Matteo

It's tough to be a god

Ah, but how well he knew those very things Andras so spoke of! The Fae, as a race, were indeed near notorious in how very slow they were to accept any form of change. It was perhaps unsurprising, so given the tumultuous history of their people and the vampiric races desire to hunt them to the very brink of extinction. It had made their people wary, cautious and to some degree- narrow minded over any sort of change. It had, over the centuries become near a part of their genetic code. The Fae had become a....prey species in every sense of the word. Matteo inclined to frown at that very consideration and yet his consternation so hardly made it any less true. Those such as himself and Andras, those of old blood, old world and old genetics- when Fae were indeed a force to be reckoned with- were a dying breed in turn. Fae as old as himself and his companion were near unheard off. Matteo inclined to believe that Andras and himself plus a very small handful of others were indeed the oldest living Fae left. Such a title so once might have been met awe and honor among their kind. These days they too were treated with suspicion. The Old Ones with their 'crazy' ideas.

"Fae are not like they used to be. Those born within the last century or two know nothing of the world we came from and worse still, they are fearful of it. Yet they think it is us whom have the foolish ideas. Us who have survived the world and lived to speak of it. What do we know?"

That note of sarcasm was surely clear, Matteo's words hardly bitter in any sense but rather pointedly aware of their race and what it had become. It was a truly unfortunate thing. The Frenchman's head shook ever so slightly as he eased himself onto the couch beside his newfound companion. Matteo distinctly quick to forgive the man his earlier outburst. After all, who among them had not felt that near volcanic emotion before? He too was equally guilty of it and as such he saw little need to judge the fellow for it. Alexander and himself, over the years, had been prone to each others outbursts on far more than one occasion. It was, Matteo was sure, far more healthy to express those feelings that continue to force them down only to result in an explosion later on. If only he so followed his own advice. It was Andras' own doubts that so prompted his silvery gaze to meet his companions own then. The Frenchman's features softening as those accented tones os sought to utter that assurance that, no matter Andras' faults, no manner those whom would stand agianst him in his own court and those decisions he still so surely felt guilty off- he was a better leader than his Father. He always had been. His people respected him far more than they had his sire. Loyalty born out of fear was hardly ever as potent as that born from trust and shared respect. Andras, perhaps, so needing to hear those very words. After all, he had no parents left, no siblings, no one to tell him they were proud of him. Sometimes they all needed to hear that very thing. That thanks upon the other man's handsome features prompting a nod from Matteo in turn. His words reassuring once more.

"The disease of darkness will be cleansed in time, Mon Amie, it will happen. As you said before, the Fae race does nothing quickly- but it will happen."

That faint touch of amusement so found his lips then. Matteo amused at his species as a whole once more. That conversation so shifted to Matteo himself, if only briefly, the near ancient Fae insisting that he surely had a story or two he might share with enough drinks. Andras refilling his glass as if on cue with that insistence he might yet like to hear one of those tales. A warm simper finding Matteo's features in return. Ah, but he did enjoy a good drink. Even if that very drink had been responsible for....a great deal of his own....more intriguing moments. That easy teasing so readily prompted that playful slap agianst the back of Andras' head, the other man reaching up to rub at it as Matteo chuckled. Andras insisting he was baffled by the English and their way with words, that grin upon Matteo's own features brightening in a clear amusement.

"This is a very true observation. Sebastian so excels at it. I think though you would do well to at least try and dodge his punch, no? Vampires they hit very hard."

The elder Fae frowned but slightly once more as if considering some past memory of that very thing before dismissing the thought, that conversation turned to this 'Navi' Andras had taken on as a veritable ward of sorts. Matteo finding himself intrigued in the Fae girl even as Andras ran his fingers through his hair in veritable exhaustion at the conversation alone. My! But she must be quote the handful. His companions insistence she should be sent home with him prompting the lift of both his eyes in jest.

"Ah, but I have raised my children, my parenting days of little ones, for now, are done. I fear it is your joy alone to experience."

That easy chuckle hummed within his chest once more. Navi, he suspected, was hardly a child and yet her antics were near akin to one. Andras appearing as exhausted as if he were raising a toddler! That very offer to join Andras' court so readily saw that curiosity return to his features once more, such an offer was unanticipated and yet- wholly appreciated. Even if he had so long ago sworn loyalty to but one other being alone and in turn, so imposed upon himself that rule that he would join no court, that another might appreciate his presence was wholly pleasing. Andras too was, perhaps, a man worthy of following. Matteo's head so dipping in the polite nod with assurance he would keep that offer in mind before asking instead about that more pressing issue- that of Somnia's women. That very question so brought a near roguish grin to Andras' own features. Ah, but the man knew something of the women then! The other Fae so describing several of those women then, from ld fashioned to more....exploratory. Matteo so took another sip of his drink then, that good nature still wholly clear.

"I think I should like to meet some of these women. You shall have to introduce me one day. I am not opposed to married women either but I shall respect the unions of your country and leave them be."

Another easy chuckle so hummed within his throat then before that conversation became but a touch more serious in nature. Andras so insisting Somnia was open to him even without joining that court. The condition so being that it remained a secret.

"Oui. I am quite good at the keeping of secrets you will find. No one shall hear of your land from me and thank you, for your offer. I chose, very long ago, not to align myself with any court but, if you or yours should need assistance, feel free to call upon me."

It was only fair after all, was it not? To offer his assistance if it was needed for that free pass of sorts to travel within that other realm. Matteo distinctly curious of this place. His silver gaze, for now, so shifted to that room at large once more. That destruction distinctly notable.

"Would you like me to repair your home, Mon Amie? I have a....talent for repairing."

There was every chance, after all, that Andras might prefer to simply renovate. Matteo so eyeing him curiously a moment before lifting that glass to his lips once more.

"Did you not ever marry in all your years? Did no other women truly catch your eye until Lani? You are a King, women must surely throw themselves at you often, no?"