when I walk into the room there's nothing you can do
To stop me from making moves
I'm coming for you
An audible sigh left the Dark Hunter's lips as Matteo effortlessly brushed away the distinctly....potent problem upon their hands. That insistence that it had been Alexander that had hit his head prompted a unimpressed glimpse upon his features and yet, despite all appearances, he knew Matteo was considering the possibility of it all. There was, after all, undeniable differences between this street and the one in their world that they knew so well - one in which there was not a hardware store. It was hardly the missing cafe, however, that truly weighed heavily upon the conqueror's mind. After all, it would take some time before the ring recharged enough to send them back to their timeline and...in the meantime....he had little notion of what this world's version of himself had done...or was presently doing. Matteo's sudden realization of just how dangerous any usage of those powers he so frequently relied upon were caused the King's brow to rise, this a contemplation that Alexander, in turn, had already considered. "It's best you don't." Alexander answered in agreement. With the cafe gone, and the pair reduced to anything within walking distance, they had but one singular hope - Dorian.
His very inquiry upon just how fated the couple was resulted in a firm nod from the Frenchman. Weather or not fate remained as unwavering in this universe remained to be seen and yet, for once, Alexander was willing to put his faith in love. It was far better then the possibility of lingering in darkened alleyways and thieving for several days. It was with a wayward glance and a grumbling of the store's name that Alexander finally stepped away from the store front, it's clerk undoubtedly glad for it, given the way he had taken to suspiciously eying them. He'd hardly managed more than a few feet within the direction of the North, however, before the attentive gaze of a woman upon him drew the oceanic hue of his irises upwards. How...aware he was, in that moment, of his current state of dress, particularly as that once bright afternoon in France was a quickly turning evening in Sacrosanct. He hardly paid the woman any heed beyond a single wayward glance, his attention instead deviated towards the fae at his side. "Have you ever walked to Dorian's house?" The Hunter inquired in blatant disbelief, after all, Matteo was prone to utilize his future sight for those teleportation spots when it fancied him. Alexander had long since given up lecturing the Frenchman on relying too heavily upon those gifts.
Unfortunately, it was hardly Matteo's teleportation that was his primary concern rather than the attention the pair of men were bringing to themselves in their current state of dress. Alexander was well aware of each pair of eyes that danced over their muscular physiques, just as he was aware of those whistles and shouts (those, however, had resulted in a death glare from the Hunter). That gentle nudge drew his gaze towards Matteo, his eyes soon following his companion's own towards the construction site in front of them. Those safety vests were hardly ideal, that singular less than enthused glance upon his features. That shrug upon Matteo's bare shoulders accompanied by the Frenchman's flavorful insistence that he was cold prompted a final sigh of defeat. As much as he hated to admit it....it was getting cold and the stares they were garnering were becoming....troublesome. "Do it." He uttered in exasperation, gesturing loosely towards the unattended vests.
His permission was hardly necessary, admittedly, the Frenchman disappearing within seconds only to reappear besides those cones, snatching the two vests from their resting places before returning with the same speed to his place beside the Macedonian. Alexander took the offered vest, sliding it over his broad shoulders. It hardly brough the warmth he desired but...it was something, even he had to admit that. It was only with those vests securely in place that the pair continued their walk into the Northern suburbs with significantly less scrutiny - a fact he was thankful for. The Dark Hunter was hardly oblivious to those numerous differences that peppered the sidewalks of Sacrosanct - from the movie posters featuring famous actresses he was certain weren't popular within their world to the faintly familiar druggies that ducked out of view with their passing. Those changes were subtle, at first, but nonetheless present.
It was Dorian's home, however, that truly brought those discrepancies to light. The usually flourishing gardens were now little more than well manicured lawns. The deer fountain altogether missing, so too was the fence, gate, and guards that should have stood at attention with their approach. For all intents and purposes, the mansion appeared like every other one upon the street. A clear hint of unease invaded the Dark Hunter's soul as they approached the front door, the Macedonian vaguely considering the possibility that perhaps Dorian and Sebastian had simply...chosen a different home...and yet, it would take them ages to comb the Northern neighborhoods for the only home that seemed overly protected. His own feet, as much as he hated to admit it....were hurting. It had been centuries since he had walked so far barefoot.
Such thoughts, however, were largely kept to himself until Matteo paused abruptly at the front door. His query was, admittedly, one that Alexander had only vaguely considered. Admittedly, he knew the dangers that he might consider this little more than a trick of some supernatural and jump to the attack, much like Matteo anticipated he would. And yet...so too was there the possibility that this Alexander hand stumbled upon the same ring that he had and so knew of the other worlds that might exist in parallel to his own. There were far too many variables to take into account, prompting a soft breath from Alexander. "Then we just hope we do not meet....us." He commented after a moment, a clearly concerned look upon his features even as Matteo finally reached forward to turn the door knob. The men stepped into that otherwise eerily quiet house - the duo hardly greeted with the barking of dogs or even Sebastian's manservant. He trailed wearily after Matteo and into the great room, that furniture distinct...different. A visible frown crossed his lips, the oceanic hue of his irises vaguely met Matteo's own and yet, he could do little beyond offer the fae a small shrug.
The Dark Hunter remained silent as Matteo's voice called out in the empty space. It was a faint sound of movement that near immediately drew Alexander's attention, his gaze shifted immediately towards the hallway as, to his relief, Sebastian meandered into the great room. The vampire near immediately paused, his blue eyes shifting between the two men with some vague hint of curiosity mixed with blatant suspicion. That hardly seemed the look of a vampire that knew them. "Matteo." That word was a softly muttered warning as Sebastian stepped closer towards the, the Englishman placing himself between them and the hallway towards the front door. The Incubus' gaze swept over each of them, eying their fit figures beneath the orange safety vests. "Who are you...and what are you doing in my home?" He inquired, the vampire's brow rising. The last thing Alexander had prepared for, however, was that sudden rush of power that slammed into him like a veritable tsunami. He knew, naturally, what Sebastian was doing the very moment the vampire had reached for his gifts, those pheromones all but shifting with such blatant ease to the vampire's favor, bringing about a lust with an intensity he hadn't known Sebastian was even capable of manifesting. The oceanic hue of his gaze was drawn towards the Incubus, eying that fit figure with a desire he'd never felt before towards his grandson's husband. God, how he wanted to touch the Englishman, to answer those questions...to show Sebastian exactly how...capable he was within those bedsheets. Alexander's head shook ever so slightly, the Monarch striving to fight against those physical desires. "Do you know where Dorian is?" Alexander inquired, striving to focus upon that singular task as a way to ground himself against that lust. How had Matteo failed to mention the Incubus could do this?!
"I do not know a Dorian." Sebastian answered, that English lit somehow more...prominent then Alexander remembered it to be and yet, those navy irises remained steadfast upon Matteo as the vampire stepped closer towards his father-in-law. "You smell....amazing." The Incubus muttered, his attention wholly focused upon the Frenchman.
"Matteo?" Alexander inquired, his hand slow to reach out for that weapon he knew he could summon in mere moments. After all...the vampire was...too lovely to kill and...more importantly, Dorian would be terribly cross...not that their Dorian seemed to...exist with Sebastian in this timeline. He knew, of course, that this was something important, that this required his attentiveness and yet...Alexander struggled to think through that haze of need that Sebastian had filled his vey mind with.