* 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 / silas

[kingsilas]

saintfms​:

            if  saint  could  get  away  with  slapping  himself  on  the  forehead  without  looking  STUPID  ,  he  definitely  would  .  he’d  like  to  think  that  he’s  smart  ,  but  he  wasn’t  thinking  when  he  opened  his  mouth  .  saint  quickly  pulls  the  package  from  his  mailbox  ,  tucking  it  under  his  arm  and  pouting  when  he  pulls  out  the  stack  of  bills  in  it  as  well  .  ‘  glitter  bombs  ?  ’  he  mumbles  under  his  breath  ,  but  his  face  lights  up  as  he  turns  around  .  ‘  are  you  talking  about  BATH  bombs  ?  and  no  ,  i  haven’t  sent  you  anything  .  i  don’t  have  those  privileges  anymore  ,  i  don’t  think  .  ’

“no, no, it’s like... a prank. there’s a website you can order them from, and you send them to people you don’t like. that way, when they open the box, glitter just explodes out and makes a mess everywhere. it’s spring loaded.... or something.” there was a chance silas was speaking from experience, but he preferred to not revisit the memories that were the weeks he’d continued to find tiny flecks of glitter on his skin. from that point on, he’d made a promise to himself to never again open packages in the nude. in his defense, however, the note he’d received with the box had instructed him to do so, and who was he to deny the wishes of a handwritten letter? 

after spending way too much time lost in his thoughts, silas blinked, and remembered that he’d been having a conversation.  “there’s no rule against that. you sending me packages. if that was something you wanted to do... you’re technically allowed to, you know. i just... hope it wouldn’t be used for evil.” he wasn’t so sure that was a request he deserved to make, after the way things had ended between them. “it’d probably be smarter to just save the postage and bring it up to my place, though. you still have a key to my elevator, don’t you?”

[kingsilas]

giannas​:

gi turned to look at silas as he sat down , rolling her eyes with a small smirk slipping onto her features . “ i know what i’m into , silas . can’t say it’d be the same as what your sister is into . ” she turned her body towards him , tucking her lower lip between her teeth as she gave him a quick once over . he was attractive , there was no denying that . and there was currently nothing holding her back from having a little fun with the man in front of her . “ dinner wherever i want ? wow . i feel like i should be offering myself for dessert after . ” fingertips danced lightly along his thigh underneath the table as she leaned across it to get closer to him , “ come on then , let’s go find your sister something for her birthday . ” lips had gotten close to his before she was grabbing her purse and moving from the seat , “ so why can’t you get her a puppy ? ” gi asked , grabbing her cup and wrapping her lips around the straw to take a sip , wide eyes on silas as a smirk slowly began to appear on her face again . was it wrong to be flirting with her exes best friend ? yes . did she care at this point ? hell no .

was she....? normally silas was pretty good at picking up signals, but his best friend’s girl - correction: his best friend’s ex girl - was someone he’d done his best to avoid ever thinking about in that kind of way. even if she was a smoke show. the fingers on his thigh, however... well, there was no missing that. “uh...” he shouldn’t flirt back... right? that was like, totally against the bro code or whatever. fortunately, she was pulling back from him before his brain had even fully managed to process everything that was happening. or maybe unfortunately? as much as he hated to admit it, he missed the brief feeling of her warm body in the proximity of his own, a lot more than he knew he should. “right. the... yeah.” standing as quickly as he’d sat down, silas moved in an appropriate distance to gianna, letting his hand briefly rest on her lower back as he gently - and totally platonically, if anyone happened to ask - guided her out of the seating area. “she already has two. she couldn’t pick which one she wanted last christmas, so my dad got her both.” 

