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viktor x silco lovechild. and now i will show myself out 💜
Fire Of Zaun S1E21
Full chapter on AO3 (Chapter 24)
The piano’s motif continues to circle.
“There are things I should have told you,” Silco says. “Though time has a rather cruel way of establishing its value once you’ve wasted enough of it.”
A violin rises within the melody, and for the first time the two instruments play together.
“When I found you…”
His voice begins to slip away as fire flashes through your mind, vivid enough to make your body believe you’re there again.
“Let me show you.”
Your eyes flick to the orange window.
“I—” Your voice catches. “I can’t.”
The moment the words leave you, pressure cinches beneath your sternum, forcing your hand to your chest.
You look to Silco. Panic shoots through you at the sight of his outline already wavering, erasing sections of his body before the darkness relinquishes him again.
“Not yet…” you say, barely managing the sound. “I’m not ready for you to go.”
The strain in your tone tightens his features. With visible reluctance, he turns toward the second window. Tears gather with every step he takes farther away, blurring the figure you’re already struggling to keep.
“Don’t leave me here,” you plead.
A long silence passes before he faces you fully and extends his hand.
“Come with me.”
His voice reaches through the fear. The tenderness in his expression is so raw that you can almost hear the question he never speaks aloud.
Will you trust me?
Before you realize it, your body has already answered. Your heartbeat races as you cross the distance between you, the music growing more urgent as though willing you to reach him before it’s too late.
The instant your fingers close around his, the piano and violin erupt together.
Amber light tears through the frame so searingly bright that it sends you into a blinding fog.
Memories rush past. You witness your first meeting with Silco and finally understand his demeanor when you mention your last name. The balcony overlooking The Last Drop rises beneath your feet as Silco signals the guard the instant a stranger’s hand settles against your back. The image shifts, placing you beside him in the alley while he watches the man who touched you suffer for it. Then Sevika’s voice reaches him, telling him what Marcus had done to you. Moments later, Marcus lies beneath Silco’s bloodied boot as he crushes the same hands that had hurt you. The stone gives way beneath the final blow, and the memory collapses with it.
Slowly, the laboratory comes into focus. You’re standing beside Silco, listening as the other version of you explains why Finn had been the necessary sacrifice.
“I did it to protect you.”
The hard edge you remembered from that night is still there, but you catch something you had missed from where you stood. His scarred iris flares, and for the first time you understand the weight those words carried.
Every moment you had fought to hold finally falls into place. You had offered Silco a ruinous degree of loyalty first, and everything that followed had been his answer to it.
The corner of his mouth begins to curve, and you see now that what you had given him would never belong to anyone else. He would make certain of it.
The realization draws a small smile from you just as the room begins to flicker. The pull returns with a force you can no longer resist, drawing you away as the laboratory starts to disappear around you.
Whether an instant passes or an eternity, you have no way of knowing.
Feeling returns gradually. Pressure beneath your back is the first thing you become aware of. When your eyes open, light floods your vision so fiercely that you squeeze them shut again. Darkness has blotted out the light when you open them a second time, and your throat tightens when you see them.
Teal and amber.
Only now, they are suspended directly above you.
One disappears for a fraction of a second before returning, leaving you unsure whether you had imagined it. You blink once, then again, until the colors slowly resolve.
They aren’t windows.
They are Silco’s mismatched eyes.
i miss them // dads I drew for a local zine a while ago
Some Silco drawings before bed^^
Arcane hates Silco so much why did they try to say silco killed vi's parents lmao 😭😭😭 knowing damn well we say the enforcers do it AND the story HINGES on the fault being the enforcers 😭😭😭😭
my fictional crushes are so funny because how do i simultaneously have a crush on Sejanus and Silco
That one scene from Mamma Mia. :) #silco #jinx
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