#*silas.

[breakthcnight]

the immortal watches yale intently, he wants to see as the relief comes over him. it's not total, but, it's the beginning and that's all that matters to the silver haired male. silas had the canvas on the easel, fingers already bruised with smears of black charcoal.

it's the beginning of a landscape. there's mountains, for certain at this point. the palette has a mixture of blues and whites, possibly a snowy weather to be seen. there's a moment where he looks uncertain of his attempt.

‘ it's supposed to be a present. ’ he tilts his head as he is adding a frozen lake across the middle. ‘ though i'm not quite sure if it'll be appreciated. ’ there are times where he's not sure of himself.

@joybroken continued from HERE.

[breakthcnight]

the immortal stills for a brief moment as he feels taron's fingers around his. silas takes care to not touch crystal as he moves to drape an arm around his shoulders and give him the relief he is needing.

silas isn't the type to shy from an act of reassurance even when in public. he knows he's asked a lot of the other to be there with him and for taron to willingly partake is more than enough.

he leans, planting a kiss to taron's jaw.

‘ are you feeling any better now? ’ concern threads his light tone. ‘ we can go home if you want. ’

@sorrowsick continued from HERE.

[breakthcnight]

the amount of times that silas has realized he'll outlive most of his lovers ---- yet still unequivocally loved them throughout. yeah.

[breakthcnight]

silas watches, patient, though edged with concern. he has, over the years, experienced this kind of company and suffered it alongside. though it wasn't really suffering. it was support for the other.

despite the obvious discontent from taron, silas gives him a thorough examination. the immortal, with probably great protest from taron, helps him into a comfortable position. his touch, as always, is feather soft.

‘ for once, you stubborn thing. ’ it's endearment in his light voice. ‘ let me take care of you. ’

@sorrowsick continued from HERE.

[breakthcnight]

❝ don’t you get tired of faking it? ❞ / taron to silas!

the question is too broad, the silver haired immortal thinks. but the absolute exhaustion that forms the words from taron's mouth, make him pause for thought in earnest measure.

there are so many facets to unravel.

but he knows exactly why the question is being tossed in his direction. a sip of wine, a rather delicious blend, he notes just before he answers.

‘ are you wanting reassurance or the truth? ’ his voice almost ethereal. ‘ we are tired beyond our years, gutaussehend. sometimes, faking is easier to get the days to pass. ’

a pause, leaning against the table between them. ‘ and some things just can't be faked. ’ this time, it's barely above a whisper.

@sorrowsick.

[breakthcnight]

silas leaned against the wooden table beneath them listening intently as mori speaks. thoroughly enchanted by his demeanor as well as the grin.

plus, the plum brandy sounded delicious.

though the company was far more enjoyable.

‘ how can i say no to that handsome grin? ’ his tone light, as he runs a hand through long locks ‘ i would love to share, bitte. ’ pleasantly given response.

@sorrowsick ( continued * ).