Innocence Died Screamin'

Silas Avery - 25 - A gift from the Gods

[the-silas-avery]

wadeavery‌:

Wade loathed returning to the manor that had served as his home for the better part of his life, but there was a seeping coldness he felt the moment he stepped in. Though their parents were away both being dead and then another in Azkaban, Wade was reassured by the company of Silas. At least he still had his brother, his best friend. He was a fly to a flame for Silas even if they were about as different as hues could be. 

“It’s called work. Good to see you too,” Wade clipped off, rolling his eyes skyward as he glanced around the room. Already the foyer gave him the impression the house keeping was not up to where it should be. It was a large manor for only one man to live in. “I-one is fine. For now. I can’t be getting hammered. I have another shift tomorrow that starts rather early. When are you getting one of those jobs?”

Silas rolled his eyes. Yeah, sure! One drink, okay! Silas was off to the foyer to find the good alcohol. “Okay, okay. Work! Yeah, sounds like, fun, being yelled at by shite-heads all day, touchy grimey people and being ass tired every night.” He laughed at himself, “Hoppin’ right on it!”  He shrugged as he entered the foyer, going to the drink table and pouring the both of them a glass of whiskey. “Look, I’m not cut out for that shit. We both know that. Besides. No one else is going to. Pretend to clean up this shit hole.” He held out Wade’s drink to him. “And I’m not really uh, the face of customer service here.” 

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river-leejo‌:

That tension stayed in their body at first, that anger still boiling inside of them, but with the feeling of that hand in their hair, pulling them in, they quieted. It was like he didn’t want to let them go. And then they were just kissing him. They couldn’t ignore it, they could never ignore it as completely as they wanted to. Their hands found Silas Avery’s collar and pulled him up, letting out a soft sound against his lips. Their grip on his collar loosened, and they slipped their hands up to hold his jaw, cradle his cheeks, hold him properly. And they kissed him for a long while in that alley, until they were breathless with it, before reaching for Silas’s wrist, and gently pulling that hand out of their hair. 

“Let me go,” they murmured, like always.

It was easier to just hold Lee. It was just easier to kiss them, and not think about anything else. Why did everything have to be so complicated? So difficult? He couldn’t understand it all the time. He really couldn’t.  His grip loosened on their shirt, just barely holding on, fingers curling into their hair, holding them close, continuing to kiss them. He opened his eyes when they pulled away, when they weren’t as close, when they spoke. He frowned just the slightest bit. Silas let go of Jordan’s hair, hesitantly. His hands moved to their chest, gently touching the fabric of their shirt. He didn’t know what to do now. 

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river-leejo‌:

For a moment they stared down at Silas Avery’s bloodied face and wondered if maybe, this time, he might let them go, and let them keep going, and never try to follow again. And then they were being yanked down against him. They gasped, felt their lips meet his and let out a grunt into his mouth, tasting blood and drink on him. Their head was spinning. Brows furrowed, teeth clenched, they pulled away as soon as they felt him pushing against their chest. There was blood on their lips now, his blood. With a growl, they were falling forward again, kissing him back. It always ended up this way. As surely as they tried to avoid it, as much as they tried to make it go away, Avery always found them. Avery always pulled them back in, at least for these moments.

He still was just, struck. He didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know what to think. It was easier that way, wasn’t it? To not linger on thoughts. Just, act. Just act and not think about it at all.  Avery tightened his grip on Lee’s shirt when they were close again. When they kissed him back, were kissing him again. He clutched them closely, one of his hands going to the back of their head, holding them close, keeping them together. Was this what he wanted? He wasn’t going to stop and think about it. 

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river-leejo‌:

They felt Silas’s grip let up the smallest bit, but didn’t relax at all theirself, just in case. It was harder to feel angry, seeing that look in his eyes, they’d known what they were saying. Acknowledging it was the last thing Silas wanted, likely. It was the last thing Lee wanted, too. They knew they’d hurt him somewhere deep inside with their words. Warmth prickled up the back of their neck at his words, and they frowned, the thought made them ache. They were angry, they couldn’t forgive him. They wouldn’t. They gave a sudden shove forward, all of their weight, and rolled them over again. They grabbed harder at his collar, shoved his shoulders down against the ground. “You can’t have me.”

