@isaacbrooks; prompt: training
some of the godlings in camp managed to avoid each & every opportunity to go out on missions with him. or rather xanthe & chiron did, for which silas ... didn't thank them. one of these people was isaac; they got along well, they trained together almost every day, they talked & they plotted. yet he'd been denied going out with him since the day they lost sethan. that didn't stop him, though - how could it? silas thrived on combat, on getting knuckle & ankle & knee-deep into blood, gore, intestines & he wasn't going to let anybody stop him.
isaac ..saw the world like he did, kind of. no, yeah - they did. he did what had to be done, silas did too & it helped that they had chemistry beyond the battle field too. but today he'd called him for exactly that. training. silas enjoyed not training alone sometimes & when jesse was busy or when he really wanted to work on his close combat skills, he was usuall alone. not anymore. he liked that. he really did. he was wearing his armor when he waited for isaac at the training grounds. wings already out & stretching experimentally. hammer holstered on his back, though he didn't think he'd need it.
"over here!" getting his attention, silas let his wings flap - no, he wasn't bragging, but he did remember the last time he had them out. that'd been.... enjoyable to say the least. "ready to get your hands dirty an' ass kicked?" he was kidding, of course. maybe.