Lost sight of the man in the mirror
Following a heart of a sinner
How peculiar Aiden found the idea of his own diplomatic immunity, the very usage of it certainly not failing to cross the Alpha's mind upon the discovery that any crime he committed would go largely unpunished. Still, Aiden found himself inquiring more after those very differences between Dorian and himself, the question prompted an almost baffled glimpse of consideration before Dorian admitted that, in this, there was distinctly little disparity between the pair. How curious it was, to be a part of such a wealthy and, undoubtedly, powerful family. Aiden had come from such humble roots in comparison. Those thoughts, however, were interrupted by his siblings inquiry of his intentions to commit some crime in another country! Oh, if only Dorian already knew of the crimes he willfully committed regardless of any sort of immunity or fear of police retaliation! Still, it was best, he decided to leave his brother ignorant of the life that Aiden led. His head shook slightly, that lie easy to tell though, truthfully, he hardly intended to up his antics with this knowledge either. It was merely...a curiosity that weighed upon the Were-King's mind as he led the Lamborghini out of the garage and onto the wide open roads.
He hardly hesitated to indulge in those very speeds he enjoyed as Dorian led him throughout the bustling Italian city. Those landmarks and monuments were a veritable blur outside of those tinted windows, Aiden only offering them a vague glance before his attention returned continually to the road in front of him. That speed of the car, after all, required some focus if he so intended to keep both it and them safe. It was, however, the very expanse of the sparkling ocean that truly captivated the were-feline, his emerald eyes continually darting out into the gorgeous waters that glistened under the sunlight. He listened in steadfast silence as Dorian told him of the downfall of Pompeii, the ancient Monarch fascinated by a world that existed long before either of their time. Aiden continued to follow his sibling's instructions as the vehicle shifted directions back towards the city - the palace easily spotted as it dominated the horizon. The last thing that Aiden anticipated, as he lead the sports car to the magnificent palace, was Dorian's inquiry of just where he liked to stay, the Italian altogether insistent that he make some choice in this matter, even though Aiden couldn't care in the slightest the view from his bedroom.
It was Dorian's insistence that Aiden hardly needed to please him that prompted his almost frustrated outburst. The Were-King entirely certain that Dorian wasn't listening. The very sharpness to his tone seemed to prompt silence within the Italian Monarch, Aiden entirely aware of the discomfort that so seemed to settle in the once comfortable silence of the vehicle. For several moments, the Alpha remained silent as he attempted to gather his own thoughts, the Lamborghini reaching the gates of Caserta with the procession of SUVs quickly following suit behind them. Softly, Aiden broke the silence that seemed to persist between them, the Alpha making some effort to explain his reasoning in the very way that Matteo surely had made him do time and time again. That very declaration that he had come to Italy not for the views or the tourism but for Dorian himself seemed only to prompt further silence from his brother. Well this was going....splendidly. A soft sigh left Aiden's lips, though Dorian hardly made him wait long before informing him that so strikingly few of the guests that visited his brother's hallways did so with the simple desire to spend time with the King. He supposed, really, it quite made sense. After all, there was surely a long line of people who wanted to befriend a true Monarch for less than honest reasons.
The emerald of his irises briefly fluttered towards Dorian, noting the warm simper upon the Italian features at the man's words. Aiden, however, offered remarkably little in the way of response, the Alpha falling back to that silence that so personified him as he eased the vehicle to a halt beside the plus red rug laid out for them. His door was opened immediately for him, the servant almost over eager in his dedication to his task to care for the vehicle. God, how Aiden disliked turning over any Lamborghini to another and yet this was surely not his car to dictate where it went or how it was cared for. It was with a firm press of his lips that he emerged from the vehicle, only to trail sluggishly after Dorian and into the marbled hallway of Caserta. For a moment, Tetradore considered the very vastness of the room he found himself in. The stone lions all but dwarfed him in size and yet, he was hardly ignorant of the way in which even the slightest of noises seemed to echo in that distinctly cold space.
