death incarnate & night triumphant

Andras could feel those blue eyes tracing his wings as if they were a tangible thing and even when he taunts her into giving him an answer as to what he is, he can't help but shift those appendages under her piercing gaze. The Fae didn't particularly feel uncomfortable under that stare but he had never seen someone to inspect him so openly before that didn't result in a brawl. The girl truly did not fear him. That was a first. As her words caress those pointed ears, that lazy smile returns to his lips, hiding the surprise that so threatened to erupt onto his features.

Tilting his head, he regards her openly as she finishes speaking. "You are correct." He drawls, that simper entirely remaining on his face. "The books you speak of are tales we offered humans long ago and as you can see they stuck," he shrugs casually as if it didn't matter to him. Still, Andras thinks back on all those nights around the fire when he was young, much younger than he was now, as his court met with tribes of humans trading tales until the early mornings. "My court preferred the term 'Fae' only because of the region we hailed from, though most of my race in Sacrosanct go by the term 'faeries'. Call us what you wish, it matters little to us," he says languidly before retrieving his jacket.

Andras hadn't intended to share that much with the strange human, though her boldness is what caused him to tell her a bit more about their race.

As he continues to antagonize her, he's delighted to see a spark of anger rising in the depths of those blue irises. He's a bit disappointed she didn't rise to his challenge in the moment only because he was having far too much fun taunting her. And when she snaps under her breath at him, he chortles darkly at her, "Ah, but if I had done that you would have been... inclined to hold onto those photos," he didn't know, perhaps she would have erased them and they never would have seen the light of day, but he couldn't chance it, nor did he know how that metal device in her hand actually worked.

"I know there are ways to retrieve a lost photo off of cameras," he shrugs nonchalantly, "It was easier to destroy it than chance it. I can assure you, like I said before, I've saved you the trouble of getting rid of that ridiculous device. That can get you into quite a bit of misfortune if you aren't careful" he sniffs at her before he begins leading the way out of the forest after he allows his wings to sink into his back. Andras wasn't entirely sure she would follow him but when she speeds to catch up to him, a flicker of a smile dances on the corner of his lips.

Lani.

Her name clanged through his body as he nearly falters in his steps. It was such an absurd feeling that it takes almost everything he must shove down the surprise that threatens to break out onto his features. Blinking slowly to regain his calm persona, he lets his hazel eyes travel to her features, noting she kept pace with him at his side. "You are truly a bold little thing at you?" he muses in that midnight voice of his. Simpering at her he gives a small shrug of his shoulders, it wouldn't matter if she knew his name or not, "Andras. It's a pleasure to meet you, Lani," he purrs her name darkly back to her, enjoying the shape of her name on his tongue.

"Why are you still holding onto that thing?" He asks casually, his eyes scanning the brightening forest for any hidden figures. "It's useless now."

Andras Steinhello darling