[kingsilas]

saintfms​:

            saint  was  over  the  moon  ,  and  he  had  been  since  he  got  the  notification  that  his  package  was  delivered  .  he  had  been  waiting  on  the  item’s  arrival  since  it  had  been  backordered  ,  and  he  couldn’t  WAIT  to  rip  the  box  open  once  he  was  back  in  his  apartment  .  his  smile  is  almost  immediately  wiped  when  he  hears  silas’s  voice  ,  a  frown  taking  over  his  features  ,  and  unwanted  thoughts  taking  over  his  mind  .  he  was  in  no  mood  to  potentially  have  another  argument  on  his  hands  ,  but  he’s  not  an  asshole  so  he  holds  the  door  .  saint  nods  in  acknowledgment  before  moving  to  the  mailbox  that  belonged  to  him  .  ‘  um  ,  ’  he  hums  while  slowly  sinking  his  key  into  the  lock  .  ‘  did  you  get  mail  ,  too  ?  ’  what  the –  how  did  the  dumbest  thing  EVER  manage  to  come  out  of  his  mouth  ?

mumbling a small ‘thanks’ in saint’s direction, silas quickly slipped through the doorway to avoid any awkward lingering in each other’s personal space. “uh...” was that a trick question? silas was so puzzled by what saint asked him, that it took him a couple attempts at opening his mailbox, before he realized he was standing in front of the wrong one. he took a step to the left and finally got his own unlocked, pulling out a small box with a shrug. “yeah, looks like it. wait, why? did you send me like... one of those glitter bombs or something?” 

[kingsilas]

“oh, hey, gi.” silas slid into the seat across from gianna without waiting to be invited, plucking the paper cup out of her hands and opening the lid to see what was inside, before sliding it back over when he decided he wasn’t interested in taking a sip. “so like, you know what chicks are into, right? think you can help me pick out a birthday present for my sister? because i’ve been here for like two hours and i can’t figure out what she’d want that isn’t like, a puppy.” sure, there was a chance that gi hadn’t come to the mall food court just in hopes that silas would show up to request her help, but really, was there any better way for someone to spend their afternoon, than getting to hang with him? he was a fun, and pretty to look at. surely gi, as a fellow hot person, would appreciate the offer. “i’ll buy you dinner after, if you help me. wherever you wanna go.” @giannas​

[kingsilas]

“yo, hold the door!” the words were out of his mouth before he realized who was heading into the mail room, and silas immediately wished he’d just stepped back outside and waited a few minutes before collecting his packages in an ex-free environment. shit. other than an incredibly awkward, silent interaction in which saint had collected the few belongings he’d left at silas’s place, they’d been pretty successful in avoiding each other since the break up. well, there was no going back now. “uh... hold the door. please.” he tried again, wondering if tossing in some manners would help somehow make things a little less tense. it didn’t seem likely, but... it couldn’t make things worse, could it?  @saintfms​

[kingsilas]

one of the few things that made charity events with his family tolerable, was freddie. she was cool, and spending the night hanging out with her, instead of pretending to get along with his older brother, always made the evenings go by just a little smoother. and so far, tonight had been no exception. “okay, so... see that dude over there?” silas nodded towards a man sitting two tables away from them, who was talking much louder than necessary. “how much will you give me to go tie his shoelaces together?” @freddve​

[kingsilas]

"you know, believe it or not, i’ve never actually been like... an official muse before i met you.” silas draped himself over nat’s couch, wondering if the draw me like one of your french girls line was too overdone to be funny at this point. “shouldn’t i be like, holding grapes and only wearing a sheet over my body or something? or is this more of a modern art kinda thing?” he wasn’t entirely sure what the difference was between the two, other than that modern art was... well... modern. “wait, technically wouldn’t like... any art that’s made now be modern art? because it’s made in modern time?” but then what happened as time went on? did the art get a new name? ...there was a chance that maybe finishing off a joint before meeting up with nat wasn’t the best idea. trying to understand art always made his head fuzzy enough as it was.  @natcsha​

[kingsilas]

☽˚｡⋆. 𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻 → 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑨𝑺 .

nat: ooooh hot wings sound like they slap

nat: buffalo?

silas: duh

silas: you got a dip preference, or are you good with ranch?

