerald of his irises. Aiden had, admittedly, hardly paid much attention to the conversation at hand. His mind was still wheeling with the events of the evening to be able to truly comprehend Mira's astonishment at his first name being utilized so liberally, much less to offer her any verbal explanation that wouldn't equate to a million more questions he didn't wish to answer. His lips parted, that very outrage spilling forth quite before he could help it. His tone held every ounce of sharp authority that so came from his position as Alpha, speaking volumes of that very emotional distress that afflicted him as he unleashed that very barrage of feelings upon his father, even if it still contained some ounce of concern for the harm that Matteo had only just avoided himself. How many times had Matteo told him to be careful while teleporting? To keep those very spots he chose to reappear in to himself if only for the danger of having someone put something there that didn't belong - something that would lead to his own demise. And now! Now Matteo had teleported with a fucking car at full speed into a garden! What if he had misjudged that speed even just a few more meters?! That car and fae entirely capable of colliding into the side of the house! And then there was the state of the poor vehicle itself! It certainly hadn't deserved that level of....complete disrespect! Those cursed words so rapidly fell from his lips as Tetradore expressed his very irritation at Matteo's teleportation, the state of his vehicle, and, perhaps on Dorian's behalf, the fucking flowers that had also been destroyed!
Oh, how aware he was that any consequence he gave would be thoroughly ignored, that placidity that radiated from the Frenchman entirely informed him of such. In the past, he had hit those very points he knew would emotionally wound the fae. And yet, for all the anger he felt at the Lamborghini, so too did he simply need Matteo in ways he couldn't express in the presence of the fae's family. It was that very apex of emotions that so saw Aiden lash out in a way he hadn't before - one that he knew would be entirely effective. Alexander. His sharp demand for a picture was all that was required for his brother to pull out his phone, even despite the startled look on Dorian's face. With a few habitual movements, the Lamborghini's destruction was forever immortalized within a photo. The evidence of Matteo's lacking teleportation and it's impending message to the Macedonian seemed enough to prompt a look of panic even on Matteo's features! How utterly disappointed he was when that quick word so immediately stopped Dorian in his tracks, the younger fae nothing short of...good in every way. Most of the time, Aiden simply accepted this personality trait of his brother's, and yet, tonight, it was little more than a complete hindrance. A scowl crossed his features as Matteo's attention returned towards him. His father's comment, however, produced an almost biting, dark remark from the Were-King. "Since when did you become shit at teleporting?"
Aiden was aware, vaguely, of the way in which Mira's figure pressed closer towards him in those moments, the woman's arm brushing only just against his own. His gaze, however, hardly deviated from his father and brother, that barely perceptible nod of Dorian's head prompted his own brow to furrow ever so slightly. Had the Italian truly done as he asked? Even in spite of Matteo's rebuke? The abrupt sound of ringing drew his own gaze down towards Matteo's pocket, the fae pulling out his cellphone only to eye the screen with a look he knew well. A soft breath left his lips, his eyes rolling as Matteo muttered of raising two narks. For a silent moment, the Frenchman stared at the screen of his cellphone, those thoughts so clearly turning within the impish fae's mind before he abruptly pivoted upon his heels. The very sound of his father's voice prompted his arms to cross over his chest, the Alpha distinctly unperturbed at the very idea of 'corrupting' Dorian in any sense. As if this was corrupting the fae! Still, it was that comment of being smug, that prompted a distinctly unimpressed glimpse upon the Were-King's features. "Whatever." He muttered in retort, his emerald eyes altogether stationed upon the fae as Matteo made his way out into the garden. Aiden watched as Matteo's hand reached out for the Aventador, the Were-King entirely aware of what was to come. He had witnessed Matteo's ability time and time again, this one in particular so frequently utilized to patch up the Alpha during his more...damaged states. How rapidly the fae's abilities embraced the garden as a whole, the flowers seeming to regrow upon those very bushes that too reshaped precisely to the size and shape Dorian had left them at. The flowerpots pieced themselves back together, the broken fence mending in a matter of moments as the grass grew neatly back into place. The Lamborghini itself moved backward just an inch, it's front bumper free of the foliage as it too seemingly regained that lost paint, any scratches finding their way out to leave the car, once again, in pristine condition.
In mere seconds, the Frenchman reappeared in front of Aiden, those keys dangling from Matteo's fingertips. Aiden's hand reached out, palm upwards as Matteo dropped the keys within his hand. His inquiry, however, was offered little more than a soft grunt in response as Aiden shoved the keys into his pocket (which I realize now had like....10 pairs of keys in it). That fury that had once afflicted the Alpha had now fizzled out as quickly as it had come on, the man once again left in a state of distinct emotionless, as if expressing that anger had somehow emptied him of everything. His gaze slid briefly towards Dorian and Sebastian, the two attempting to hold some sort of small talk with Mira before the soft sensation of Matteo's hand upon his shoulder pulled at his attention. Those soft words were meant to be reassuring, Aiden knew, though they prompted little more than a soft sigh from the tired man. Matteo hardly lingered for long, however, before the Frenchman teleported to the sofa, the fae reclining easily upon the leather. That very suggestion for a drink stronger than coffee was a sentiment that Aiden certainly agreed with as he meandered towards the sofa. The Alpha all but collapsed into the leather on the opposite side of his father, leaving a space between for Mira, if she desired. An audible breath left his lips as his hand raked through those curly brunette locks.
'Girlfriend'. That word, once again, left Matteo's lips and yet, Aiden saw little reason to refute it. After all, as much as that very word made Aiden...uncomfortable, he hardly wanted Mira to be anyone else's girlfriend either. The bright green hue of his irises briefly met Mira's own for the first time since they'd stepped into the mansion. He gestured lightly towards the seat behind him - that simple action so clearly showing both his acceptance of that title and also giving Mira the non-verbal 'go-ahead' to fill his family in on all those facts they clearly deeply desired to know. It was a spark from the periphery of his vision that drew Aiden's gaze towards the fireplace that sat next to him. The once dark fireplace was quick to roar to life with the clap of Matteo's hands, those blue flames prompting a rise of Aiden's brows. That.....was new. The heat of the now crackling fireplace slowly spread throughout the room, embracing the Were-King first, the sofa settled perpendicular to it. How easily that warmth could soothe the distressed man, even if he listened without a word to Matteo's further efforts of introductions. Silence, it seemed, had once become his closest friend.