His Royal Highness, The Crowned Prince of Italy
A warm simper spread across the royal's features at the promise that the intricacies of their...unique relationship would be largely kept from the Ark's Alpha - and his own brother-in-law. Sebastian was well aware of how his fraternizing might look and yet...he had never before denied himself when he took a liking to any singular individual. Despite his own self imposed boundaries with Carolina, he saw little reason to begin now. The crystalline hue of his gaze lingered upon the young woman as she moved effortlessly about her kitchen. The sharp sound of the styrofoam boxes being opened almost seemed to reverberate loudly in the otherwise quiet space to Sebastian's sensitive ears. Still...how he could smell the crepes, even from his place at her dining room table. The sweetness of the bananas coated in sugar to the rich delectableness of the chocolate from his own chosen desert. How the smells intermingled so potently to the vampire, the man incapable of helping that flick of his tongue against his sharpened canines in subtle display of desire.
His head tilted almost inquisitively to the side at the sound of something else, the bright blue of his irises flickered towards the bedroom as a feline emerged with a sleepy 'meow'. Sebastian could hardly help the glance of surprise upon his features as Carolina commented after her feline. His head shook ever so slightly as the vampire commented he hardly minded them in the least, even if Sebastian had taken to surrounding himself largely by canines instead. It was the musical sound of laughter upon the young woman's lips that drew Sebastian's gaze back up towards the girl and yet...how...quaint that idea was that the pair had merely chosen to exist with one another rather than the possessive ownership Sebastian had over Maxwell. "You didn't take him with you?" The Englishman inquired, watching the feline as he slinked through the room. His gaze deviated from Greyson only as the young woman approached him with mismatched plates in hand. Sebastian watched as she placed his crepe in front of him, only to curl up in her chair as the Englishman reached for his own fork.
He cut the crepe with the side of his fork, glancing upwards at the prodding reminder of all that he promised, accompanied with a flourish of Carolina's fork. A soft chuckle left Sebastian's lips, even as he took a bite of the chocolate flavored crepe he'd purchased for himself. The very sweetness of it burst against his tongue, Carolina herself incapable of stopping that soft groan of delight at the taste of her own delicious dessert. This, he was sure, was exactly the sort of thing needed to chase away the terrors of the night that had earlier distressed the young woman so. It was only once Sebastian swallowed that piece of smooth, chocolatey deliciousness that the vampire conceded, reaching up into the air between them to pluck that bright crimson thread out of nothingness. It neatly fell into the palm of his hand, pooling in gentle waves into a neat, messy bundle that he held out for her inspection. The vampire was hardly oblivious to the glance of astonishment upon her features, her fork placed gingerly on the side of her plate before she leaned over to study the seemingly inconsequential ribbon.
Oh, if only she knew exactly what it was. If only she knew everything that he saw. That singular color that could taint his vision, a spider web of connections that filled the earth for him to manipulate, if he saw fit. His explanation of that thread so perfectly left out exactly what it was, the man instead focusing upon what it could do for them rather than it's original true purpose. He watched as that smile of understanding crossed her lips, the woman so clearly trusting him as she held out her wrist. "It is very handy." Sebastian agreed, delicately reaching out to tie the satin ribbon around her wrist and into a neat bow against the warmth of her skin. He allowed her that moment to run her fingers across its surface, the other end of the ribbon tying itself around his wrist at his whim in an equally as perfected bow. The moment was fleeting, however, before the ribbon seemed to disappear as if it had never been there at all.
That ribbon, though it certainly had its uses in assisting him with fulfilling his promise, also had it's limitations. Though it would help him find her, and though it would inform him of when she was close to death, it would hardly inform him if she was in trouble. That distinction was important, as far as Sebastian was concerned, prompting the man to clarify exactly it's capabilities. His insistence that he'd hope he'd notice her absence, at least, prompted a warm smile upon her features. "Don't worry darling, I'd miss the taste of your blood too much." He teased her effortlessly, providing an equally as jesting wink towards her. Sebastian picked up his fork once again, cutting off another piece of the crepe as Carolina inquired weather the ribbon around her wrist would help her find him, if it was ever necessary. His head tilted to the side in consideration, the vampire chewing thoughtfully on the piece of crepe he'd taken for himself before his shoulders lifted in a vague shrug. "Usually, no, but I suspect after we exchange blood, it might. I doubt you'll have full control of it though. It will probably be more of one of those...when one of us is in need of it, sort of things." Sebastian paused, glancing down at the crepe upon her place. "Save me a bite of that, will you love? There is something I'd like to try."
darling I'll make you my next victim
I need to hear the sweet sound of your moans