#c:silas

[mcnstercus]

november 3, 2025 / silas & astrid & mira.

Silas was walking with Astrid, having met up for dinner that night. He was still running on a high from his sister's wedding and it felt good The sky was darkening, with the winter months coming in, it was starting to get dark earlier and earlier. Silas stayed close to Astrid, being a bit hyper-vigilant. "I can't believe that it's already dark out. I already miss summer."

( @berry-astrid / @howmcnythings )

[silcszcbini]

❄️ - our muses get some fresh air from the party together

“Did it get too much for you too?” Silas questioned. He didn’t mind parties, he’d had to get used to them given his line of work but it didn’t necessarily mean it was his chosen place to socialise. He was much more comfortable out in the open and watching the fireworks or just relaxing with a nice glass of wine. Inside it sometimes felt a little bit too much like work.

@dakotawilkes​

[wickedmilo]

@fermataheart

[ pm ] No, but I've been naming /them/. You can see 'em sleepin' in the bee house Ari got for me, they love that thing. Honestly they're even cuter when they snooze.

[pm] Ari got you a bee house?

[pm] Okay, I’m not ashamed to admit that everything I know about bees comes from the Bee Movie

[pm] But surely bees don’t actually snooze

[ivytravers]

@silasselwyn​

“I mean you could try relaxing and having a drink instead of looking at me like that?”

[sublisette]

Hey, I think you maybe left some hair ties at our place when your scened with Ryan. I know they’re not hers because she only uses the thin ones and these are thick.

Oh - yeah, I probably did, I don’t keep really good track of them.  I can come by and get them tomorrow if you don’t mind waiting until then?

[francofogarty]

subsilask liked your photo

Why thank you! I’m not sure we have met, I’m Franco Hart, Submissive.

@subsilask

[eric-rush]

Just a word | Silas & Eric

1pm, Capitol Hill | @silassanford

Eric hated the capitol in many ways, compared to the dignity of the White House the endless halls of offices and flitter of every kind of person under the sun (rarely around for good reasons) was a pretty picture of everything wrong with democracy. In and out come the deals, the pacts and the trades. Where Senators and Representatives hide away from the very states they swore to represent but never care to see the condition of until election time. 

Perhaps it’s why he may never truly make it as a politician. He had, of course, some aspirations for higher office, but he planned on making it without having to ever put his foot on that cursed Senate and House floor. Let the pawns dance around the campfire, watching the nation burn while fueled by their incompetence. The real adults would do the rest.

Silas Sanford was one such adult, but also a craven opportunist that always made Eric’s mouth taste foul. It wasn’t hard to be a gun-loving, so-called Christian and pro-lifer in Alabama, but everyone knew that Silas did more than just play to his base. Eric had been around Washington DC enough to hear the tales of a man who will just about promise anything to anyone if it means a leg up. You’d struggle to squint and actually find an honest social agenda behind anything Silas did, but that was preciously why he was such a threat. You didn’t fault a snake for using its venom.

If he could help it, he would leave all this slugging around and quiet words to those who enjoyed the whole sick fiasco, but there were moments he had to get into the ring too. In the name of the law, or so he told himself. The Disarmament Bill may have passed, but only fools think that legislature lives only on the floors of congress, especially not when it came to policy change such as this. The next stage was the real world, where lawsuits and constitutional challenges were abound. And it was his job, as White House Counsel, to protect the President’s position as much as he could, which included talking to scaley creatures like Sanford.

He knocked the on Senator’s door with a faint sigh, pulling his suit jacket a little closer as he readied himself to enter the pit and hope he didn’t get poisoned. 

[cassidyastorxaviershaw]

Ya know Eli, the new Sylvester Dom is being real fair to you. You’re being kind of catty. I’m not gonna tell you want to do, but I will warn you that you’re probably toeing the line pretty heavy. There’s bigger things to worry about in the world. Maybe don’t be a dick about a Dom trying to be a good Dom.

Sure. I am just trying to have a conversation. I already told him I won’t interact with him any more so don’t worry.