death incarnate & night triumphant

The faerie lord had intended to take the morning off, to perhaps relax after such long talks. If he were being honest though, he hardly would have, the male would have found something to do. Surely he had a large pile of work on his desk to be working on, the never ending job of ruling. Ida was sure to scold him for disappearing, his housemaid able to reduce him to a child in mere seconds. Even in his centuries and centuries of living, Ida was still older, everyone was a child to her and he tolerated the term 'boy' from her, she was perhaps the only one who could use that word appropriately... and without getting a scoff in return. Still, Andras lags in his duties, not wanting to return to Somnia nor to the quietness of his townhouse. The park had seemed like a good idea at first and yet, his irritableness was making it difficult to sit still. His back prickled where his wings desperately wanted to be released from the his skin. Though, even with everything swirling through his body and his mind, he's carefully and perfectly poised. No irritation spilling outward, tainting his scent, let alone contorting his mask.

At least, until a faerie shows up and sits next to him on the bench he had commandeered, the only time his mask breaks slightly, surprise widening his eyes before he smooths it over. That dangerous smile playing on his lips as he watches the female lace her shoes. When she meets his dark hazel eyes, he's instantly aware that she was much older than he let on, perhaps not as old as him but the depth of her gaze was that of an ancient and he carefully hides his astonishment that she seems almost surprised he was able to instantly classify her as a faerie. It was almost... normal for creatures at their age to determine what another person was by a mere glance or scent. He continues to allow that simper to remain on his face as he studies her carefully, he was perhaps, a bit more wary knowing she was older, though he carefully conceals it. Andras notes immediately the way her voice shifts slightly, lowering her tone as they talk about faeries, his wicked smile only growing larger, "No need to fret, my dear," he states, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward slightly just so he can shift his torso to turn towards her, "Unless you've recently killed someone or have run into a day-walking vampire, the city is fairly safe for our kind if you keep your wits about you," he drawls almost lazily.

"But if you must know," he shrugs nonchalantly, "Even though I said the city was safe, it isn't," he says in a cryptic way. "I like to whisk away faeries to my home occasionally, for safe keeping," his eyes narrow slightly as he glances at her. Of course, it perhaps wasn't the best tactic to use, his statement surely bringing all manner of thoughts to one's mind. Not that Andras minded, there were relentless rumors about him circling the city. The terrifying Monarch of the court within the city that locked away faeries. Though, non of it was true, he allowed the torturing and murderous rumors to spread, it kept his people safe. He would become that very monster everyone feared if he needed to protect his court.

Simply stating she wasn't from her seems to have struck a nerve, Andras's grin growing slightly, curling at the corners of his lips as he tilts his head, the movement entirely predatory. As if he was anything less than a predator. She's on the defense now, a dark chuckle escaping his lips as she snaps at him, "I never said I was, in fact, I don't spend much time in the city as it is," he admits, watching her carefully. It doesn't take long for her to demand who he is, a question he fully expected to come, "Andras," he states simply, not adding a last name nor any titles he held. It didn't matter, at least not right now, they were merely having a conversation. "And what might your name be?" He drawls, watching her carefully, the sound of chatter of the locals blending into the morning air. "And while you're at it, perhaps you can tell me where you came from," he adds on casually, though it's hardly demanding in any way.

Andras Steinhello darling