If I die today, it won't be so bad
I can escape all the nightmares I've had
All of my angry and all of my sad gone in the blink of an eye
"Joan was a bit...overzealous and raised some farmers to join the ranks at dawn and naturally Matteo was still sleeping through it all." A soft chuckle reverberated upon the Were-King's lips as his emerald irises glanced towards his father. He had, admittedly, grown up on those tales of battles long since past and yet, there was a distinct difference in hearing them from Matteo as opposed to his Grandfather. The Frenchman had a tendency to brush over his own fumbling in an effort to paint those glorious battles as a triumphant achievement upon his part. Alexander, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy describing in detail each minute mistake the much younger fae had made over the years, if only to provide a sharp contrast to what Tetradore had been told as a child. Alexander's lips parted to continue that tale, only to fall silent. The questioning glance that Aiden provided him, however, was answered only with a brief nod towards the fae. Inquisitively, Tetradore's gaze turned towards his father, watching that distinct red hue that had flooded those silver irises. Matteo had, up to this point, provided the small group a play-by-play summary of the argument occurring upstairs, one they could only vaguely hear as little more than muffled voices. It was, admittedly, surprising to hear that this...Dark Hunter could prompt even the slightest fracture between his brother and brother-in-law. The couple always seemed to be so terribly united in their overabundance of love for one another.
His head shook ever so slightly at his sibling's decision, even as he heard the retreating footsteps above them they informed him the future Matteo had spoken of had already come to pass. Tetradore, peculiarly, had chosen his brother-in-law's side in the disagreement, one that perhaps was surprising to the group at large. It was, he was certain, utterly rediculous that Dorian might find himself disgruntled in any fashion over William's presence. After all, Sebastian was a vampire and surely more than capable of taking care of himself. If he chose William as his friend, surely it was for Dorian to embrace rather than shrink away from, especially when the Hunter's feelings were clearly unreciprocated. William, however, had not escaped Tetradore's ire either. The man certain the Dark Hunter was a fucking idiot in the first place to march into Sebastian's house declare his lover for a married man, and then expect anything to change. All parties, beyond the vampire he currently championed, were acting like dumbasses. A soft breath left his lips though Tetradore saw little reason to vocalize his thoughts any further on that topic then he already had. "So you'd both ridden on the longbowmen." Aiden prompted his Grandfather, and readily that tale was picked up exactly where Alexander he had left off. Matteo, peculiarly, had chosen to remain silent, at least, until it came to the battle's victory celebrations.
His grandfather's prone to excessive drinking was a trait that Aiden had learned early on, though even he was not prepared for how far the elder Dark Hunter was willing to go. A warm laughter left his lips as Matteo so quickly filled in the parts that Alexander had conveniently left out - particularly of an inn and a badly tempered inn keeper. His amusement, however, faded as Matteo's voice cut off near abruptly, that crimson hue flooding his sterling gaze all over again. That frown upon Matteo's features hardly boded well, though Tetradore had almost anticipated the Frenchman to have seen something of his future as Matteo suddenly rose to his feet. The fae's declaration caused a hint of confusion to flutter across his features, the loud crash upstairs only furthering that frown upon his features as his father disappeared. A singular glance was given towards Alexander, his Grandfather quick to get to his feet. Well, it seemed tonight was going to be filled with even more action then Tetradore had expected. The Were-King stood, his own shadows were quick to rush to his call as they embraced his fit physique, only to teleport him into his brother's office.
He only had but a moment to take stock of his surroundings before the man he could only assume was William was thrown away from Sebastian and quite into his path. Tetradore only just managed to dodge out of the way as the Dark Hunter was thrown into the opposite wall, though Aiden saw little reason to help him in any manner. Rather, his arms crossed over his chest as Tetradore purposefully placed himself between the Dark Hunter and his father. He was, admittedly, not terribly concerned for the welfare of his brother-in-law. Vampires were a hearty species, their kind tended to survive through most attacks and the simple sound of him moving well assured Tetradore that Sebastian had hardly been given a true death. It was the appearance of his Grandfather in the doorway that caused his emerald eyes to flutter towards the older Dark Hunter. The Alpha was quick to step out of his Grandfather's way, well aware Alexander was more than capable of handling a single rogue Hunter. Tetradore's presence was, as expected, hardly necessary. At least, that was until Dorian's voice filled the hallway. A wayward glance was cast in his father's direction as Matteo instructed him to stop Dorian. His shoulders lifted in a vague shrug before the Alpha purposefully stepped into the immediate pathway of his sibling. "Dorian, he's going to be fine." Tetradore insisted, though his own low baritone voice was nearly drowned out by the Italian King's own. Dorian's efforts to move around him, however, resulted in the Alpha easily reaching out to grab the fae by the waist, effectively pulling him backward and away from either Sebastian or William. The fae's efforts to escape his grasp were wholly useless, though his squirming certainly provided a....challenge. "Would you just..stay fucking still." The Were-King murmured under his breath, even as he half watched Matteo in the process.
How well he knew the Frenchman would be uninclined to let Sebastian merely bleed, even in spite of the vampire's remarkable capability to heal. He made an effort to hold his sibling only as long as Matteo required, the Frenchman's insistence that he could release Dorian was all that was required for the Were-King to step back, albeit with a soft sigh upon his lips. His emerald eyes lingered, however, upon his brother-in-law. The hunger of vampires was...something he understood all too well, having found himself beneath the fangs of more than one of their kind. Though the Englishman had proven to be nothing but relatively good company, there was a part of the Alpha that remained particularly...tense when it came to releasing his fae sibling to his husband. Though he had certainly never admitted it aloud, Tetradore had become...fond of the family that had adopted him with such open arms.
If I meet God, I'll make him explain
Where was his help when I wanted to change