Crowned Prince of Italy
How the Englishman adored that beaming simper that so seemed to alight his lover's features. That sheer happiness upon Dorian's face was nothing short of utterly entrancing, prompting the Italian Prince to lean down and place a genteel kiss on his husband's forehead. Gently, Sebastian attempted to encourage his husband to complete his work with the reminder that Aiden would surely arrive in a few moments. The fae King, however, seemed finally satisfied with his artwork as he announced it finally complete. Matteo was quick to take charge, now that the last piece of that present was complete. That summoned pen was passed around the small group as each member of their family added their name to the card - one that ended with Sebastian himself. It was only once the Prince's signature was scrawled ever so neatly beside his husband's own that he handed the intricately crafted card back to the fae. The Englishman was hardly oblivious to that shift in dynamics within their congregation, just as he too was aware of those subtle changes to the Frenchman himself. His heart was hardly as steady as usual - the fae more prone to that flighty fluttering that came with anxiety. It prompted far more of that delectable blood to flow through Matteo's veins, filling the man's immediate area with an altogether tantalizing scent that Sebastian alone could smell. How it called to him, that sweet, sweet aroma. How....delicious it would be, causing his tongue to brush across his fang.
It was the abrupt utterance of his own name pushed those vampiric thoughts immediately from the forefront of his mind as his head bobbed ever so slightly. He reached for that ebony wrapped box - the color quite the theme for this birthday. Sebastian's grip upon the liquor was delicate as he trailed behind his lover, following the small family out and into the crisp evening air. The very warmth of that heavy summer upon his skin was all the more delightful - the open air, in turn, made it all the easier to stand beside his father-in-law without dwelling upon that taste of the fae's blood upon his tongue. He watched as Matteo and Alexander closed the warehouse door, concealing the sleek vehicle nestled within its depths. The soft touch of Dorian's fingers against his own drew the blue of his irises, the vampire gifting his lover with a small, warm simper. They hardly had to wait long, however, before Aiden himself rounded the corner (yet another scent that so teased the undead Englishman), only to pause in his tracks at the very sight of all of them. That sudden inquiry on what lie Dorian had told to coax the Were-King here, however, caused his attention to shift as the pair bickered in hushed tones. It was almost endearing, truly, to see how the relationship between father and son had evolved over the better part of two years - from that strained distance to a casual banter that brought a simper to his features.
It was, unfortunately, rather fleeting, however, as Matteo attempted to warn them of the possibility that their gift might not be received with the same warm enthusiasm it surely deserved. That sudden flutter of nervousness to his lover's heart near immediately ensnared his attention, Sebastian's eyebrow furrowed ever so slightly in return. How he hoped Matteo was wrong! For all the concern his lover felt over that shift within his sibling, he was hardly sure he could bear that disheartened look if Aiden was to outright refute that present. Any further conversation on the topic, however, was cut off abruptly as Aiden approached the small group - only to demand to be informed how all four of them had somehow gotten lost when the shape of the Ark sat hulking on the horizon. The shift of the Were's gaze over the group seemed to hesitate, however, upon the vampire himself. More specifically, it was the box held within Sebastian's hands that seemed to contort the Were's features from something of skepticism to one of blatant discontent. How anyone could abhor such a fine liquor, however, was lost upon Sebastian as the vampire's eyebrow rose ever so slightly. Thankfully, Matteo was quick to take charge, the Frenchman insisting that neither Aiden nor their family was allowed to simply forget the Were's birthday.
A soft squeeze was given his lover's hand as Dorian shifted ever so slightly beside him, the vampire accustomed enough to his husband to know when that hesitance gripped him, rare as it was. Matteo's abrupt gesture forward, however, made any reconsideration an impossibility as Aiden's gaze turned towards the fae. Gingerly, Sebastian dropped his lover's hand, allowing Dorian to step forward and present his work of art to his brother. That glimpse of a smile hardly faltered upon his lover's features as Dorian offered some explanation to all the hard work the fae had put into that simple card. It was only after his lover returned to Matteo's side that Sebastian offered the young Were that exorbitantly priced whiskey, even if it had hardly been a drop in the bucket of the family's combined wealth. He watched as Aiden took the present from his hands, carefully unwrapping it to stare at the bottle of liquor within his hands. Matteo's insistence that their entire family had taken part in acquiring this year's present only seemed to baffle the man even further. A warm simper of amusement remained present upon Sebastian's features as Matteo reached out to hand Aiden those keys, only for Alexander to gesture lightly towards the door at Sebastian's side. The Englishman reached for the door, his own vampiric strength left the very weight of it inconsequential as he slid back the groaning entrance to reveal exactly what they had worked so very hard on. The blue of his own irises turned to survey both the reaction of his brother-in-law and husband, searching, breathlessly, for any indication that tonight would go as awry as Matteo had hinted it might.