death incarnate & night triumphant

The man had been busy, more busy than usual with the approach of Spring Solstice and the absurd amount of snowfall they had received in Somnia... well, he was worn thin. His last moment of enjoyment had been earlier in the week with Lani, Andras entirely surprised he had stumbled across her after so many years. He was thankful that she hadn't run away the moment she had seen him, and when she had accepted his invitation to dine with him, he was thanking every single higher power that he knew of. Even after five days he couldn't truly rid the grin that would find his features every once in awhile without him knowing, Ida had made a comment about it only once, the old woman surely far more aware of why that smile chased after him, even when he was flying hundreds of pounds of cargo back and forth through the snow blocked passes.

Still, even with the memory of Lani fresh in his mind and everything that had happened... he couldn't help but be wary, careful. The man hardly wanted to push the newly made fae woman and though he hadn't called her yet with the information on the job he had offered her, he had every intention of reaching out tomorrow. Andras had been invited to drink with an array of powerful people within the confines of Sacrosanct and though he didn't care to join such gatherings... drinking expensive liquor seemed like a relatively fine idea to him, especially after such an exhausting week. His usual dark attire is well fitted as he strolls through the doors of Eternity, the hostess gesturing to a back room in which they would all gather. Giving the woman a curt nod, he strides towards the back, letting himself into the room, his senses immediately assaulted with cigar smoke and whiskey.

Nearly half the room was already drunk, Andras hadn't even been 15 minutes late to the gathering. Frowning internally, he realized it was merely going to be a non progressive meeting, instead all conversation would be simply drunk, intellectual battle. Not something he cared for in general, and not something he wanted to do in this moment. Stalking around the room, he swipes a glass off the counter, before reaching and pouring himself a knuckles length of bourbon. Raising the glass to his lips, he tilts his head backs and drinks down the amber liquid in one swig before pouring himself another. At the very least, he needed to have some sort of alcohol in his system if he was going to spend any amount of time within the confines of this room. Someone calls his name from across the room, Andras turning and lifting a glass as he strolls over to the man, the lord bracing himself for the next hour of barbed words.

The hour dragged. Andras finally able to excuse himself out of those doors, the male sucking down the fresh air of the open room. The dining area had filled up in that hour, the rush in full swing as he strides towards the bar. Slipping into a seat, his fingers reach up to pinch the bridge of his nose, god damn humans and their weak understandings of the supernatural rule, they were utterly exhausting. They simply could not wrap their minds around the fact that most supernaturals in this city could splatter them across the wall, something Andras wanted to do a few times throughout the hour, or at the very least roar at them until the chandelier came crashing down. Sighing, he looks up, lifting a hand at the bartender, "A whiskey, please," he asks, deft fingers reaching up to undo the top button of his suit jacket so he could lounge more comfortably on the high top chair. It doesn't take long before his drink arrives, Andras simply tilting his head back and swigging all of the contents. It was clearly going to be one of those nights.

The bartender is there immediately, already refilling his glass, Andras giving him an appreciative look, making a mental note to give the man a generous tip. The fae lord mulls there for awhile, the bartender only refilling his glass rather than trying to engage in conversation with him. Perfect. He didn't want to talk anymore. He was just finishing his drink, getting ready to leave when his delicate ears pick out a familiar voice amongst all of the buzz. His whole body stiffens, his head whipping around, gaze searching, searching until they fall on familiar blonde locks, another man's hand braced against her lower back. A territorial male growl very nearly climbs out of his throat but he restrains himself, instead, reaching into his suit jacket and pulling out a wad of cash and depositing it on the bar. His attention is entirely captivated by Lani and the human as they make their way to a table set for two. He should leave, let them be. Lani was not his, did not belong to him in any capacity and yet, he can't help himself, the fae woman possibly the only female that had ever captivated him, had every longed for.

Maybe he would stay, just for a little bit, only to make sure she was okay...

He knew it was a mistake, knew that he needed to leave immediately and not invade on her personal life, and yet, Andras can't help but cast his mind out, his fae hearing picking up the conversation from across the room. It takes him only but a moment to break into the human's mind, Andras instantly recognizing the type of man he was, those thoughts entirely captivated by Lani and about how he was going to get her into bed. It's an effort not to shred the man's mind, leave him there, slumped over on the table. It was clear that the man would do anything and everything in his power to get Lani into bed, and it's with that realization that has Andras standing, a hand sliding into his pocket before he strolls towards the two, Andras catching the tail end of their conversation. "Lani manages an exclusive museum with all manner of ancient artifacts and artwork," Andras intercedes coolly, that barely restrained rage flickering in his dark eyes. A smile slides into place, though that smile hardly reaches his eyes.

His heavy gaze lands on the seated man, coming to stand at the edge of the table, so much for letting her know her job via the phone, better late than never he supposed. "Tell me, do you speak to all women in such an atrocious manner?" He asks cruelly, that rage slipping the leash just slightly as his darkened eyes glare down, those very eyes hardly looking at Lani yet.

Andras Steinhello darling