Why? Why not? Silas didn’t understand. He just didn’t. Hitting the ground again jostled him, made him bite his tongue this time. Ugh. His mouth just tasted like copper and subpar beer. There was so much going on, his head was buzzing-Nothing was in his mind for more than a few seconds. Silas couldn’t concentrate right now. He was too confused, too jumbled and angry and and and- Just another impulsive decision. Snatching up Lee’s shirt, yanking them down. Kissing them, hard. He pushed them away, just slightly, just enough to stare them down. He didn’t know what else to do. 

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river-leejo‌:

Clumsy as they were, Lee ran right into Silas when he appeared suddenly in front of them, easily finding theirself being tackled back to the ground, their back on the concrete this time. Their head spun for a moment after hitting against it, and they blinked up at Silas, saw the blood in his teeth… “You keep acting like it’s my fault… You know… You know why it can’t happen anymore, Silas…” they breathed heavily, golden eyes looking right up into that grey. Reaching up, they grabbed hard at his upper arm, the collar of his shirt, tense like they were going to throw him away again but not moving yet to do so. “You made your choice. You didn’t choose me.”

Those words made him grit his teeth, scowling down at Lee. That....Silas didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what to think. His grip on Lee loosened, just a bit. He’d just...He’d wanted...He didn’t know. Something, fun. Whatever he was told was good. Just, something. Lee made this all too complicated.  Silas got what he wanted. That’s all he knew. How to take. That’s it. There wasn’t any reasoning, and deeper thinking behind it. He wanted it, he got it. Plain and simple. Now. Now he didn’t know what to do, what to say.  “...But I still want you.” Why was this all so confusing? 

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river-leejo‌:

Their teeth were grit hard as they were both sent to the ground with their tackle, Silas was laughing like it was all in good fun, like they were a couple of friends blowing off some steam, as they rolled and struggled on the concrete. He caught them in the face again, and Lee immediately returned the favor, splitting their knuckles on his jaw. “You’ve really got nothing better to do, huh-?” They hit him again, hoping to shake him enough to pull theirself away, get away from him, “you can’t just fucking leave it alone-”

Shoving away from him, they grabbed for their backpack, hoping to make a run for it.

He gasped when he was punched this time. OH fuck he definitely bit the inside of his mouth too. He tasted blood. He was dazed after getting hit again, trying to snatch Jordan’s hand before they hit him and being unsuccessful in it.  “C’mon sunshine, you really gunna fuckin’ chicken out-” He spat blood onto the concrete as he scrambled himself back onto his feet, “That ain’t the fuckin’ way, is it-?”  Silas didn’t hesitate to use his magic, apparating from where he was to in front of Jordan to tackle them right back down to the ground, snatching up their arm and shirt, “You weren’t tryin’ to ditch me, were ya?” 

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river-leejo‌:

“I know better than to fall for that shit, Avery- And I don’t like it.” They yanked him back, slammed him again against the wall, only to have their hair yanked hard enough to have their head tipping right back, to have Lee bearing their throat for him. “Fuck-” they tried to keep their grip on him and he shoved them back, sending their clumsy legs staggering. They caught theirself on the side of a nearby dumpster and took a moment to breathe, calm the spinning in their head. The felt like their blood was boiling over, like they wanted to grab Avery and yank him around, give him pain to make up for what they were feeling. With a snarling shout, they spun back around on him, and tackled him to the ground.

Silas was again laughing, seeing how easily they were getting riled up over all this. This was the fucking fun he was looking for. Though he was expecting their charging at him, the two of them were still thrown to the ground. At least Silas avoided bashing his head into the cement below. He snatched up Lee’s arm, trying to shove them back as he also took another swing at their face. He was definitely thrashing under them, trying to toss Lee back off so he could get back up, but it wasn’t going the smoothest Silas could have hoped for. 

