His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy
The Englishman watched with a growing hint of concern as the clearly distraught William strove to provide some answer to his absence the last three years. His eyebrows knitted together, the vampire was entirely aware of the trembling that seemed to beset the frailness of his friend, and yet, that explanation fell drastically short of providing any real clarification for Sebastian. Who were they? Why were they after William? It was those two inquiries that mattered most to the vampire, particularly when this enigmatic 'they' had clearly known enough of his relationship with the Hunter to utilize it to hold William hostage. Sebastian's lips pressed together in a subtle frown and yet, such thoughts of William's perplexing monsters were decidedly...difficult in the presence of that poignant scent of blood. Already, Sebastian could feel that hunger clawing at him, the once bright hue of his irises darkening substantially as his tongue delicately traced his right canine behind his lips. It was a habitual action alone, the vampire entirely aware enough that William was hardly in any state to withstand his feedings. Not when his childhood friend seemed so....starved.
Carefully, Sebastian stepped forward, his every movement slow and deliberate though whether it was for William's benefit or his fraying control remained to be seen. The very act of reaching for the Hunter, however, seemed to cause William to flinch away from him as if the man feared Sebastian might harm him. How it broke his heart to see William in such a state! Sebastian was nothing if not steadfast as he gingerly took William's hand within his own, the Hunter's fingers slowly curling around his own hand. The navy hue of Sebastian's gaze met those dark chestnut irises he once knew so well. His soft repetition of William's words, however, only prompted a far more purposeful reassurance from the Hunter as he promised to ensure, this time, that he remained. That gentle squeeze of his fingers prompted an almost weak simper to his features as he delicately brought William's hand upwards, the vampire admitting, at that moment, of his struggle to continue that conversation within his friend's present state. The sheer amount of blood that covered the man was...strikingly visible and God, how he hungered for it! He could smell each of those cloying scents, the various splatters blood intermixing in a cacophony of aromas that so threatened to bring that anticipatory venom to his lips.
Purposefully, Sebastian swallowed, attempting to force such thoughts from his mind. That clearly exhausted jest upon William's lips, however, prompted a soft, though nonetheless lighthearted chuckle from his lips. The Prince watched as a small smile crept across William's features, the Hunter easily continuing that tease though, truly, Sebastian doubted sleep and food would hardly be enough to repair the damage done to his friend though he hardly wished to disappoint William in the slightest. "Maybe." He offered in agreement, that small, soft simper hardly leaving his lips. For now, however, that shower was nothing short of a necessity for Sebastian's childhood friend, the idea one the Prince readily agreed to even if another pressing matter lingered upon his mind. His demand to know what had occurred, however, along with any mention of intervening only seemed to prompt that anxiety to blossom anew within the Dark Hunter's chest. Sebastian could near hear the rapid pounding of William's heart, the boy's eyes widening in a physical reaction of that very fear that so seemed to clutch at him.
Sebastian hardly pressed his companion's fragile composure. That promise to discuss it at length after William's shower was one he was willing to agree to. For now, the Englishman simply chose to lead the way through the mansion, the home one he knew William knew well and yet...how so too it had changed since the Hunter had taken residence within his halls. The Prince hardly hesitated as he led William into the depths of his own bedroom, the other rooms in the home largely occupied, in one way or another. The Prince gestured towards the luxurious marbled bathroom. His promise to fetch clothes was met with an unusual level of...meekness from his childhood friend. Though William had never been the definition of dominant, Sebastian was so...used to that confidence that radiated from a man who knew his place in the world. How...different...the Hunter was now. Though, perhaps, so was Sebastian in turn. The thoughts continued to linger upon the vampire's mind as he meandered from the depths of the bathroom and towards the large walk in closet.
The Englishman could hear the shower turn on in the next room, his own long fingers deftly shifting through his own clothing for something that might fit the now thin Duke. With an older button down shirt neatly folded over a pair of dress slacks, and one of the distinctly few pairs of underwear Sebastian owned, the vampire returned to his bedroom, only to recline with ease upon an armchair before the windows of his bedroom. The navy hue of his irises found his cellphone, the Prince answering several emails while he merely waited for his companion to finish with a near infinite patience. After all, William had undoubtedly needed that shower. It was only the cutting off of the shower water that prompted Sebastian to glance upwards, William's voice echoing from the depths of the bathroom.
Silently, he rose from his seat, his cellphone slid back into his pocket as he reached for the small stack of clothing he had procured. Sebastian crossed the bedroom, his hand pressing upon the cracked door, only for it to silently slide into the bathroom. He could hardly help the way his gaze strayed towards the clear shower stall as Sebastian stepped into the room, the Incubus entirely...incapable of ignoring naked flesh. The dark hue of his irises slowly slid down the Hunter's bare chest, noting the absence of those muscles he vaguely remembered running his hands over. The hunter's ribs were faintly visible beneath that too taunt skin, splotched with dark bruises and various cuts. The vampire's gaze, however, only dropped lower still, taking in the entirety of the man before him. Abruptly, Sebastian turned from his companion, placing those clothes upon the countertop before crossing the room towards the cabinets. He plucked, from it's depths, a thick, fluffy towel, only to approach the shower stall. "There's some clothes on the counter for you. They might not fit well but...I'll get you something better later." The vampire uttered, speaking nothing of his own momentary wavering or any thoughts he had upon his observations. It was only after William took the towel in hand that Sebastian turned, speaking over his shoulder as he headed towards the door. "Come out into the bedroom when you finish...you still have to tell me what happened."