when I walk into the room there's nothing you can do
To stop me from making moves
I'm coming for you
As much as the Dark Hunter despised to admit it, even he was surprised by the very state he'd found his son within. Sebastian's affinities had entirely overrode the fae's naturally unwavering disinterest within the same-sex. In all the centuries he had spent with Matteo, he had never witnessed the Frenchman ever consider for the briefest moment indulging in those sexual encounters with another man. Now, however, Matteo seemed...nothing short of eager to enjoy everything that Sebastian had offered him. It was...impressive how abruptly that shift seemed to happen within the fae the moment Sebastian's affinities fell to the wayside. They had made the mistake of underestimating the vampire and yet...their Sebastian had never seemed so...brazen, much less this powerful. Alexander's brow furrowed ever so slightly at his own internal considerations, his fingers deftly working at the shoelaces on the dress shoes he'd pilfered from the Englishman while Matteo dressed in a flurry of French curses. It was only his son's indignation at the outfit he'd been given that caused Alexander to glance upwards, the Monarch merely suggested Matteo might look through Sebastian's wardrobe himself if he so desired, knowing all the while the fae would not.
He hardly missed that look of displeasure upon the fae's features, Matteo so quickly lashing out in a near childish manner. Over the years, Alexander had become strikingly used to the Frenchman's demeanor, much less those times in which the fae strove to hide his emotions behind those biting words. Once upon a time, such...tantrums were a frequent part of their relationship. Now, however, they were far more rare and yet, Alexander was entirely willing to play that role Matteo cast him in. It was all too easy to be the fae's outlet for those feelings that demanded to be expressed in one way or another though he hadn't expected desiring another man to prompt such...distress within his son. His response was nothing short of goading as he insisted Matteo should have maintained some level of control, a feat he suspected was near impossible, given what Sebastian had managed to achieve. He could near see the irritation upon his son's features and yet, whatever words Matteo might have retorted with never left the fae's lips. How different that verbal disagreement might have played out was the very vampire that had coaxed such vexing feelings to the surface not present within the room.
It was the very thought of the incubus that prompted Alexander's attention to turn towards the Englishman. His own observations forced Sebastian's admittance that, perhaps, he had his suspicions of where their Dorian was. How unsurprised Alexander was by Matteo's interjection that the vampire hardly deserved to meet his son after the incubus' 'stunt' upon the sofa. Sebastian hardly seemed...perturbed by this declaration, though truly how could he be when the vampire had no idea of the extent of what Matteo threatened to take from him. A distinctly unimpressed look crossed Alexander's features as his gaze turned towards the Frenchman. Truly Matteo did not intend to impede their chance to find some level of comfort for the next few days they were stuck within this world, did he? The very disbelief upon his features were mirrored upon Sebastian's own, their glances alone enough to prompt Matteo's insistence that he had somehow been violated. The soft utterance of that English lit drew Alexander's gaze towards the incubus, Matteo's sharp rebuke prompted little more than a bemused simper and a gentle shrug of Sebastian's shoulders. Matteo, it seemed, was hardly the first straight man that Sebastian had tempted, judging by the incubus' reaction. A soft breath left Alexander's lips as Matteo insisted he would turn Sebastian to ash before he stormed out of the home.
The Macedonian's head shook ever so slightly as he rose to his feet, ordering the vampire at his side to get dressed. The vibrancy of his oceanic gaze hardly shifted from the Englishman, Alexander simply..watching as Sebastian retrieved his shirt, deftly pulling it back over his head. Truthfully...he could hardly blame Matteo for falling sway to the Englishman's charms. Even with those pheromones gone, Alexander could hardly forget those feelings Sebastian had prompted within him, feelings that his own thoughts lingered heavily upon as he so critically eyed the vampire's fit physique. The bright blue of Sebastian's gaze turned towards him, the very weight of those eyes enough to turn Alexander's gaze from the Englishman as he led the way out the door and into the crisp evening air. A slight gesture of his hand was all that was necessary for Sebastian to take the lead, Alexander and Matteo falling step behind him in utter silence. Alexander's attention deviated briefly towards the homes they passed, the Monarch noting those subtle differences even here as the Englishman led them several blocks further into the opulent neighborhood. They hardly had to walk terribly long, however, before the extravagance of the mansion they were seeking came into view. It was near impossible to ignore, the golden laden details and lush gardens so uniquely embodied the Italian fae they searched for. How very...flamboyantly royal the home looked!
