It was curious, that vision that lingered behind his gaze in those moments. Matteo having woken but a half hour ago to find himself near assaulted with those images that so demanded they be seen. A soft sigh of sorts so readily parted his lips as one arm lifted to drape itself in a near dramatic fashion across his gaze as he lay nestled within the sheets off his own bed, as if he might block those visions by merely closing his eyes- yet how they found him all the same. It had been...some months since images of Andras had danced before his eyes. Those very images interwoven with Lani's own. Two futures, it seemed, at last having collided as Fate had so intended for so very long and he had so hinted to Andras was likely to occur some months ago- even if the son of Amity had not well understood his words. How unfortunate it was that Amity had not lived long enough to see her son take a mate- even one off his own creation and yet, Lani had been near destined for such a path since the moment of her birth. Still- such an explanation was unlikely to satisfy the aged Fae man nor his new mate. How little those around him understood the workings of fate. Perhaps he should simply cease to try and explain it. He might yet save himself the breath. Those images continued to flicker and dance- a groan echoing from within him then at the very task so required off him tonight and yet he had known that time would come eventually. Andras, he supposed, could not be avoided for the next few centuries. His own role to play within the younger man's life was not yet complete.

Matteo so at last allowed his arm to fall from his features. The Frenchman easing himself from his bed within that lavish chateau to wander into that expansive wardrobe. He moved near absentmindedly, reaching for those clothes and slipping them on or tugging them into place. His own thoughts ensnared within the future and what was yet to come. A frown of sorts tugged at his features before that simper returned to them, the Frenchman largely oblivious to how his features shifted in response to what he alone saw with that affinity before his head shook ever so slightly at whatever it was that lingered within his mind's eye. It was only once his shoes had been tugged on that the Frenchman allowed another off his affinities to embrace him once more. Over two thousand years of practice so readily allowing the ancient being to teleport and appear near effortlessly within that townhouse within the very city his sons had chosen to call home- even if he was not here to visit them today. His silver gaze slid but briefly to the nearest window to eye the darkness outside before his attention returned in full to the man whom lingered, drink in hand, within that chair several feet away to eye him with no small measure of disdain and no real apparent surprise at his appearance. Andras, he had decided, was of a far more agreeable size when he was inclined to sit. The younger man near towering upon his feet. How it would have amused Amity to see. Those very thoughts of the woman he had once adored however were pressed easily from his mind then, Matteo leaning near laconically against the back of the sofa as Andras so insisted he took no pleasure in his appearance. The faintest of simpers so tainting the Frenchmans lips as an equally soft snort of amusement echoed from within him. Ah, but how readily he knew already the fate of this very conversation. Those thickly accented lyrics passing his lips then.

"Ah, Mon Amie, you are not the first to find displeasure in my presence, nor will you be the last- but such is my lot in life I fear. Sometimes adored, sometimes hated. It is ever the gamble."

Andras, he knew, was so hardly in the mood for layered words and yet he offered some measure of them all the same. His own silvered gaze for more sharp then his near laconic, casual manner seemed to suggest. Andras' own tone hardly improving as he queried to just why Matteo was here at all.

"You know why I am here, Andras. Even if you do not know that you know."

Amusement once more so seemed to linger upon the elder Fae. Matteo nothing if not the very epitome of the Fae breed in every sense and yet he was hardly inclined to tease at the other man. Not when their own future as....companions so hung precariously within the balance. Matteo quick to continue before the younger man felt any need to grow further irritable. The Frenchman, this time, cutting to the very heart of the matter in one fashion or another as he continued to lean against the back of that sofa, his arms folded across his chest. Those words offered softly then and not without a certain...compassion. Fate, after all, was not always so readily accepted by those subject to it.

"How is she?"

The 'she' Matteo so spoke off hardly need be stated, of that he was sure. Lani having so recently joined their own ranks as a Fae and by Andras' own hand no less. Matteo long since having predicated that very future- to them both. Now, it seemed, it had finally come to pass.



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