Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

How well Sebastian remembered those first few years after his transformation - years in which he would have largely preferred to forget. Without his maker there, the newly turned vampire had been left to figure out what he was on his own. He remembered that insatiable hunger that had filled him in those first few hours. Just as he remembered that look upon his first victim's face when his instincts had taken ahold of him and his fangs had wound up buried within her neck. She hadn't deserved it, that death, but he hadn't known how to stop. How many had died within those early years? Far, far more than Jack the Ripper had ever claimed. That past was so easily brushed aside by Sebastian, neither men, he was sure, were the same they had been back then. Those sins they'd both committed were but distant scars on their souls. The present mattered far more and the man before him hardly looked like he was willing to kill even a fly. The very suggestion of a job, however, seemed to wholly take his childhood friend aback. This, apparently, not the sort of reaction that Will had anticipated from him. Perhaps he was being...selfish in using his own vastly accumulated wealth to anchor William at his side but...somewhere, deep down, there was still the fear that the Dark Hunter might leave otherwise, even though he had insisted he wouldn't.

It was William's voice that drew Sebastian from his thoughts. "Hm?" He asked, betraying his momentary inattentiveness before the realization of those words prompted a soft chuckle upon the Englishman's lips. "Oh, bollocks, yes you would have, mate." He commented, lightheartedly, a smile spread across his features as if the pair were merely discussing some playful row and not Sebastian's true death at the tip of Wiliam's blade. It was, perhaps, unnecessary to request his companion at least forgo murdering his staff, that light tease upon William's lips caused Sebastian's brow to rise as he gave his companion a distinctly unimpressed look. Nevertheless, the vampire hardly pressed the matter, instead inclined to inform his friend of exactly what being his bodyguard so entailed - namely the assassination efforts and over-enthusiastic fangirls. The very notion of a 'fangirl' seemed to wholly baffle the aged aristocrat, not that Sebastian could blame him. They were near nonexistent within their own day and age. Those letters that Sebastian received, the gifts, the fanfare, all of it would have been deemed grossly inappropriate whereas now it was merely a consequence of being royalty. That definition seemed...adequate enough, however, Will's thoughts so clearly turned elsewhere and away from the women that so wished to mob the Italian Prince if they were given the opportunity.

It was that title his staff had addressed him as, however, that seemed to dwell heavily upon Will's mind. His offhanded comment of the English monarch prompted a peal of soft laughter upon his lips as Sebastian's head shook ever so slightly. The Queen, he was certain, still had a few many years left within her - the Prince's admittance that he had seen her recently seemed surprising enough to cause William to sit upwards from his position. Sebastian's tongue brushed across his bottom lip though he hardly gave Will the moment to voice his confusion before he declared the country that he had become the heir of. The Englishman watched silently as William seemed to freeze, any hint of comprehension all but gone from the Duke's features. Oh, how well he knew this news would affect his friend, particularly when those feelings between them still lingered - eternally destined, it seemed, to be denied. Abruptly, the Dark Hunter shifted, his spine straightening as he stared at Sebastian, only to declare the 'joke' wasn't terribly 'funny'. A small simper crossed his features as his shoulders lifted in a vague shrug. "It's not a joke, Will. Do you want to see my signet ring?" The vampire inquired, holding up his left hand - that very ring so used to symbolize his position, much like the royalty of yore, even if it was merely symbolical these days.

Sebastian watched as those gears slowly clicked in place in William's mind, that realization of what must have happened in order for the vampire to gain his newfound place in the status quo surely dawning upon him. William's hand rose, his fingers raking through his wet locks before he slowly glanced upwards. Sebastian could hear that hurt within William's voice as he uttered those two words, words they both knew the answer to well before Sebastian uttered even a syllable. How well Sebastian knew those words would hurt William and yet, by the same token, so too could he never discount his husband. "I am." He spoke softly after a moment of silence, only to add in careful consideration, "But...that doesn't change anything, not between us, Will. I still want you here. Your still my best friend and..." He paused, the Englishman leaning forward to close the distance between the two of them, his lips hovering just an inch away from the Dark Hunter's ear as his voice dropped to something far more...breathy. "...and I still need to hear the sweet sound of your moans..." The dark blue of the Incubus' gaze darted towards those deep chocolate eyes before he slowly pulled away, just slightly, that foreign lit still hardly more than a whisper as he continued, "...so don't think you're off the hook just yet."