"How did we miss this?" He muttered towards Matteo as the pair approached the gates, Sebastian instead falling behind them. Alexander thought little of the attentiveness of the guards, that was, until the pair stared at them with palpable shock. The mutterance his title had certainly not gone unnoticed by Alexander, his brow rising ever so slightly as the blue-green of his gaze turned inquisitively towards Matteo. That exchanged look hardly lasted long before one of the guard's recovered, the man stammering how...surprised he was to see the pair alive. Alive? They were...dead? The corner of his lips tilted downward in a frown. As...unexpected news as that was...it certainly had its benefits. At the very least the pair no longer had to fret over meeting themselves. The gates were quickly pushed open to grant the trio of men admittance, Alexander content to lead the way up the drive and towards the home that awaited them. After all, it was probably best not to question the guards, at least, their perceived death. Though how they intended to sidestep their origins and their return was another matter entirely, much less if they intended to. Such considerations were momentarily cast aside as Matteo questioned Sebastian upon his 'death'.
The very wording of that query prompted Sebastian's brows to rise in a hint of confusion. "I have no idea who you are but you seem....very much alive to me." The vampire responded, his tongue gingerly shifted towards those pointed fangs, his thoughts so clearly deviating to just how much the vampire enjoyed that very flush of 'life' he had coaxed from Matteo. Alexander could hardly help the roll of his eyes. "He's useless Matteo." The Hunter insisted, certain Sebastian could hardly provide them any further details of the lives they were attempting to fit into. The small group arrived at the front door of the estate, Matteo's almost...hesitating to knock upon the door. Alexander made no move to pressure the fae, however, certain his son had put up with enough for tonight as he waited patiently for the fae's hand to rise. Lightly, the Frenchman's knuckles rapped against the thick mahogany door. The very sound of fist upon wood prompting nothing but silence from the inside of the estate for several long moments. Faintly, Alexander could hear movement upon the other side of the door, the trio attentively waiting as the large wood slowly swung inward to reveal a petite young woman.
They hardly had a moment to offer her even a syllable before her lips parted. That ear splitting scream caused even Alexander to wince, though it certainly gave way just how....long it must have been if their return from death could prompt this reaction! Almost suddenly, the young woman's legs crumpled beneath her as she fell onto the ground in an undignified heap. The shock was seemingly...too much for her. For a moment, the three men were simply left staring at her, none of them terribly inclined, it seemed, to check on her until Matteo's voice shattered the silence left in her wake. "Somehow...I do not think it was because of your attractiveness." Sebastian piped up, the vampire clearly unwilling to let that barb go without retaliation. Frankly, Alexander was surprised at the Englishman's capability to...spar with Matteo when Sebastian was so often passive when it came to his father-in-law. The very declaration earned the vampire the weight of Alexander's gaze. "He's right, you don't look any different." The Dark Hunter offered, his shoulder lifting in a vague shrug.
Alexander followed within Matteo's wake, easily stepping over the young woman and into the house. A small gesture for Sebastian to follow was all that was necessary before the Englishman too entered the home, Alexander closing the door behind them, albeit it with some slight nudging of the young fallen woman's arm with his foot. It was that soft gasp that drew Alexander's gaze upwards, just in time to see Dorian step into the entryway.
