Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

God, how potent that scent was, even as William trailed closely behind him. It brought that familiar taste of his own venom to his saliva in anticipation of a meal that was, regrettably, not his to have. His tongue slid over those sharpened canines, the navy hue of his irises so surely giving way to that hunger that had unexpectedly risen within him, and yet, Sebastian purposefully strove to keep such thoughts of blood from the forefront of his mind. It was far more of a struggle then he cared to admit. He was, however, distinctly aware of how William's heart pounded in his chest as if further calling to the predator within him, one that was only subdued by Sebastian's distinct care for the man behind him. Thankfully, that walk towards his own bedroom was hardly long before Sebastian skirted around the bed and towards the large marbled bathroom. He gestured lightly towards that shower, only to take his leave in an effort to both regain his composure and fetch William something to wear from the depths of his own wardrobe.

A soft breath of relief left his lips the moment Sebastian entered his walk-in closet. Finally, he could breathe, quite literally. How that blood, when present in such quantity, had a way of clouding his mind! He swallowed that unique taste of his own venom, the blue of his irises momentarily skirting over the clothes within his wardrobe as, somewhere behind him, a doorknob jiggled slightly. Sebastian glanced over his shoulder, the vampire stilling intently as he merely waited. It was hardly long, however, before the muted sound of the shower echoed from the depths of his bathroom. His eyebrows furrowed as he considered the peculiar action - was it meant to be an invitation? It was, perhaps, best not to dwell upon it, Sebastian decided as his slender fingers reached out to rifle through several of his pressed button-down shirts. His own shoulders were, perhaps, a touch broader then Williams, particularly in the current state the poor man seemed in. He'd hardly been oblivious to the way the Dark Hunter's clothes had become ill-fitting, even if he was unaware of the true extent of the damage done to his childhood companion.

It took Sebastian a bit longer then he anticipated to emerge from his wardrobe with a small stack of neatly folded clothing. After all, his own outfits were perfectly tailored to the Prince's physique. It would hardly due for royalty to appear anything left then utterly immaculate in every manner. Sebastian meandered towards his bedroom, placing that stack of clothes upon the bed before settling in an armchair near the window. It was, admittedly, nice to take a break from the work that had thus far demanded the entirety of his attention tonight. He would likely regret putting off those matters that called to his attention tomorrow, the Prince momentarily distracting himself with answering several emails that awaited him whilst William busied himself in the steamy shower stall. His fingers moved deftly across the keyboard of his screen, swiping those words with practiced ease before the sound a voice interrupted him. Sebastian glanced upwards, pressing the off button on his phone as he slid it into his pocket. The vampire gathered those clothes in his hand before he made his way into the bathroom, his palm reaching out to push open the curiously cracked door.

The bathroom held a hint of humidity from the sheer level of heat that William had bathed in, the glass of the standup shower was softly fogged, obscuring just a hint of his companion's form. Even so, the Incubus could hardly help the way the navy blue of his irises wandered....he was aware, of course, of the drastic differences within the Duke's form. Once upon a time, the aristocrat had been...marginally muscular. He'd filled out his form to a point that he'd been nothing short of desirable, even if Sebastian had done well to restrain himself. How....different those memories were to the man that stood before him now. William had lost weight, his chest battered and beaten, and slowly, the vampire's gaze traveled lower and lower down. There were somethings, after all, Sebastian was....incapable of stopping himself from...enjoying. He remained silent, however, of his observations, even if they were both well aware of his wayward gaze. Rather, the Englishman deposited that small stack of clothes upon the granite countertop - the vampire crossing the bathroom towards the cabinets as he reached in to pull out a fluffy white towel.

He was well aware of that flush to William's cheeks as he approached, handing the Hunter the towel. That soft murmur was one Sebastian ignored as he insisted he'd left clothing for William on the vanity. The Prince's head bobbed ever so slightly in response to his friend as he made his way back out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Whatever had happened to his childhood friend had clearly effected the Hunter more than William had let on - the physical ramifications of what he'd endure were....too prominent for Sebastian to merely let the issue rest. A soft breath left his lips as Sebastian moved towards the plush, freshly made King size bed. He settled on the edge, those thoughts weighing heavily upon him. For a moment, Sebastian hesitated before he dared to send an almost tentative text message to his husband's godfather. He was vaguely aware of the bathroom door opening, though he hardly glanced upwards as William paused in the doorway. It was only once William moved towards him that Sebastian glanced up, placing his cellphone on the nightstand. His lips parted, the vampire clearly intending to say something before the Hunter laid down on the bed beside him, his head resting upon Sebastian's thigh in a gesture that, admittedly, took the Prince aback. Although he had been well aware, for some time, of William's feelings...much less his own that he had failed to act upon for the entirety of their lives....this...was somehow more forward than William had been in some time. There had always been a certain sort of...distance between them, one society had required of them and now....well....things were different now.

That surprise fluttered away to an almost gentle smile upon the vampire's features as he leaned back upon the bed, resting comfortably upon his elbows. For several moments, the pair remained silent before, softly, William's voice broke the stillness. Those three, nearly innocent words drew the Englishman's navy irises towards his companion. "I missed you too." He muttered softly, the dark hue of his eyes briefly met William's own before, finally, the Hunter offered him the chance to ask those very queries that so heavily lingered on his mind. "Why do the other Dark-Hunters want you, William?" That answer, after all, was vital...especially when it came to keeping his friend safe and at his side.