#silco.

[fleshtv]

uh so i lied about my s/os for arcane / league of legends. this is my s/o & he is making me feel A LOT OF THINGS.

[dimitresca]

“  SHE’S A PRETTY CHILD.  ”      With a REAL NAME  ( NOT JINX )  she’d be easily wed.   Still, it is polite and it is true.   Alcina reclines, resplendent, her chair custom-created for just such an occasion.   From the shimmering window panes they watched their daughters screech, throw bombs, and threaten one another with sickles.  Jinx mixed well with her childre, both sets owing this to their STRONG PARENTS.   She raises her wine glass to her lips.      “    You were saying   -    business is good, lately, yes ?     ”

@zaunfought​   and i  are starting the MILF/DILF alliance .  the evil but loving parents union.

[necropsis]

[gambl4r]

[dimitresca]

-- - ❝ I understand the urgency of life. In the distance there is truth which cuts like a knife : I will die. ❞

@biophmet ♥ for a starter from my spotify wrapped. adore - savages.

[dimitresca]

a scowl marks their face, leaning around their father's taller frame to look up at the even taller woman. they dart around him to stare up at her, gently backing into silco as if they'll be an adequate shield for their father. shimmer brightens the glow in their irises. "we're a package deal." they can only hope that'll be enough to keep him safe, or else they'll have to get silco away before they can try to fight.

her own eyes mirror them, a moon reflecting suns. they aren't the only ones with eyes transformed with the neon sinew. her own are small lids of colour, slits visible from under the brim of her hat, alight with the sickly miracles of mother miranda. her gaze bores down upon the zaunite pair. the little stand of bravery from jinx elicits a teasing, drawn-out 'mmm.' the ghost of a smile flits over her mouth.

seconds trickle by, and fingers drum against her ornate armchair. "my, my. two little venomous snakes. intertwined." her tone is cool, toying. she leans forward, her face coming into the light. it's deadened, grey - painted over with the sort of meticulous femininity one finds painted on by a mortician, displayed in a piltover coffin. her lips pull back into a sneer. "come forward. present yourself to me." she curls her leather-gloved index finger toward herself, ignoring silco entirely. a win in its own right: it is generally worse if she does not ignore.

[dimitresca]

@zaunfought​ liked for a starter.

“ I’m not being hysterical.  ”   She’s got a dangerous look in her eyes, and is completely composed.  A half-smile plays on her lips, and she will only smile more as the severity of the situation comes to rest in her mind like a needle in a lion’s paw. The Pallboys are after wrangling their way into a sticky one this time, and without her knowledge or permission. SHE’D KILL WHOEVER WAS RESPONSIBLE LATER.   For now, she’s got to face off against a King Pin like it’s no big deal     ( and truly ,  Silco ought to remember that he too was speaking to her and her families both were very wealthy ! )     because his little drug-running sycophant didn’t pay them for the week they spent playing his bar. She’d never have taken this job if she’d known it was for a man as disreputable and weak  as whatever little slug had gone running off to Mother Silco as soon as the consequences of his actions became clear.   “   Your man promised mine fair payment for services rendered.  Our services were rendered. ”    And yes, maybe she’d scoldingly told Romeo to go threaten Silco’s stupid man for his lack of payment, and  yes,  maybe it had escalated into the killing of a beloved family pet, but that was irrelevant to their business arrangement.  If it was such an issue, Silco’s man ought to have gotten a contract.    He ought to have paid.