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floraeuadne‌:

Normally, Flora would have told Wade that she was planning to visit the Avery estate, and then he would have made sure his brother was aware of it, and prepared, and presentable. But if she was going to marry Silas Avery, and at the moment he was the closest thing to a prospect that she had, she would need to learn  how to handle him herself. It just wouldn’t do to constantly have Wade acting as the go between in their marriage, or to have people whispering that the true bond was between Flora and Wade, and  Silas was merely a means to an end. 

So today was really a fact finding mission. Flora was on a quest to discover just how much of a mess Silas was when left to his own  devices. She was pleasantly  surprised and even a little relieved to arrive and find the manor appeared to be in the midst of being cleaned. It was apparent from the expression on Silas’ face that he was not expecting her arrival, but that meant that he did, at least occasionally, experience the urge to clean, or more accurately make the house elves clean, without an immediate reason. That was something she could work with.

Her eyes darted quickly from her note in his hand to the piles of discarded mail and she filed the information away. Next time, she would use colored parchment, something to catch his eye and pique his interest amidst the masses of beige. She smiled, doing her best to make it seem warm and genuine. “I suppose one could say, better late than never.”

Silas chuckled to himself over his own words. He thought he was quite funny and likable. Everyone did. Not counting the people who absolutely hated his guts, of course. He shrugged, setting down Flora’s note with the rest of the mail. “Would’a read it sooner, ain’t been round much this week, sorry Carrow.”  “But, I’m here now, and you’re lucky you caught me. And that I wasn’t planning on anything,” He clapped his hands together, “But! It’s food time! Brunch? Dunno. You want something? Cuz I’m starving. Basil-!” Silas called for a house elf that was immediately appearing before him.  “Can ya get started on a-lunch-breakfast, something something? Surprise me. And uh-Whatdidya want, Flora?” If she’d already spoken it was clear he wasn’t paying a lick of attention. 

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river-leejo‌:

There was a quick, sharp burst of pain when their heads connected, but Lee had butted a person too many times before to be too shaken by it now, they were used to it. They took that short moment where Silas seemed to need to gather himself to right their stance and wind up again- Only to snarl at the sound of that nickname coming out of Silas’s mouth, in his voice. “I’ve got a bloody name, Avery,” they growled, grabbing for his arm the next time he swing for them, still getting it in the shoulder but getting him in the side with their other fist at the same time. “You want to go back to old times- so badly-” They grunted, feeling the pain but not pulling away immediately, this time grabbing onto him and yanking his body around to slam against the alley wall if they could. “How about you stop being such an evil git?”

Silas grit his teeth when he felt the fist collide with his torso. Eugh, that was a rough one. He snatched up a handful of Lee’s shirt as he was shoved into the wall, growling right back at them. “Evil? Me? Oh, no no no. Ya got me all wrong, c’mon. I’m jus’ a guy who likes to play rough, you know? Who don’t like that?”  He laughed as he snatched up a handful of Lee’s hair to yank their head back as hard as he could, grabbing their neck and shoving roughly to get them off of him.

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river-leejo‌:

He laughed, and Lee chuckled a bit under their breath, the smirk finding their face again. He wasn’t being genuine, but they went along with it easily anyway, as they were always want to do with jokes, “I bloody knew it, you really need to get yourself a proper hobby.”

They shrugged, “when you’ve got a face like mine it just comes naturally- OI-” before they could finish what they were saying, their was a fist swinging towards their face, and it did connect, whipping their head around with the force of it. “Fuck,” they spat on the concrete, a hand coming up to feel at their jaw as they turned back to Avery. “Alright, alright, come here-” They grabbed at the front of his shirt and yanked him in, ramming their head against his before shoving him back again.

He sneered when his fist connected, oh hell yes. That was exactly what he wanted. He didn’t have time to react before his shirt was being snatched, before Lee butted heads with him and sent him stumbling back into the wall. A grunt came out of him as Silas steadied himself against the bricks, practically snarling at Lee with a smile. Silas cracked his knuckles.  “Aw, ain’t this just like old times, sunshine?” He just wanted to rile them up even more. Hands balled into fists he stepped towards Jordan to take another swing at them. 

