death incarnate & night triumphant

It was perhaps, one of his more peaceful places to visit while he was in the city. Andras hardly taking much time away from Somnia, though his world was peaceful by nature and if the Fae Lord had anything to do with it, it would remain that way. The creek deep in the woods was also a place of solitude, the man hardly encountering many who would come this deep into the forest, it was even a place of safety, the male able to unleash those powerful wings from their slumber. And that's what the man does as he lounges in a tree, his massive black and leathery wings relaxed on either side of the trunk, his suit jacket laying along a branch next to him and his button up undone on the first three buttons. He had forgone a tie this morning, Andras hardly having any pressing matters today, it was rare for the Fae Lord to have a... free day. He suspected Ida had something to do with it, the old faerie woman a force to be reckoned with, he was almost certain she had scared off the local lords in Somnia so he could enjoy a day in Sacrosanct.

He doesn't dwell on it long, his dark hazel eyes closed, face turned towards the sun as he soaks up what he can. Andras was almost certain he had dozed a few times, his familiarity with sleeping in trees perhaps the only thing to keep him falling the 15 feet to the ground. A gentle face continuously fades in and out of his slumber, the gentle wavy blonde curls and blue eyes a haunting presence. He could never get away from her, could never go a day without thinking about her and yet, she wanted nothing to do with him. As he eases from his sleep, he opens his eyes, brows furrowed at the canopy above him, a hand reaching up and running it through his shaggy locks, successfully turning it into disarray. Wallowing of Lani was not going to change anything, it would only bring him more sorrow and yet, it was entirely impossible to forget the gentle woman. Blinking once... twice, he releases a breath through his nostrils as he sits up, pushing the woman from his mind briefly. It was high time he returned to Somnia, he had been gone long enough.

And truly, Andras would have portaged his way to his city right then and there if not for a loud splash that his delicately pointed ears pick up. Instantly, his wings are gone, the man far too recognizable by those massive wings, he reaches out a hand snags his suit jacket and slips it on, his dark eyes taking on a predatory gaze as he scans the area. It doesn't take long before he finds the source of the noise, his brows arching in surprise briefly as he takes in a petite woman, her hair like fire against the green hues of the forest and those wings... they were massive. It was rare to see another Fae with such large wings, let alone someone who looked like they would very nearly fall over from the weight of them and yet, he tilts his head as he watches her from afar, fascinated by the delightful giggle that escapes her. A free spirit, that's what she was. And when she falls back casually onto those wings, he can't help but wince, he was not particularly fond of using his wings for a cushion, his wings prone to tears, it was far easier to keep them clean of dirt and twigs if he didn't lay on them.

Still, he's fascinated as he watches her for a moment more, she was the first new faerie he had seen in the city in a long while. And despite the urgent matters to attend to back in Somnia, he's curious. Silently climbing down the tree, albeit awkwardly, the forest floor cloaks his sound as he slips his hands into his pocket, that cool, arrogant mask sliding into place across his features as he exits his cover, standing on the opposite bank of the woman. Andras watches her briefly, curious to see how long she takes for her to notice him. Wings entirely absent in the wake of a new Fae, he clears his throat, "Darling, don't you know this city is infested with Hunters?" He calls out finally, those deep tenors holding a natural purr to his vocals, "And not the nice kind I might add," he tosses her a casual wink, his voice lined with an ancient accent no longer in existence.

Andras Steinhello darling