His brother's inquiry to his thoughts, however, resulted in a decidedly blunt declaration that the entryway had far too much stone. Aiden was hardly oblivious to the sharp look he was given, that utterly baffled look upon Dorian's features seemed to be a frequent occurrence within his presence. The Monarch's tone turned utterly exasperated even as he led the way further into the palace. Aiden hardly saw a reason to further prompt his sibling on any discussion of Ferdinand or his murderous tendencies, the frown upon the King's features, accompanied by that sour note in his usually cheerful tone, told Aiden well that it was a topic best avoided. In fact, it was only after his insistence that the hallway was creepy that the Alpha fell back to his comfortable silence. He trailed behind the King as Dorian led his way towards the whole wing of the palace that was apparently designated for Aiden's use alone, like he'd have any need of a whole wing! He glanced inquisitively at each of those rooms they passed, the very extravagance of them hardly missed by the Were, much less the view Dorian had decided to afford him. The gardens were...lovely, in their own way, he supposed, though Aiden found the sheer amount of sunlight far more appealing. The very warmth of it so called to his inner feline, though he forced himself to suppress such distinctly animalistic desires for now.
It was only with that assurance that Aiden hardly found that room uncomfortable that Dorian suggested an 'idea' that had filled his mind - one that apparently required the use of his garage. It was that singular word that ensnared Aiden's interest, the Were-King curious of a true King's garage might compare to his own. He followed Dorian out of the royal apartments, affording his brother's wing but the barest of glimpses at Dorian's brief mention of it before the pair made their way back towards the main staircase. Aiden ignored those staff members they passed, those bows afforded only a curious glance the first time before it too was blatantly disregarded. He trailed inquisitively behind Dorian, eying each of those nondescript doors with the same weariness he had too eyed the multitude of identical doors in Chambord. How Dorian and Matteo ever told them apart, he hadn't the slightest idea. He hardly had to wait long, however, before Dorian paused in front of one particularly bland and equally nameless door, this one apparently worth stepping into. The very last thing Aiden anticipated, however, as he stepped over the threshold, was the sheer size of the garage he found himself in. It was at least two or three times the size of his own showroom, though considering it's contents maybe he shouldn't have been entirely surprised. He eyed those vintage cars inquisitively, the vibrancy of his emerald eyes passing over those carriages the likes of which he had never seen. There was one decked out in far more gold then he'd ever even witnessed in his entire life! It was almost as if Dorian had dipped the thing in that favored substance!
Aiden was hardly inattentive to the very speed at which the staff so acknowledged their presence, much less the keen manner they hoped to complying to Dorian's every wish. Although Aiden was used to commanding with his presence alone - this was far more than the respect he garnered out of the Western residents or his own pack. His brow rose ever so slightly as he watched the mechanics that had previously been busy with their tasks file out of the garage past them, leaving the siblings alone. That radient grin upon his brother's features was hardly missed by the Alpha. He hardly offered one in response, however, as he meandered inquisitively towards the nearest vehicle. His emerald eyes drifted down the row of cars, Aiden pausing here and there to eye one closer and yet, so few of those were the sort of vehicle he preferred. It was only Dorian's voice that distracted Aiden from his inspection of the tank, his gaze shifting from the massive turret towards the crouched figure of his sibling. "Sure." He commented, glancing towards the station Dorian had gestured towards. Aiden's gaze traced the book ends and yet, admittedly, he found a great deal of the topics covered of vague interest to him. It hardly took long, however, for Aiden to find the book in question, his hand reaching out to pluck it from the bookshelf.
The very last thing he anticipated, however, was his brother's sudden declaration, those very words prompted the rise of his brows. "What?" He inquired, eying the Monarch with an entirely baffled look upon his features. That excuse was hardly one he bought, that dubious stare surely giving it away before he moved to Dorian's side. "Yeah, I found it." Tetradore commented as he slowly eased himself down on the floor at his brother's side. His gaze glanced momentarily over the white pastel drawing that Dorian had already begun. Any thoughts he had on it, however, he kept to himself as he opened the book in his hands, flipping through the detailed drawings for an engine he deemed acceptable. "There's a...Jaguar F....a Mercedes AMG...the BMW M5...?" He inquired, glancing up at the book in his hands. They were decent enough engines, not as amazing as his Bugatti or Koenigsegg but...acceptable, nonetheless. The very last thing upon his mind, as he presented those pages to the Italian Monarch, was any notion of 'choices' or any consideration to just how his sibling seemed so determined to understand the ever changing facets of the complicated Were-King.