#asks; silas

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Frank waited until Silas was busy, leaving the washing machine unattended. Silas' whites were a prime target for the pouch of neon pink dye Frank added to the rinse cycle. All in a night's work!

Upon discovering the ruined clothes, Silas let out a deep sigh first. There was a five-minute long mourning period due to the fact that one of these shirts were well preserved since 1704, and then he wondered if pink would look good on him.

That idea was scrapped quickly, and he opted to go back in with a deep red dye instead.

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Hey Silas, had you ever considered what a loving "Bride" Lucy would be? Just saying. hint hint. nudge nudge. wink wink.

    “You’ll be her first meal.”

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She is sprawled over his chest, playing with his idly, wearing one of his shirts unbuttoned to her navel. It’s a lazy sort of night, sleepy, close in the way warm places are close while rain pours down outside. “Do you trust me?” She asks him innocently, but something whispers that she’s plotting, to be careful. Do you trust me?

The night was quiet and comfortable. Everyone else in the house had drifted off peacefully, leaving Silas and Salma in the safety of the night. He was nearly half-asleep as well with how relaxed he was, but he didn’t want to miss out on Salma’s soft touch. When she whispered, though, he raised a brow and pointed his gaze at her through half-closed lids.

    “Mm, yes.”

Of course he knew Salma had the capacity to be dangerous, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.

    “Why?”

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“Hi—excuse me?! Hi. Have you seen a large wolf run by here? He’s a wolf, not a dog, though he looks like one, but he’s a wolf. Black, big blue eyes?” — Casual Witch au?

    “There’s no cause for alarm,     Miss, the situation is handl--”

Oh, wait. She wasn’t reporting a sighting of the wolf, she was looking for it. That caught his attention immediately, and his brow knotted softly.

    “Do you know anything more     specific about this?"

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“I cannot help but think my father made a mistake.” The Queen confided quietly. “I am not suited to this role.” - SPYLAS

Silas’s heart ached for the queen. He didn’t know firsthand how difficult this position was, but watching the kings before her rule with confidence, they all sort of had it easy, didn’t they? They were all taught that, yes, they were born to sit on the throne. Molly had her strengths, but in a whole, he wished she had more strength in knowing her place.

    “Tell me why you think that,     Majesty.”

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Salma stumbled into the room bleary-eyed and sweaty, feeling ill and dizzy as she clutched at her blanket and the white device in her hands. Her whole body ached- she just wanted to lay down and cool off. Even for her she was hot. "Silas" she whined, ready to break down then and there. "Help me- it says I've got 125.2 babies!"

Silas sat back and let Salma’s news sink in. Not necessarily because it was shocking, but moreso that he wanted to know how to respond to it properly. The device in her hand was clearly a thermometer, but he decided he didn’t want to immediately dismiss her.

    “So...if you only have a fifth of     a baby, what exactly does that     mean? What parts of the baby     is that?”

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@morpheoussilvercreature:

‘  and all i have now are memories that feel like dreams  ’

Silas wasn’t even sure what to say to her. If she stopped believing in what was real or not, or even worse, if she was losing the ability to do so, what danger could that possibly entail? There was no telling if this was a common occurrence in her species, but all he knew was that his heart was breaking.

Salma could forget everything.

He couldn’t fathom this yet.

    “It’s time to stop playing games, Salma.      Don’t say things like that.”

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“I long for a life I have control of” or ‘  and all i have now are memories that feel like dreams  ’

CLARE THESE ARE BOTH REALLY SAD

poetry prompts!

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    “Do you still feel like you haven’t achieved that?”

After all the freedom he’d tried to give her, there was still something holding her back. After countless times of letting her destroy herself, letting her run away so the girls wouldn’t see her in such a state she didn’t have to worry about responsibility, this was still not enough. What more could a celestial immortal such as herself even need from this world?