Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The Italian Prince settled upon the plush comfort of his bed, his phone once again in hand. He had every intention of seeing to messaging Dorian's godfather when the slight jiggle of the door handle once again ensnared his attention. The navy blue of his irises glanced up, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side as he watched William push the door open just an inch. It was hardly the first time he'd done it and Sebastian was certain the man hadn't dressed yet. What a peculiar trait William had picked up...though considering what vague details he had gotten so far, perhaps he shouldn't be terribly surprised? A small frown crossed his lips before his gaze turned back down towards his phone and the text message he had only just begun to craft. His fingers were still deftly moving across the screen when William emerged from the bathroom several moments later, Sebastian well aware of the Dark Hunter's presence even if he hardly glanced upward. It wasn't until he pressed the 'send' button that the vampire finally placed his cellphone down on the nightstand, right as William made himself entirely comfortable upon the plush bed sheets.

Admittedly, Sebastian was wholly caught off guard by the sensation of William's head upon his thigh. Those physical gestures of affection had always been....particularly clandestine between the pair of men - those touches often stolen when their families were otherwise preoccupied. Then again...now such societal norms no longer restricted either to a rigid set of demeanors expected of them. A soft simper danced upon his features as Sebastian leaned back upon the bed, his navy hued irises turned upwards towards the textured ceiling above the four poster bed. That quiet declaration that William had missed him drew the dark hue of the Englishman's gaze towards his childhood friend's. Their eyes met as the vampire returned the sentiment. He was aware, naturally, of the effect those words had upon the Duke. His own predatory supernatural senses could near hear the fluttering of William's heart, even if he chose not to voice that observation. Rather, it was that final chance to ask those inquiries that had been growing upon his mind that drew the entirety of Sebastian's attention - the first of such questions surely anticipated.

That frown one again fluttered across his features as William winced at the very inquiry. This, it seemed, was one that brought him some measure of pain, though why, Sebastian hadn't the faintest idea. The Prince fell to silence as William began to speak of the evening the pair had last spent together on those Victorian streets as mortal men, the night one Sebastian too remembered well, even if his own awakening was far more hazy and filled with bloodlust. He watched as William suddenly rose, the very talk of his maker seemingly...stressful, though this was something Sebastian understood well. Anna-Marie was nothing short of utterly...exhausting at the best of times, placating the girl often resulted in agreeing to a myriad of things Sebastian had little to no desire to partake in. Nevertheless, the Englishman remained where he was, reclining comfortably upon the bed as William explained the very extent of his abilities - those blades he spoke of were ones he knew well, his own husband capable of summoning something distinctly similar...albeit without the negative side effects of apparent madness.

His brows furrowed ever so slightly as William spoke of all he had done beneath the lure of those summoned weapons, that very discovery of all William had lost had been seemingly too great for the Dark Hunter. Truly...Sebastian almost...pitied his friend for how the past had torn him asunder. Still, that tale came full circle to that very answer that he sought, the reasoning behind William's capture and continual efforts to evade the species he was a part of. For several moments, in the wake of that story, Sebastian remained quiet, his overly analytical brain simply evaluating their best course of action with little thought spared for the lives that had been lost centuries ago. "So we either have to convince the council you have control over your weapons....or put you out of their reach...or, even better...perhaps both." He mused after a moment, his gaze finally turning to meet those chocolate colored eyes. "That shouldn't be too difficult. William, how would you like a job as my bodyguard? It's dreadfully boring and filled with lots of standing....and the occasional assination attempt but....mostly over eager fangirls."