How very angry Andras was. That anger all but seeping from the very core of the other fae himself. That emotion so thick within the air it was near tangible and oppressive and yet Matteo so found he could hardly blame the other man for that rage. Not truly. Not when so much of that anger came from the worry and fear for his mate that all but consumed him in turn. How love made a fool of them all. How much they paid for it and yet how utterly glorious it was in turn. How very bright that future for Andras and Lani was and yet, here and now, the Frenchman quite suspected Andras was not of a mind to hear it. Matteo himself a convenient being to blame for the stress and heartache and for now- the near ancient Fae was willing enough to let Andras blame him for those very things. Few beings, after all, were willing to listen when that anger still turned so potently within them. Aiden, perhaps, had taught him such things better than any. People did not listen when they were angry and anger so often acted as a shield to protect those far more vulnerable emotions that lay beneath. Matteo, in that fashion, veritably bracing himself for the storm. Andras so hardly disappointing him as he all but swept those glasses to the side to allow them to shatter upon the floor, those monstrous wings outstretched in turn. Matteo content to continue to lean against the lounge as he merely watched the raging Fae. Angry, after all, was one thing. Murderous another. For all Andras was, for all the man was capable off (and he knew Andras capable off a very great deal), the other man was not about to kill him even if he suspected a portion of Andras desired just that.

His decidedly calm demeanor only seemed to irritate Andras more. The other Fae suddenly whirling in place only to propel himself towards Matteo was a decently impressive lunge, that sharp right hook prompting the elder Fae to teleport abruptly away. The faintest of scowls marked his features then as Andras struggles to prevent his collision with a wall only to turn and face him again. A lamp, this time, the unfortunate next casualty of those giant wings. How terribly useful wings must be and yet how terribly hampering all at once when within a confined space. Andras hardly a small man even without those leathery editions. How unfortunate he was so destined to all but tear this house apart tonight. Still, in the end, there would be good that came from it. Even if Andras was still not ready to see. Those words he offered his companion all but shouted back toward him. The younger Fae still assured, desperately so, that what had occured with Lani could be prevented. A part of Matteo inclined to near.....hurt for them both. Fate, sometimes, was far cruler then it had any right to be- and here he was, stuck watching it, year after year like a television show within his own mind that came with no pause nor relief.

"You leaving her would not have changed her future. What happened is not your fault, Mon Amie."

He offered those words simply, near warmly, even if he suspected that Andras was, once more, well beyond listening to any sense of reason. Perhaps it would, simply, be far easier to let the man be angry and yet....that sustained rage might well last hours into the night. It would be far easier to simply help the other man along a little. It was unlikely, in his current state, that he would truly notice the manner in which Matteo's words shifted from gentle to gently goading. The Frenchman so veritably beginning to poke at Andras then in a deliberate attempt to make the man only more and more irate. That singular, barbed comment in regards to his father a veritable knife to the mans back, he knew and yet Andras ner froze upon its utterance. That anger, this time, drifting perhaps a little more towards murderous. Matteo distinctly watchful of Andras now even if he so appeared distinctly nonchalant all the same. That question upon his lips seeming to fall upon deaf ears as Andras all but roared. That comparison to his father, a man few had ever liked, spiking that rage readily as the man lunged at him- several more household items crashing to the ground as Matteo teleported again in the wake of that demand he stop running and fight. That look of amusement Andras so abhorred finding his features once more as he reappeared upon the far side of the room.

"No thank you, you are nearly twice my size and I value my face a very great deal."

It was nothing short of the truth in every sense. Andras' gaze fixing readily upon him then his own affinity so flaring to like in turn. Present and Future-Sight all but colliding in that moment. He had not known of Andras' ability to peer into the mind until that singular moment. Hmm. Andras was....stronger then his Father had been and yet perhaps he was not terribly surprised. Andras was a better man altogether then his Father had ever been and yet for now his mind hardly lingered upon those complimentary thoughts when Andras required one final push to release that last of that rage and yet- this battle had become far more difficult. Andras destined to know just where he intended to teleport to before he had done it. How....irritating. Yet still. Andras still required to reach that location to reach him in turn. That affinity for teleportation grasped him readily once more. Matteo reappearing on top of a large cabinet, Andras already having started towards his location and yet those few seconds before the other Fae was capable of reaching him so provided him all that opportunity he needed to teleport again, and again and again. He simply had to be faster then Andras could run. The Frenchman reappearing upon the dining table, within the kitchen, within the hallway, one after the other. The sounds of Andras all but tearing his house apart in his pursuit echoing around the room. Matteo taking refuge atop the fridge now, Andras having already predicted that very move.

"I lied to you, you know."

This, it seemed,might capture the mans attention if nothing else.That final and last push to prompt that all out explosion from the other Fae before he might be willing to see sense. Matteo waiting until Andras' gaze was firmly upon him (from the relative safety off a few feet away). Matteo so purposely allowing that touch of a simper to find his lips. Amity forgive him.

"Your Mother and I were incredibly close, far closer then I let you believe. I did sleep with her. Not once or twice either. Hundreds of times. So much so there were rumours, after you were born, that you were mine. It was one of the reasons your Father hated me so, so much. I do not blame him for that one. You are not mine of course, you are far to, vertically inclined to be mine and you favour him in several of your features."

To compare Andras to his father might be a veritable stab in the back, but to speak of the man's mother was a knife to his very heart. Matteo having hidden that very truth off his relationship with the man's Mother if only for that very reason and yet, here and now, that truth served far more than one purpose even if he felt decidedly guilty over its admittance. That- it seemed- rage enough to push Andras well and truly over the edge. Matteo content to teleport abruptly out of that house entirely. The Frenchman landing upon the roof, outside, to merely listen to the sounds of Andras below. How long he merely waited upon that roof top he hardly knew before that house was finally quiet below him.A soft sigh fell from his lips once more. Matteo returning to the interior of that house- or what remained off it in that suddenly near eerie silence.

"Andras?"

He was careful to avoid those broken...things as he stepped around them. His feet quiet on that veritable rubble as he returned to that living room in search of the other Fae. Matteo remaining distinctly wary all the same and yet finally.....finally. That fight, it seemed, had finally abandoned the other man. The Frenchman, this time, so reaching his hand out to rest on Andras shoulder. Those words nothing but gentle and wholly kind.

"It was not your fault, Andras. It was not. I know you have lost much, Mon Amie- as has she. But think too of what you have gained. You have eternity to love her now and she you. She will not resent you forever. Everything will be fine."


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