death incarnate & night triumphant
Andras found himself within the borders of the park consistently. He noticed it was the quieter part of town and he didn't need to deal with the hustle and bustle of traffic and crowds. Though it wasn't as quiet as his lodge at the edge of town, he couldn't stand being cooped up in the massive home. He spent the last few centuries in isolation and the man didn't mind being alone, he rather enjoyed it, he knew it was time to venture forth. The rebuilding of his court took first priority as he knew the faerie race was dwindling far too rapidly. He wanted to offer as many creatures like him a home and protection from the outside world.
Shrugging his shoulders casually, he removes his hands from his pockets as he begins to shrug out of the blazer. It was a warmer day, the weak sunlight filtering through the trees overhead. Already, the leaves were beginning to change color, the orange and red hues vibrant against the green of the grass. Soon, the city would be blanketed in snow, something he didn't particularly mind, though it made flying a bit... uncomfortable. Still, he wouldn't miss an opportunity to release his appendages from their prison.
Unfortunately, that was out of the question; it was far too light out and even if he made his way to his favorite clearing, there was a chance he would be spotted.
Stifling a sigh that so yearned to be released, he lays his blazer casually over his arm and prowls deeper into the park, finding a relatively quiet area. Pausing beneath a rather large tree, he tilts his head back to look amongst the branches, debating if he wanted to climb off the ground. After a moment of consideration, he changes his mind and instead, turns on a heel and lowers himself to the ground. The base of the tree flush against his back, he drops his jacket to the ground next to him, leaning his head back until it touches the trunk.
The Fae was stagnant in his search for his fellow companions and the meeting with Dorian seemed entirely too far away. He had yet to yield any new leads while being in Sacrosanct and it was frustrating to say the least. How long could Andras possibly stay in the city? His court was reliant on themselves, they did not need him to live their lives. They were aware of the safe-haven that he so offered them. Yet, the man was hesitant to leave. He had been here for only a few short months, he could afford to stay a bit longer. Perhaps it was time to let the anger, that so raged upon his memories, go.
Parting his lips to exhale, he pushes his conflicting thoughts away and instead, allows his hazel eyes to flutter close, enjoying the warmth of the sun to caress his face. Maybe he would stay in this blasted park until nightfall just so he could get airborne. The feeling of the wind on his face tended to clear his mind.
Andras Steinhello darling