#silas barton

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a starter for @blumhouses ft. silas barton

silas was nervous. he didn’t think he had been nervous in decades, if not longer. but he had invited thea over for the first time and he hadn’t invited anyone over in forever. in fact, he didn’t have company over, at least not invited. there was always the chance that someone, from the barton witches or some vampires from nearby might show up demanding something from him. a knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts, surprised that he hadn’t heard her approach the house because he had been so deep in thought. he left the garden, looking over the tea and baked goods he had set up for them before he hurried to the door. this still felt wrong, like he shouldn’t let her in or let her close, but thea was stubborn. perhaps the baked goods were too much. too inviting. fuck, he hated mortals sometimes. they made everything so much more complicated. 

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a closed starter for @nanlanmo ft. silas barton! 

silas didn’t expect to meet lila barton this far out from their territory. she was the matriarch of the barton witches, nothing good ever came from leaving home whe you are ruling the entire pacific northwest witches. however, lila had sent her sister, the ever cheerful winnie to welcome him back into the fold. it wasn’t their fault he was cast out, why hold anything against them. after numerous emails, finally lila had something for silas, something she needed him to do. and she was meeting him at his property. the last piece of the barton legacy that he got to hold onto nearly two hundred years ago. 

he had set out tea, he still made his own mixes, holding onto witchcraft far longer than he anticipated he would and was just about to sit down and find something to read when he echo of the doobell rang out through the halls of the large house and floated into the back garden. he took his time, he didn’t want to alarm the girl their first official meeting. however, when he opened the door, he found himself face to face with the last woman he thought would drop by his house. he new her by name of course, but the vibrant hair was the most obvious. “well, you certainly aren’t a little brunette witch from washington.” 

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2) for receiver to show up at sender’s house to confront them about something only to find sender is recovering from serious injuries. (silas/thea) @blumhouses​

silas wasn't the type to go pick anyone up from their house, he would much rather meet them somewhere in public, or if he really trusted them, he would invite them over. but he had been making more and more changes in his life since thea had been around. she hadn't messaged him back on time, not that she owed him texts at a certain time, but she was usually good at letting him know when she was busy. he was annoyed, so he broke his rule and fired up he car, stopping to fill the fucking tank since it had been months since he had taken it out, and he tracked down her address, which she had sent him when they first started seeing each other. he parked and stormed up to the door, prepared to get mad, and then possibly take her out for a spontaneously planned date because he had missed her. he knocked on the door, taking a deep but unnecessary breath, patiently counting the seconds before she opened the door. everything in him broke when he saw her, however, and he was certain that the one thing he had been terrified of coming to fruition had finally come to pass. "thea," he said, a shakey breath leaving him as he said her name.

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katherine ‘reine’ decima barton, practicing barton witch & con artist (52) 

victoria ‘vic’ lilith barton, non-practicing barton witch and nurse (36)

silas rainier barton, non-practicing barton witch and vampire (33/461)

lila ronaele barton, barton witch matriarch & leader (25)

wendolyn “winnie” angelica barton, practicing barton witch and bartender (21)

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📱 (do whoever you want to do)

SILAS : thea

ringtone: you send me - sam cooke (and he hates phones, so everyone else has the default tone) contact photo: whatever selfie she has sent him immediately becomes her picture. text style: silas is basically an old man. she is a much faster texter than he is. text speed: silas forgets his phone everywhere. but he still replies as soon as he hears the phone. bless vampiric hearing. text frequency: silas texts her far more than he thought he would. call frequency: silas will always call over texting. he calls often. missed calls: silas never ignores her calls, even if he is upset with her. last text: thea, please respond to me. i know i fucked up, but you can't ignore me forever. i have the advantage of time in this one.

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F U L L   N A M E   …   silas rainier barton A L I A S E S   …   sy, rainier, hexblood, knife witch, betrayer, honeybee A G E   …   thirty-three/four hundred sixty one B I R T H D A T E   …   february 25th  G E N D E R   …   cismale O R I E N T A T I O N   …   pansexual

born one of the barton legacy witches, silas traded his magic and legacy for love and eternal life. paaka didn’t love him however, not in the same ways that silas longed for, and so he locked himself away, living in solitude in a huge house all by himself before he decided it was time to give the world another chance.