[kingsilas]

☽˚｡⋆. 𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻 → 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑨𝑺 .

natasha: i'm not doubting u bud

natasha: umm i work until 5, how abt after?

silas: thanks, babe

silas: sounds good, all i've got planned tomorrow is ordering some hot wings

silas: want me to save some for ya?

[kingsilas]

sidncys​:

𝐒𝐘𝐃: fine, fine. if you save my ass here i’ll share.  𝐒𝐘𝐃: although … it’s really not that interesting, i swear. 𝐒𝐘𝐃: yeah, yeah. whatever you want to call it. 𝐒𝐘𝐃: well, the faster you show up the quicker you’ll find out now won’t you?

king slick: you’ve got it, babe king slick: i mean, i was already planning on coming down there anyway, so... that’s fine king slick: damn. well played. omw. 

[kingsilas]

sidncys​:

𝐒𝐘𝐃: trust me if i made it 8 hours in 11th grade, you can make it for a few minutes as a full adult. 𝐒𝐘𝐃: wow, you haven’t even saved me yet and you’re already asking for a quickie. 𝐒𝐘𝐃: i’m impressed at the confidence you’re extruding tonight, silas. i really am.

king slick: tell ya what, you promise to give me all the deets on that little story, and i’ll come down. king slick: what can i say? i’m thinking ahead, babe king slick: yeah? how impressed we talking?

[kingsilas]

sidncys​:

𝐒𝐘𝐃: well i don’t need you to fight him. i just need him to see that i was telling the truth and meeting someone. 𝐒𝐘𝐃: after that he’ll leave and you’re free to go. 𝐒𝐘𝐃: unless you want to stay of course. 𝐒𝐘𝐃: please, si. let’s not act like i’ve ever told you no before.

king slick: you promise? i’m too pretty for jail king slick: i could stay for a drink. or a bathroom quickie, if you’re down. king slick: i don’t blame ya. who could say no to this face? 

[kingsilas]

sidncys​:

𝐒𝐘𝐃: sir, i know you’re not about to leave me here with this dude just because he’s a big man.  𝐒𝐘𝐃: yes. whatever. as long as it’s not illegal. i can’t go to jail again. 𝐒𝐘𝐃: i mean, aren’t i basically already at your beck and call as it is? ;)

king slick: but my muscles are just for show, babe.  king slick: ....again??? king slick: is that right? i wasn’t aware. 

[kingsilas]

*  𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘  →  SILAS.

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘 : i felt bad !

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘 : and besides, it's kinda fucked up to march up to a pretzel stand and tell the person working that you hate their pretzels when you've never even bought one from them, don't you think ?

SILAS: or you could just... say you don't want one? why do you gotta start out so aggressive, damn

[kingsilas]

*  𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘  →  SILAS.

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘 : he always ask me if i wanna buy a pretzel when i'm on my way into the building and i feel bad because i always tell him no

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘 : i felt like i owed him an explanation

SILAS: you're afraid of the pretzel dude or something?

SILAS: you couldn't just tell him in person?

[kingsilas]

*  𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘  →  SILAS.

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘 : someone twists pretzel dough and licorice strings somewhere along the line too.

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘 : either that or someone is pranking you

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘 : and you might wanna go get your phone number scrubbed off the side of the pretzel vendor's cart outside of tower 28 apartments

SILAS: ...touche.

SILAS: so... you saw someone's number scribbled on a cart, and you just assumed it belong to the pretzel guy? and... you decided to text them, to let them know you don't like pretzels?

[ffselle]

𝑫𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑷𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑻 ⤻ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃

𝐒𝐘𝐃: so i may or may not have told this weird guy at the bar that i was waiting on my date to get him to leave me alone. 𝐒𝐘𝐃: the issue is that he’s still sitting here staring at me and waiting for someone to walk in. 𝐒𝐘𝐃: can you please do me a favor this one time and come? 𝐒𝐘𝐃: i will literally do whatever you ask for the rest of the year if you get me out of this.

[kingsilas]

king slick: ig it depends on how big this dude is king slick: whatever i ask? that’s a tall order.  king slick: you really wanna be at my beck and call for the next four months?