Late at night, Silco slipped in the backdoor of the bar. Stalking around chairs upside down on tables, she wound through a dark forest of chair legs, towards the back of the room and up the stairs. They didn't bother putting their stuff away, kicking off boots and leaving them where they land, tossing their jacket on the floor. Barefoot, she padded over to the bedroom and quietly slinked inside.
His head was buzzing, and he was sure they'll have bruises on their arms come morning. He went out for the night with Sevika and Fel, a regular occurance, and they got in a fight with some asshole who didn't know how to mind their business - also a regular occurance. Silco just never knew when to shut his mouth; usually, they didn't give a shit (especially with someone bigger by their side, like Sevika), but... Being in a fight with one's partner will do funny things to one's head.
Maybe they deserve it. Maybe are just a dirty rat.
Silco pulled off their shirt, but didn't care to take off anything else. Everything sucked. Every fucking thing. He just wanted to be in bed, and wake up in a world where everything's fine.
Vander's skin, like every time he slept, was hot to the touch. Silco snaked his arms around his soft waist, pressing their meager chest into his back, and she hid her face between the curtain of their hair and the back of Vander's neck.
For once, she hoped her breath on Vander's back won't bother him, when she inevitably fails to sleep tonight.
Vander's usually a heavy sleeper. Has always been, since he was a kid and the house was filled with talk and noise and rattling, and he had the choice between sleeping heavily or not at all.
But on nights like tonight, with Silco missing from the bed beside him, Vander's plagued with restlessness. He's been tossing and turning for hours, startling awake at every noise, waiting for Silco to come home in whatever state they were in tonight. He's only just managed to doze off when freezing cold fingers are pressing into his stomach, skinny arms wrapping around him from behind.
"Sil?" Vander mumbles, voice thick. He turns onto his back. Silco's bare chest is clammy, the way her skin always gets when she's been drinking and yelling herself hoarse at somebody. "C'mere," Vander grunts. He grabs blindly in the dark and finds Silco's waist, drags him close so he can pull his head in against his chest. Silco's entire body is tense and hard, all grit and blade-edge. "Didn't kill anybody out there tonight, did you?"