His godson, at the very least appeared much the same as their Dorian, albeit his wardrobe far more casual than Alexander had ever witnessed the fae wear. It was...silly, really, but a part of the Macedonian felt...relieved that at least Dorian was a constant they could count on when the world was riddled with differences. Alexander and Matteo, however, were hardly the only ones taken with the Italian King's arrival within the front hallway. Sebastian too stood poised behind the two men, his brows knitted together ever so slightly as the bright crystalline blue of his gaze traced those toned muscles of the fae's arms. He eyed those tousled brunette locks just as Sebastian watched those enigmatic silver irises that became glassy with the single word that left the fairy's lips. Dad? It certainly explained why Matteo had been searching so diligently for Dorian. That embrace between father and son certainly...touching, even the ever grumpy Alexander seemed to hold a hint of a softness to his features. That helpless look prompted an almost pointed one from the Macedonian in return. Their death and subsequent return to life had seemingly affected the youngest fae a great deal. Those whispered words of reassurance only seemed to prompt the muffled sound of sobs to increase as Dorian buried his head within his father's shoulder. Alexander, in turn, was more than willing to allow the two their moment, his throat clearing ever so softly as he glanced down towards the young woman crumpled in front of Sebastian's feet.
The sound alone was all that seemed necessary to draw Dorian's gaze upwards, the fae's noticing Alexander for the first time. The last thing the Macedonian anticipated, however, was to find himself embraced with the same zeal. It was the first time Dorian had ever hugged him, much less clung to him. Alexander hardly had a moment to respond before Dorian was insisting how much he missed them and how long they had searched. It pained him, in a way, to know that those very emotions might only be dredged up again when the pair left for the world they properly belonged within. It was that mention of 'Clarissa', however, that seemed to ensnare both fae's attention. Matteo's question was one that Alexander himself nearly echoed before Dorian stepped away from his embrace to check upon the woman at their feet. Unsurprisingly, she hardly seemed to rouse from that gentle shake, that shock seemingly had overwhelmed the feeble woman's system entirely. It was that declaration that Clarissa was Dorian's wife however, that seemed to prompt some measure of surprise upon even Alexander's features, his gaze deviating briefly towards Matteo's own. As far as he knew, a Clarissa had never existed within their Dorian's life...and yet clearly she had been his wife for longer than they had been absent. He was quick to attempt to push aside that astonishment as Dorian's silver eyes turned towards him, inquiring if Matteo had hit his head. A soft snort left Alexander's nose, "More times than you will ever know." He muttered, though Dorian's attention hardly lingered upon the topic long before, inevitably, the Italian King's gaze turned towards Sebastian.
The ardent blue of Sebastian's irises met those still glassy silver ones, his head shook ever so slightly to the side, dismissing the fae's apology. "An apology is hardly necessary. It's a pleasure to meet you, Dorian. I'm Sebastian." His hand so effortlessly fit within Dorian's own and yet how aware Sebastian was of that bright red string that dangled between them. For nearly a century he had been avoiding that string, the vampire steadfast on his belief that the love he'd found with his own wife was enough. Now...to meet the one fate had ordained for him, and to know in turn that he belonged to someone else...brought a tightness to his chest that Sebastian had never anticipated. This singular moment, with Dorian's hand nestled within his was all he would ever have. That soft clearing of the Frenchman's throat seemed to break that spell between the two men, Sebastian immediately dropping Dorian's hand to fade again into the backdrop as Dorian's staff quickly filled the hall to assist with Dorian's wife. Alexander and Matteo in turn seemed quick to forget about Sebastian, the pair of men following Dorian further into the house as the Italian inquired where they had been all this time. A soft sigh left Alexander's lips. As easy as it would have been to lie to the poor boy and to again disappear without a trace...even his heart could not do such a thing to Dorian. "I fear that is something we need to discuss with you...preferably alone." Alexander commented, his head nodding lightly towards the staff and the still form of Clarissa that had been placed carefully upon the sofa of the living room.