death incarnate & night triumphant

Andras was hardly in the mood to play guessing games, for clever words with hidden meanings as the thought of Lani so lingers within his mind. He's almost ready to begin digging through the man's brain with that affinity of his and yet, he couldn't - wouldn't bring himself to invade on such personal thoughts. Andras having been tough by Amity to not dig into someone's mind simply because you could destroy a person from the inside out, so instead, he used it at the barest minimum, whenever he needed to. Andras wouldn't wish a shattered mind on his worst enemy. Yet, the appearance of Matteo has him thinking such dark and wicked thoughts, even if he wasn't going to act on them. His fingers tightened all but barely around his glass, the only part of him that gave away to the immediate anger at seeing the fellow faerie.

"I don't particularly care for your clever words today, Matteo," Andras drawls, his dark hazel eyes lingering on the elder man as he answers his next question. Honestly, it takes the High Lord everything in him to not throw the glass at the faerie. Instead, he downs the rest of that amber liquid and sets it on the side table as he counts backwards from ten within his mind, praying he wouldn't launch himself across the room at Matteo. He succeeds... partially, "Do not patronize me," he snarls, his eyes flashing with that hidden fury, his body tensing slightly as he sits up from his lax position. Andras's features are entirely dark in that moment as Matteo's face lights up with a hint of amusement. It hadn't occurred to Andras, at least not yet, that the older man was simply baiting him... perhaps picking a fight even. And whether it was genuine concern or not did not matter to Andras as Matteo asks about Lani, which manages to quite literally push him over the edge as the High Lord launches himself to his feet and stalks toward the man, undiluted rage wafting off him.

"You do not get to ask about her wellbeing when the outcome of these events could have been avoided altogether!" Andras's voice rises with his anger though he hardly shouts in any sense as he towers over Matteo. The man was short of shaking, his wings aching to be released as he whirls away from the faerie, allowing his rage to get the better of him in that moment as he paces back and forth like a caged animal, going as far as to sweep the glass from it's place on the table and shatter it on the ground. "God dammit, why didn't you just tell me? You do realize that I was the one that finished her transformation, something that I deem taboo within my court? I broke my own laws!" Andras shouts, allowing the aggression to pour off him. And if he could be honest with himself in that moment, he would know that it felt good, to have that release even if he knew that Matteo was not responsible for the chain of events that happened. No, he truly didn't blame the man, he just happened to be the first person to encounter Andras in his... temper tantrum. Truly, it could have been anyone that walked in and got a tongue lashing for the most simplest of things.

And as Andras glances back at Matteo, he couldn't help but picture that look of amusement he had thrown so casually at the High Lord only moments ago. The very thought managing to loosen his hold on his wings as they exploded from his back, partially shredding the back of his shirt, the slits that had been made specifically for his wings all but useless in that moment. Flaring this monstrous black wings, he regains his balance before tucking them behind him, those black claws peering over his shoulder practically glistening in the morning light. Truly, Andras was a sight to see... terrifying even, if it was someone who didn't know him, know what he was. He hardly thought he intimidated Matteo, the man being far older and more experienced in many things in life. He had even fought with his father who was practically his spitting image, no he didn't think Matteo was frightened of him; if he was being honesty he wasn't thinking anything at all... except to swing a right hook at the man's face.

Clenching his jaw, Andras's dark hazels narrow in on Matteo as the man stops moving, his body quivering at the lack of movement, "You should leave, right now," Andras growls through his teeth, his wings flaring from his back ever so slightly.

Andras Steinhello darling