The secret side of me, I never let you see. I keep it caged inside but I can't control it.
Casually, the Were-King meandered down the silent cemented walkways of the docks, his hands were tucked in the pockets of his jeans as his gaze trailed out to the expanse of the ocean to his right. Tetradore had come to love the steady symphony of the crashing waves, the sound somehow had become...comforting when his world of lately had been anything but. It was the noise of a loud thud of a warehouse door somewhere nearby that drew the Alpha from his innermost thoughts, though he largely disregarded the racket as he rounded the corner to the front of the closest shipping repair shop to the Ark. Briefly, his emerald eyes skirted over the drydocked ship within the channel of the repair shop, only to settle upon the figure of the fae King that had pulled him from the depths of his darkened bedroom. By the looks of it, Dorian was not the only one he had found, unexpectedly. Tetradore's eyebrow rose, any concern he'd held for his brother was quickly chased away by an overwhelming hint of blatant suspicion. His gaze shifted briefly over his shoulder, the presence of the hulking silhouette of his own 'home' only furthered the Alpha's skepticism, the giant ship was still capable of being seen over the metal tops of the warehouses and stacked cargo containers. Although he was wholly aware of the muttered exchange between the group at his approach, those words went unheard by the Alpha, the four quickly falling to silence the moment he was within earshot.
His inquiry as to how all four of them managed to get 'lost' within the Western ward when the Ark was so clearly visible sounded far more like a demand than any true wandering and yet - the answer was soon given in the form of a wrapped ebony box tucked within his brother-in-law's hands. The mere presence of the gift caused a glimpse of disdain upon his features, one that was followed quickly by a nearly dramatic sigh. Not only had Matteo not forgotten what today was, but he had somehow pulled all of them into celebrating with him. Truthfully, Tetradore hardly had any reason to hate his birthday. Every year, Matteo had provided him but a glimpse of happiness in the otherwise bleakness that permeated his life. Rather, it was simply that, in the darkness, Aiden found it difficult to truly celebrate anything, much less another year in which he had, sometimes regrettably, only just survived. The vibrancy of his emerald irises fluttered towards the man in question as Matteo insisted that their his family intended to celebrate this birthday with presents and dinner. Great. The Were-King's response was little more than silence as his lips pressed together ever so slightly, that absence of any syllable sure expressing his feelings on the matter more than any word he might have offered. It was the subtle movement at Matteo's side that caused Tetradore's gaze to flicker towards his sibling. Dorian momentarily appeared all but hesitant, an object for Tetradore himself nestled within the palm of his hands. Matteo, however, easily gestured the young Italian forward and, quite on cue, he watched as that brilliant smile spread across Dorian's ever happy features.
Slowly, Tetradore reached out for that offered cardstock as Dorian provided him an explanation for the card he held in his hands. He flicked open the card, his emerald eyes inspecting the interior that his brother was so clearly proud of. The road depicted upon the bottom of the card certainly looked like those Italian country roads they had spent hours upon, the ebony panther upon that equally as sleek car an accurate representation of himself. It looked as if Dorian had even searched a proper vehicle to put upon that road, albeit a bit curious the fae hadn't chosen the Lamborghinis they had enjoyed. He glanced up from the card within his hands, his lips parting and yet, any response he considered offering was cut off entirely by the weight of those blue-green irises upon him. For a brief moment, Tetradore met the eyes of his grandfather, that look alone impressing upon him the very importance of handling this...delicately, birthday or not. "Thank...you?" He inquired, as if the Were-King was uncertain it was the proper response he should provide. He was almost thankful when Sebastian stepped forward to offer that rectangular gift within his hands. Aiden tucked the card under his arm as his fingers worked at that ebony wrapping paper. With the wrapping paper balled up in his free hand, Tetradore was left to stare at the wooden box he had unwrapped, the number '52' engraved largely in the wood.
A...whisky? The Alpha glanced up as Matteo continued, informing him of the role each of them had played in acquiring the bottle of whiskey nestled within his hands. There was no denying that Tetradore enjoyed a good stiff drink - how could he not? But...the effort they'd clearly gone into for...this? He was pretty sure the Ark's liquor supplier could have acquired this. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as he glanced up from the bottle to the four men in front of him, each one so clearly...pleased with themselves, though frankly, he hadn't the faintest idea as to why. "Uh....." It was the only syllable that Tetradore found himself capable of uttering before Matteo reached out his cupped fist. Aiden transferred that card and bottle to one hand as he reached out, trading Matteo the bundled remains of that wrapping paper (poor boy doesn't have enough hands) for the keys that were soon pressed into his palm. He glanced down at the carbon black key fob in his hand, his fingers rotating it only to eye the combined backward E and B pressed into the back of the fob. Aiden glanced back up at his father, the emerald of his eyes briefly met the enigmatic silver hue of the Frenchman's own before he was offered a final 'happy birthday'. A small nod towards the warehouse beside them was all that was necessary before Sebastian reached forward, sliding open the heavy door only to reveal the inky darkness within - one that was penetrated only by a singular spotlight, revealing the ebony form of a black car.
Not just any black car. No, this one he knew by heart. It was the black car. La Voiture Noir. There was no fucking way in hell he was staring at the real Bugatti. It had been sold the moment Bugatti had announced it to some....anonymous buyer. How the hell had they...? For a long moment, Tetradore merely stared at the vehicle, his features utterly apathetic as if he couldn't quite comprehend what he was looking at. Slowly, his gaze turned back down towards the card that Dorian had given him, the very same vehicle clearly depicted upon the inside of it. The fae had drawn this exact same vehicle - without that large black bow that presently adorned its hood. His emerald irises slowly turned back up towards the vehicle as Tetradore turned just enough to stand upon the threshold of that warehouse. There was, he was sure, no way that this could be it. It was literally a one of a kind car - the sort Bugatti had only approached one buyer for. This couldn't be real. His lips parted ever so slightly in the briefest glimpses of awe as Tetradore finally stepped into that inky darkness. The Were-King was hardly hurried in any sense as he slowly circled the vehicle, staring intently at its frame as he made his way towards the back of the car. Carbon fiber body. Titanium alloy wheels. Sixteen cylinder engine. Jesus fucking Christ.
He paused at the very back of the vehicle, his emerald irises falling upon that signature "BUGATTI" in stark white paint. It was, admittedly, the small black plaque beneath that he had been looking for. Slowly, his fingers reached out to brush against that cursive script that declared the vehicle's name - La Voiture Noir. God, it really was it, wasn't it? A soft breath left Tetradore's lips as his fingers left the back of the car, the man slowly completing his circle back towards the very front of it. For a moment, his gaze brushed over the hood and the neatly tied black bow, only for his fingers to lightly press that unlock button on the device within his hand. Immediately the vehicle's headlights flashed, the car beeping softly in response as exterior lights flickered on the driver and passenger side door. The very responsiveness of the car caused that small simper to cross his features, his head shook ever so slightly. Tetradore turned slightly, glancing back at the family that had been so intently watching him. "How did you...?" He inquired, only for his voice to trail off. For once, the usually sardonic man found himself utterly speechless.