The quickly darkening blue of his irises turned upwards towards his childhood friend with a look of blatant disbelief. In all the years he had known William, he had never thought his friend was capable of hurting him - even when they had rediscovered one another, William had sworn he could never hunt him. So how then...how was that dagger he knew so well buried into his side? God, it hurt. It sliced easily through every organ it encountered as if it were softened butter till even Sebastian could not see it's smooth psychic blade. The very base of the hilt was pressed roughly against his flesh before, suddenly, it was pulled out with the same abruptness, pulling a pained gasp from the vampire's lips. His hand immediately went to his side, gripping his side as blood poured from the wound, coating his fingertips and staining his shirt. The vampire found himself doubling over in pain, straight into the arms of the man whom had only just declared his love and fealty but merely half an hour prior. He felt William's fingertips catch him before, unexpectedly, those hands were roughly pulled away from him only for someone else to grab him.
It was that familiar tantalizing scent that filled his nose first, even if the vampire was slow to make the connection. Matteo? What was Matteo doing here? Why was he -- those French words upon the fae's lips cut off his train of thought, though his mind was slow to translate them. A soft hiss left the vampire's lips as a way of response, and yet, if only Matteo knew how very difficult that thing was that he asked of him. His body, after all, had already jumped to begin the healing process. Those wounds to his internal organs were carefully being stitched back together as if they had never been shredded and mutilated in the first place. It, however, when combined with his profusely bleeding side, prompted a clawing hunger within the vampire - one that Sebastian so often strove to fiercely control. His nose and otherworldly senses were quick to pick up on the veritable invasion of the once quiet office, even if Sebastian himself hardly moved from his bent over position within the fae's arms. His breath had turned near ragged as he listened to his name shouted coupons lips he knew well - first Will....and then...Dorian? God, his lover was going to be furious at him one he saw the state of his office.
It was the press of Matteo's hand against his that drew the majority of Sebastian's attention, despite the chaotic sounds that filled his heightened hearing. That pain was almost grounding, in a way, demanding his focus as the fae's fingers pressed against the bleeding wound. That soft utterance drew his near ebony gaze upwards and towards the Frenchman, his brows furrowed before his head shook ever so slightly. "No...he did not..." Sebastian muttered softly. Such a wound would hardly kill him - William, as a hunter, surely knew that too. Was this...punishment for his failure as a friend? How things had certainly escalated from the last time he had upset Will, that punch had left a bruise he had struggled to cover for weeks. How...foolish had he been to think William had just...left. He should have looked...and William was right to be angry that he hadn't. A soft, shaky breath left Sebastian's lips as Matteo moved to better inspect the wound. His hand fell away from it, if only to better provide Matteo a view of the gash.
The Frenchman's insistence that 'this' was going to feel...peculiar was the only forewarning Sebastian was afforded before he felt that unusual rush of power. His already healing physique accelerated exponentially, his muscles and flesh stitched together before his very eyes to reveal only pristine flesh once again. That pain that had afflicted him had disappeared within moments, leaving the vampire in nearly the same state he had been prior to William's outburst - that is, with the sole exception of that gnawing hunger. Carefully, Sebastian rose to stand, his fingers delicately traced the rip within his button down shirt, that dark crimson stain surely impossible to get out. The vampire hardly had a moment to collect himself before Matteo allowed the release of his husband. Dorian, in turn, wasted no time to all but crash into him, the fae's arms wrapped around his waist as Dorian buried his head into his chest. The Englishman froze at the very proximity of his lover. He could practically hear the fluttering of Dorian's heart, of the blood rushing through his veins. He could smell that sweet scent that was so distinctly Dorian's life force and God, how it made him near salvate! Purposefully, Sebastian swallowed, the navy hue of his gaze briefly fluttered towards his father-in-law and brother-in-law, well aware of their attention focused upon him.
His eyes turned downward to meet the glassy silver irises that so stared up at him. "It is not your fault Dorian, it was my own." Sebastian answered softly. Despite how...unhappy he was with his husband's decision to ban William from the household, he had little intention of letting the fae blame himself for what Sebastian was certain he had little hand in. Will had been...no...he was angry at Sebastian himself...for all the things the Prince hadn't done. The Englishman was, however, unprepared for Dorian's swift explanation for what he had seen in William, for those very reasons that he had banished the Hunter both from their home and, perhaps unintentionally, from Sebastian's own life. The vampire was, admittedly, only half listening to that explanation. It was a struggle to remain attentive to his lover's words when he was so keenly aware of each echoing beat of Dorian's heart - of all of their hearts. God, how good they would taste. How much better he could make them taste! His tongue fluttered over his upper lip before that questioning hint within his lover's Italian lit drew his attention back to the Monarch in front of him. "I'm fine." He uttered simply, that response was near automatic for the Englishman, even if he was rather certain he was very much not fine.
His lover's explanation of his affinity was one that was not largely surprising. After all, he remembered their first Halloween and Dorian's confusion over those lights that flickered around every living being but himself. Dorian's capabilities had clearly grown since then and yet...he could not fault the King for keeping such things to himself. After all, even Sebastian had not been entirely forward with his lover on what he was able to do. Still, the Englishman found himself near...struggling to form a proper response to his husband. His thoughts, no matter how much he tried to focus his attention, kept deviating to one singular thing - his hunger. It was near overwhelming. Sebastian's only saving grace was that the scent of blood within the room was the only one that failed to entice him. Carefully he reached out, gingerly grabbing his husband by the shoulders if only to push the fae King several steps away from him. Though he had hoped he might find a way to persuade his husband against his previous decisions, this conversation seemed as if it was destined to happen in front of Dorian's family - of which Sebastian was certain he was likely to find little support for his cause. Still, that distance between himself and his lover at least provided him with some room to think.
There was a certain sort of tenseness to his frame as his hands clasped behind his back. Though the stance was habitual, so too did it serve to restrain himself from those...lingering desires. His in-laws, after all, already eyed those marks upon his husband with some hint of...subtle disdain. He could hardly imagine their reaction to witnessing it would be better. Sebastian cleared his throat before his lips parted. "I....was aware that William was...not entirely of a right mind. He came to me for help...and..." His voice trailed off as he glanced away from the trio. And...what? Exactly? In what way could he possibly help someone with such a fractured mind? A soft sigh left his lips before he continued in a softer voice. "I had hoped that with some food, a good night rest, some....stability.....and maybe some help with his power he'd...be okay. It's why I asked if you could speak to Alexander. I am sorry I misjudged what he was capable of...and what help we could offer him." Though Sebastian had no intention of turning away his childhood friend in his time of need, he had been...foolish to think his lover and family might be willing to assist him in those matters that were of distinct importance to the vampire. As if Sebastian had not learned from his first marriage? There were some things best done without his significant other's knowledge, though little was likely to occur tonight. No - Sebastian merely had to ensure William did not end up imprisoned for the night's events...or worse, dead. "Where is he?"
His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy