#;silco

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@zaunite-hound

To say that Silco no longer thinks of Vander would be a lie that even he couldn't sell to anyone. He thinks of him everyday, in every silent moment, in the times where he can't seem to settle Jinx down, or when he lays in bed, unable to sleep, restless as they come. Vander is a ghost in the worst way, one that stubbornly exists in Silco's mind no matter how hard he tries not to.

Irritating at best. Downright depressing at worst. Silco is not a man who ever lets that show. You have better things to do and to worry about than the ghost of a man you loved. Thought you loved. Thought you would never be without.

Pathetic, isn't it?

He lets out a long, irritated breath, letting his feet fall to the ground before he stands to look out the window. Silco has everything he could ever want now. Why would he need anything else? Right? Or is he just fucking kidding himself?

Before he has time to ponder this any further, he hears the distinct sound of heavy footsteps approaching the door. But it doesn't feel right. There's something...heavy in the air, something that sets his teeth on edge. There are plenty of people who want him dead, but who would even be able to get past, well, everyone?

His hand slides into the drawer of his desk, pulling a knife out. It likely wouldn't do much, but would work in a pinch. He doesn't say anything, but as the footsteps grow closer, he knows he has to be ready for anything.

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@noescapingthepast said: ❝ i conversed with you in a dream. ❞ -- pspspsps Silco

Silco wants to laugh. Really, he does. It all feels so very ridiculous. Childish. Meaningless. He doesn't look at Vander, instead seems to be very focused on the drink in his hand instead. Vander has always been the more idealistic of the two of them. That kind of mindset does have its merits, but what does it all mean, in the end? What's done is done. Silco wants to see the world burn and Vander along with it.

"You're so sentimental, you know," he says after a few long moments, downing his drink before he stands up and makes his way over to where Vander sits, squinting. "You always have been. Sentiment does nothing. Sentiment gives you nothing. Idealism is weakness. I thought you would have figured that out by now."

He sounds like a disappointed parent, crossing his arms and peering down at Vander with an obvious air of superiority. "What are you really here for?"

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@zaunite-hound said: [ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow -- I'm late but have this for Silco, if you're comfortable with it!

"Vander-"

Silco is typically a man of very few words, a man who acts more than he speaks, whose voice is reserved for only a select few. Vander, of course, is one of those people. Then again, Vander brings out parts of Silco that not even he himself knew existed. He lets out a shaky breath, a choked noise as he is pressed into, but it's not enough. Never enough. Not when it comes to him. And by the smug fucking look on Vander's face, he knows exactly what he's doing to him.

Maybe it's fine to take it slow sometimes. It so often feels like they barely have any time to breathe let alone enjoy each other for any length of time. Now that there is time, of course Vander wants to take advantage of it. His pace is unbearably slow, feeling each and every inch of him sliding within him. Silco grits his teeth, rocks his hips up, tries to do something to get him to just move.

He is strong in his own right, but Vander has him thoroughly pinned beneath him, hands and all. Silco lets out an irritated sound, wrapping his legs around his waist, like that might urge him a little. "Vander. Stop--stop teasing me and just fuck me already, fuck--"

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@zaunite-hound said: [ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar -- Pretty sure you can guess who this is for

Silco yawns as he sinks down into one of the chairs, feeling utterly exhausted. It is rare now that he and Vander have any time to themselves, so to see the bar empty and quiet for once is...something else. A rare moment of respite, a moment where they don't have to think about anything. As he sits there, he can feel a pair of eyes boring into him from across the room, and he turns his head, a hint of a smile on his face.

"What, are you going to just stand there? Come here," he says, holding a hand out towards Vander. If they're going to be alone, even if only for a short amount of time, then they ought to make the most of it. The music plays quietly in the background, and it's oddly romantic, a finer moment among all the chaos of their lives. "I hardly ever get you to myself anymore."

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@zaunite-hound said: "you're lucky i love you so much." -- CHALLENGE MODE: YOUNGER SILCO!

Silco huffs out something akin to a laugh as he stares down at his drink, idly swirling the cup around. They've been dancing around each other for...too long, it seems, but Silco has never been particularly adept at discussing his feelings and Vander is, well, Vander. He's not sure how else to describe it. He is certain that he knows. He must know how Silco feels about him, else why would he say that? Why would he lean a little too close, clap his hand on his shoulder and let it linger for a little too long? Or maybe Silco is just looking too far into it as he tends to do, overthinking even the little things.

"Of course," is what he finally says as he looks up at him, a small smirk on his face. "Then again, I am almost certain you would drive yourself mad if you didn't have me." He downs the rest of his drink, sets the glass down with a sigh. It feels ridiculous. He feels ridiculous. It shouldn't be so difficult. It shouldn't feel like he's some kind of Sisyphus, trying to push a rock up the mountain, only to fall back down right at the precipice.

He doesn't want to ruin a good thing. They have a good thing. Feelings will just make it complicated.

"Why don't you pour another round, then? And we can drink to us."

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van.der is sil.cos weakness. like while he doesnt really freak out bc thats not his vibe he Will get a look of murder on his face lmao

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silco pretending to not yearn when he is The Yearning King