death incarnate & night triumphant

The destroying of his townhouse had lifted a weight off his chest, that anger he had so felt at his helplessness for Lani was finally easing. Though, he couldn't deny the fact that he missed her, desperately wanting to reach out to her and yet, Ida was firm in her decision, to make him stay away until Lani was ready to speak to him. It made him want to go crazy, the man having exiled himself from Somnia and into Sacrosanct until Ida retrieved him. It was harder than he imagined to stay away, though Matteo had kept him company, drinking and talking late into the night. The faerie was an interesting man, how he would love to employ Matteo, get him to join the Shadow Court and yet, Andras had a distinct feeling he would deny him even if he were to ask. Perhaps it was why he continued to put off the question. Matteo was his own person, he couldn't imagine him swearing an oath to another. The briefest of moments that Andras had spent inside the man's head were enough to last him a lifetime. How the Frenchman didn't go crazy was beyond the High Lord, knowing the constant changing future would be enough to drive anyone crazy.

Still, he respected the man and wouldn't pressure Matteo into joining.

His thoughts are finally pushes away, his dark hazel eyes scanning the dead streets. It was the middle of the day and there wasn't much that went on, on the west side of the city during the day. It was a grungier part of the city, one place that Andras rarely frequented and yet, here he was. Simply because Dorian had mentioned to him that the old monarch had returned to the city. Andras was entirely aware that he had sworn fealty to this woman before she had vanished years ago, no trace left behind. It was odd for a queen to simply leave her court and yet, the rumors he had heard were quite interesting. He imagined anyone would flee with what she had been through. Yet, Andras was curious about this woman, having tracked her for a few days now, glimpsing the fiery red hair that made her stick out far more than the average person. He wanted to know what she was like, Dorian having said she was a good woman at heart. Yet, was she still good? She had abandoned her life here in the city, what she had been through would be enough to turn the kindest of people into a ruthless creature.

He wouldn't know until he approached her, spoke to her to see, how very curious the High Lord was. Shoving his hands into his black slacks, the man meticulously dressed, as he always was, hardly a speck of dirt on him. He settles his features into that wicked mask, eyes darkening, his form imposing as he moves towards the woman sitting on the bench. His wings are safely tucked away, hidden from the world as they remain within the confines of his back. Not that he needed them to look anymore... intimidating. That devilish smile so plasters his features in a way that darkens his eyes as he strolls forward, casually taking a seat next to the faerie, his own barriers rising within his mind. Another thing Dorian had mentioned, she had telepathic powers and he wouldn't allow her in unless he wished it, Andras shutting off all feeling, his mind entirely blank as he grins wickedly at her.

"Hello, Samantha," his voice purrs out, darkness so coating his words as he lazily turns that gaze onto her. His accent is light, ancient, from a race that was no longer part of this world. "I've heard a lot about you. I'm surprised you've made your way back to the city, I thought you had forsaken it and your court," he muses darkly, that un-arming grin still stretching across his pearly whites. Slinging his arms across the bench, he hardly touches her, though he could easily reach out and tap her on the shoulder. Lifting a foot, he rests his ankle on his knee, the definition of relaxed, though he fixes that dark gaze upon her once more. "Tell me, do you know who I am?"

Andras Steinhello darling