Summary: The seemingly never-ending torture of having you in this existance, his soulmate, wasn't the fact that he had to wait for destiny to allow for the two of you to unite; it was the fact that he now had to wait on you.
A/N: Giving zero-fucks and posting a practice-drabble I've written between edits for my Timer series. Timer is a doozy, and it's gonna be a big-ride, but sometimes I just wanna sit down and play with my slow-burn enemies(?)-to-lover soulmates outside of their main storyline.
With that in mind, enjoy a largely contextless-drabble in the Timer Universe!
Warnings: SFW, power-dynamics, complex relationships, soulmate/soultimer AU, enemies-to-lovers, unresolved tension, background Zaunite politics, Silco thirsting and being cockblocked by his own soulmate, large time-skip in main Timer-universe.
Timer Prologue | AO3
"You are losing my interest," He muttered, eye narrowing while the other glowed. "And that can be a very dangerous thing." The only response he gets is a laugh, short and light.
"All I've ever had is your interest," You teased, but it's layered beneath indifference, and nonchalance. The same tone is in your eyes, which don't drop from his, even as you tilt your chin down. The wine swirls in your glass, reflecting your face in vinaceous. "We both know it. I could imagine it'd be refreshing to not be your obsession for a few minutes."
It's his turn to laugh, but Silco can only manage a snort. "I am not-"
"It's alright, it's flattering more than anything." You bring the red to your lips, slipping your eyes closed. Gracefully, you tip your headback instead of bringing the glass even closer to your face, and the view gives Silco a completely look at the expanse of your throat, which shifts slowly with the movement of your smooth swallow.
His own throat feels parched at the sight.
But reaching for a glass would be coinciding, and showing defeat in either words, or actions is not acceptable, not with you.
You part your lips audibly after draining your glass, still not yet used to the rich flavor, but you elegantly return it to the serving tray on the edge of his desk. "Flattering, but a bit presumptuous. You haven't even asked me out for dinner yet." "Because I don't want to," Silco replies, again shortly.
"Right," You say with a smile, and lie just as easily, if not as subtly, as the Eye does. "And you don't interest me. Have you ever thought about how dangerous that could be?" Silco feels just jaw tick with the clench of his teeth. It's difficult, really, to not tell you how that scares him to death every day. That one day, you'll grow bored. One day, you'll leave, and not return.
That one day, you'll return to the Alcoves, and never step foot in Undercity again.
And just like that, he's lost his soulmate.
Were you any other Zaunite, he could pull strings to keep you around, keep you Underground. And you know it, which is why you stand from your chair so casually, not waiting for his leave or permission to conclude this meeting.
Because, you are a queen in your own right. The only hold Silco truly has on you, is his ticking numbers on your wrist, while your hold over him only encapsulates ever further with every meeting. Even now, he feels it tighten around him when you smile, seemingly kind, but he sees that taunt behind the teeth.
"I think we both know, Silco, that we have our attention on one another. And it's not a fact that's going to change."
"Perhaps. That doesn't change the fact that if I am not losing interest, i'm losing paitence." An equally dangerous thing, he thought, but you were unphased.
You shrugged, noncommittal. "Tragic. We waited most of our lifetime though, surely you can wait another week until I get that report for you." A pause than, carefully innocently, "Or perhaps it will be longer until our next meeting. There is some business Topside I need to handle on my end... surely you understand, you aren't exactly my priority."
Leaning back in his chair, hands folded atop one another, he scowled at you. At your gall, of both existing and smiling like there's not a damn thing wrong with the image. The image of him having to wait on you for the next move. "Sometimes," He ponders aloud. "I think I liked you better, as just a set of numbers on my wrist."
His soulmate only laughs, and you smirk when you meet his eyes.
"I love that you think I can believe that."
You dip your chin at him, a nod of mutual respect between figureheads, before you turn on your heel. Nails bite into his hand as he watches you walk - he should be able to stop you. Should be able to order your return, to demand your attention, and, perhaps, ask you to stay...
But you're as powerful, as regal as he is, and even on his own territory, Silco is powerless to stop you from walking out the door.
Fist hits his desktop after a moment, his untouched glass and your empty one clinking together at the edge with his snarled curse. Frustration has never been new for him, especially not when it comes to the presence of his soulmate. Frustration of years and years, waiting, was something he grew used to as numbers counted down to the moment fate would allow your paths to cross.
Foolishly, he'd believed his frustration would cease upon meeting you. Upon your clocks reaching zero, and you would be united as one, and there would be no more frustration in terms of he and his other-half.
But you had a habit of only making his ire at waiting grow, and spiteful, he yanks at his sleeve until it pulls down, directing a mixed-glared down at numbers, stopped in their time:
000021.090923
Twenty-one days, and a little over nine hours.
That's the total amount of time Silco had ever been in the presence of his other-half, and with a withering sigh, he knew that even if that number grew, it would never, ever be enough for him.
Silco wouldn't lose interest though. Couldn't. Even with the wait, as asinine and grating as it was, as you were, he couldn't get you out of his mind. Perhaps it was only desperation, but Silco hoped that you were unable to get him out of your own as well. If only for the two of you to feel equal in yet another way, not just in soul and in positions of power, but in the fact that thoughts often felt wholly consumed of one another.
Which was exactly what infuriated him. That one person, could capture his attention and his want so wholly, and smile as if it were nothing. Smile, because even though you could surely see how you consumed him so, you enjoyed riling him up in such a way - to skip into his life, before becoming fleeting and just out of reach, but close enough to for him to hear your chuckles and see your smirks, as you always passed him, just out of reach.
His soulmate.
Taunting him.
The seemingly never-ending torture of having you in this existance, his soulmate, wasn't the fact that he had to wait for destiny to allow for the two of you to unite; it was the fact that he now had to wait on you. And you both knew it.
And, with the memory of your farewell-smirk clear in his mind, Silco finally shoved his sleeve back over his timer, and reached for his untouched glass. Because he knew, you were more than happy to make him wait as long for as you wanted, and far past the limits of his patience.
Silco took a deep, long swing of his wine, at the realization that he despised you, and adored you for it.
