This evening was not going....as planned. Perhaps, to a certain extent (though he would never admit it), Alexander had been correct and he should not have toyed with that ring and yet really, a mere teleportation ring should hardly have caused this much grief! Where on earth had it taken them too if this was not Alexander's cafe? Yet, the very street looked nothing short of familiar, at least at first glance. For several moments Matteo was merely inclined to continue to stare at what should have been his Father's cafe front. The very notion that perhaps he had drunk more then he had believed last night only seemed to further that frown upon his features before the Frenchman offered that very consideration to Alexander in turn. Matteo, until that moment, having been all but oblivious to his companions efforts to garner his attention. The near dramatic sigh that left Alexander's lips prompted the raise of one of Matteo's eyes before Alex's hands so firmly grasped his shoulders. Matteo's attention abruptly fixated upon his Father then in mild surprise at that very gesture and yet, finally, his attention seemed to remain upon the Hunter entirely as Alexander queried his knowledge of the multiverse theory. Along with the apparent declaration that this was not the city they were so familiar with but rather...an alternate version of it.
"Perhaps it was you who hit your head, oui."
Matteo near anticipated that distinctly displeased look his Father was sure to afford him. The Frenchman was unable to prevent that slight chuckle that rose within his throat and yet, he supposed, Alexander's theory held....some merit. In the very least it explained the presence of a Hardware store with largely overpriced paint where that Inner Sanctum should surely have been. The very notion that the ring, however, was required to recharge in some fashion so at last seemed to register within the Frenchmans thoughts. Had not Alexander suggested a few days? This, perhaps, explained the hint of worry that existed within his companions voice. So many years at Alexander's side having resulted in Matteo's own ability to near flawlessly detect that worry- even when the Macedonian strove to hide it. They had not shoes, let alone clothing. Matteo equally assured their wallets were back within Chambord- in an alternate reality. This was perhaps more of a problem then he had anticipated.
"I won't be able to teleport."
Matteo, it seemed, was far slower to come to those very relisations his Father had already deduced. Teleportation, after all, required a distinct knowledge of just where was safe to teleport too. In this....world the very places he knew were, quite possibly, non-existant- or replaced within something else entirely like that...hardware store before him. Alexander's near irritated muttering in regards to the name of that very store prompted the Frenchmans gaze upward to eye that notable pun. Hmm. Aiden would have appreciated such a thing. Matteo, for the first time, so considering exactly where Aiden was in this world. Alexander's sudden suggestion that Dorian and Sebastian were fated prompted Matteo away from his own inner thoughts. The very notion that his son and son-in-law would have clothing was nothing short of appealing- along with those answers. Matteo's own head bobbed in agreement.
"They are destined for one another, unequivocally. It...should be the same in any universe. Fate was certain about them."
Dorian and Sebastian had been....more than fate. If there was such a thing. The pair veritably destined for one another in every way. Such a thing as that, surely, would transcend even the realities of another world. Alexander stepped forward then to begin that long trek to the North side and the home Sebastian and Dorian kept, Matteo moved to join his companion only for another woman to stride past them- her gaze lingering distinctly on Alexander- much to his father's apparent disgruntlement. How very mausing this might have been- were it not becoming cooler and cooler with each passing moment.It was going to be dark by the time they reached Dorian's home at this rate!
"I can't remember the last time I walked to Dorian's house. At least now I know why it is so you are always so grumpy. It is all the walking. How very...mortal this is."
Another chuckle rose easily from within his chest. Matteo, as always, was so seemingly unflappable no matter the situation. The Fae's good humour hardly faltered as the pair made their way down the street- much to the amusement of nearly every person they passed. How very much Matteo might so normally have enjoyed that attention and yet how distinctly assured he was that less attention, within this world, might surely have been more preferable. As if on cue a distinctly appreciative wolf whistle sounded from somewhere across the street- followed by the shout of a passing man to 'put some clothing on'. Ah, if only they had any to wear! Matteo's arms folded across his chest in at least some attempt at modesty- along with an effort to stay warm. That weather was nothing short of mild and yet that breeze was certainly cool.
Matteo's elbow shifted to nudge at his companions ribs. The Frenchman gestured to that building site only a few yards ahead. Several orange safety vests had been left unattended agianst a traffic cone. It was hardly the ideal outfit and yet it was....something. The near dubious look his father afforded him was met with a simple shrug of his own shoulders.
"If you wish to walk around like that then I shall hardly stop you, Mon Amie, but as it is, my nipples could cut glass. I'm cold."
Matteo near abruptly disappeared from beside his companion then. The Frenchman reappeared briefly beside that traffic cone only to snatch two of those high visibility vests from it before disappearing once more and returning to Alexander's side. One of those vests was duly offered towards him as Matteo slipped his own into place. How distinctly....like the VIllage People they looked and yet, he supposed, this was hardly the worst outfits they had ever worn. In the very least they no longer had their chests exposed. Hmmm. How difficult it would be to explain this to Dorian and Sebastian. Matteo fell back into step with Alexander once more as the pair continued that stroll through the city and into those Northern suburbs. How distinctly....similar and yet....different that city was all at once. So many of those shop fronts and streets were the same and yet, peppered throughout, those differences were strikingly clear in turn. It was, as Matteo had anticipated, nothing short of dark by the time they reached the street his son lived on. The near ancient Fae was equally certain his feet were but moments from falling off. Hmmm. How much had changed since the days in which Alexander and himself had marched for miles upon miles with that army. How relieved he was to see the home Dorian and Sebastian shared. Even if it looked a little....different.
Those imposing gates and multitude of guards were notably absent. The home itself, while somewhat similar on the outside, lacked the gardens that had bloomed so enthusiastically at Dorian's command. Matteo's features frowned once more and yet the Frenchman moved to lead the way up that drive all the same before pausing at the front door. His gaze shifted near quizzically to Alexander.
"What if we are already here? That is to say, what if the you and I that belong in this world are already inside? How do we explain our existence to ourselves? I am quite certain I know myself rather well and I will not believe myself, Mon Amie. I am also certain the you of this world will attempt to murder us both and the me of this world will assit you because my gracious loyaalty to you knows no bounds."
Matteo was certain that he had seen enough movies to know that seeing oneself in any sort of...alternate reality so rarely ended well. The Frenchman contemplated those very notion for several moments before his hand reached to turn that door handle. Matteo daring to open that door and peer momentarily inside. The house was....silent. The lack of barking dogs was almost surprising. Matteo shifted forward to peer further into that house before, at last, waving Alexander in behind him. The pair left standing within that grand entrance room and yet while that room was certainly familiar- that furniture was laid out...differently. Dorian's artworks no longer adorned those walls, those family photos were equally absent and too there was a near distinct...femininity about that lounge. Matteo near assured someone had added several pastel pink cushions to the sofa he hardly recalled from last time. Had they allowed Elizabeth to decorate? The near ancient Fae glanced curiously back toward his Father then. Alexander too was no doubt aware of how strikingly different that house felt. Matteo's voice rose then to call into that seemingly empty space.
c'est dur d'être un dieu.