death incarnate & night triumphant
He would regret his words come morning, the way he lets the anger dictate his actions, and though he wasn't exactly angry at Lani per se... or perhaps he was. How the fae woman allowed herself to be treated in such a way, it infuriated him, it broke his heart. Part of the lord understood why she refused to say anything, understood that she had been, quite literally, broken all those years ago and made anew. Yes, Andras understood but in this moment, the fury and jealousy swept away everything else. As she tries to look away, Andras grips her chin a little more tightly, demanding her attention on him as those tendrils of darkness continue to swirl down his arm, tightly coiling about his stark shirt. "Why does it matter what he thinks?" He growls, annoyance flashing across his burning gaze. Yes, that jealousy was running rampant through him now. After a moment, he removes his hand, shoving it into his pant pocket, though it takes an effort to keep it there. He can see the internal struggle she has, the questions dancing through her eyes and he should feel bad and he would in due time but for now, he can't help but snap words at her, demanding why she was with another man.
The surprise in her eyes did not go unnoticed, part of him wanted to roar, to ask her why she found it so surprising that he was jealous, that he wanted her. Her naivety was charming, darling and yet right now, he wanted to take that naivety and shred it apart, make her understand why she was so important to him. He had given her the space she needed to sort her stuff out, had fully expected her to leave the city, leave him and never return. Something he had prepared himself for even though it destroyed his very soul, he had let her go to make her happy and yet when she turned up in the city last week, it was clear she still felt something for him. Andras had no intention of letting her slip through his fingers again, not when she was here in front of him. Her very words fall on deaf ears as he struggles so damn hard to wrangle his magic and instead, his leathery wings explode from his back, Lani jumping, startled by the sudden show of massive appendages.
Grunting at the sudden weight, he snakes out a hand and grabs Lani, pulling her into the shadows, perhaps a touch roughly. The man ripping away his shirt, as the shadows twist and curl along his chest, his abdomen, his hair, they were everywhere, unable to contain them. Predatory eyes don't miss the way Lani darts a glance down at his chest and somewhere inside that rage, is pure male satisfaction. Stalking towards her, the man entirely falling into that primal predator he was, he closes the distance until the fae woman is pressed against the brick wall, his very heat soaking into her though he doesn't touch her. Her words are quick as she tries to explain, "And why did you have the need to go on a blind date?" He questions dangerously, again the jealousy overriding all common sense as he questions her about finding release through someone else. Her outburst is breathless and though he hears her words, it does nothing to calm the fury that curls in his gut, a hand snapping up and planting it beside her head, the other one falling suit to the opposite side as he successfully cages her in.
His dark frame towers over her, his shadows curling and twisting their way down his arms, beginning to play in Lani's light curls. "Because, you were with another man and not me," he sucks in a ragged breath, his grip on his leash slipping by the moment, his hands pressing so hard into the wall he was certain the bricks would start crumbling beneath his weight. The change in Lani is sudden, her gaze sharpening as she all but challenges him, her explanation becoming more solid, "But he has touched you before," he growls under his breath, that possessiveness coming to the surface. He did not like to think that someone else had touched Lani, his Lani. It's an effort to not launch himself into the sky and return to that damned restaurant. Her fierce words continue, Andras's gaze completely locked on her, "I don't care what his name is, I care that you were with another man," he repeats again, his words snarling softly, fingers curling into the stone, and that was pieces of the brick breaking, clattering to the ground below them as his wings flare slightly, blocking any onlookers from what they might see.
It's her next words that freeze him in place, Andras going so, so still, gaze wholly focused on Lani. He doesn't move, doesn't say anything, hardly dares to breathe as her hand comes up to rest on his bare chest. His heart thunders as he watches her, that rage slipping slightly as she tells him it had only ever been him. The way her eyes soften does him in, "Say it again," he murmurs, demanding she say that she only wanted him, even as her very thoughts come rushing down the bond, filling him so completely that the rage instantly vanishes, replaced with such strong wanton desire and... love. When she asks him if she needs to prove it, he sucks in a breath, his hands itching to grab her hips and press his body against her becoming so strong, he has to fist his hands. He should step away, put distance between them and yet, unbidden, the word comes tumbling from his mouth, "Yes."
Andras Steinhello darling