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wadeavery‌:

location: Avery manor closed: @the-silas-avery​

The Avery manor stood stoic against the landscape and Wade wouldn’t look twice at the archaic building but it was home. Even if he moved out, Wade made the effort to see Silas at the manor especially since their parents weren’t around. It wasn’t as if he worried about his brother, but he ought to knowing the trouble he could easily get into. When he pushed the door open and found a house-elf at the door immediately, he could tell that something was off putting. “Silas,” Wade called out, only hearing his echo in the grand room. “Where is he?” Wade turned to the house-elf but wasn’t greeted with an answer and instead the appearance of the man in question. The manor had only ever served as somewhere he stayed for sleeping and eating since most of the time was at school. When the time arrived for him to move out he did so in haste. “I’m sorry I’m late. Work kept me.”

Silas was bored out of his mind today. He’d been home just cleaning the place up. Ugh. The manor needed to be redecorated, something, just anything to not make it feel like a fucking vampire’s cathedral up in here. Some less statues or something. Paintings of puppies??? He should hire a real interior decorator, actually. This shit would end up looking like a three year old designed it if he got his hands on it.  “Fuck!” Silas exclaimed seeing his brother, as he wandered into the foyer, “I basically forgot you were coming. You look like dog-shite. That a car ran over. You wanna drink? No-How many drinks do you want?” Silas was already wandering off again to find alcohol.  

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river-leejo‌:

They turned away again and shoved their piercings into their pocket. Now that their brows, nose, and mouth were free of metal, they wouldn’t have to worry so much. If Avery decided to go for their ears they’d know he was really serious, they’d deal with it like they dealt with anything. “You’ve got bad taste,” they let him know, “it’s an awful sound.” They slipped their backpack from their shoulder, the yellow looked so vibrant against the dirty concrete ground. They rolled their eyes and turned back to face Silas, “it’s Lee. Like you’ve somehow forgotten. With your persistence, seems more likely you’ve been thinking and pining after me since fifth-” they pointed at theirself, “seventh,” they pointed at Silas, “year?”

“Sort of pathetic, don’t you think? Almost makes me sad for you.”

Lee’s words drew a barking laugh from Silas. Oh yeah, definitely, “Of course, I’ve been thinkin’ about you, every waking moment. Driving me fuckin’ crazy,” He chuckled again, shaking his head. He glanced down at Lee’s backpack on the ground, then back to them. He bit his own tongue.  “At least you think highly of yourself, you know, that’s good,” He clenched his fists, gesturing between them with one of his hands, “But don’t flatter yourself too much there,” Without warning he swung a punch at their head, “Cuz you ain’t that fucking special.” 

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river-leejo‌:

“God, that’s just about the worst nickname in the world- D’you hear yourself when you say that?” They weren’t surprised to hear footsteps following them out into the alley, their skin felt too warm now in the night. They kept walking but turned to face him and walk backward a moment while they did, “how can you look at someone so pretty as me and think to call them ‘Jordie’- Honestly-” They were already reaching up to take the piercings out of their face, pretty as it was they wouldn’t want Silas to hit them and give them any new scars.

“Something’s on my ass, and contrary to my usual disposition, i’m not liking it so much.

“You don’t like ‘Jordie’? I think it’s kinda cute, y’know, endearing.” He watched with interest, seeing Jordan remove their piercings from their face. Oh. He saw. He clenched his fists reflexively. He was still wearing his rings, and made no motion to take them off.  “What is it these days then, huh? I’m sure there’s somethin’ people call you, right?”

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river-leejo‌:

They craned their chin forward a bit and returned that smile with a smirk, not wanting to give Silas their usual grin, not feeling so happy with his presence as they usually felt to have company. He dropped thee second empty bottle and golden eyes dropped with it before slipping back to meet grey. He’d drank both of them on his own in that short time? “I’m just trying to figure out why the hell you’re trailing after me like some lost puppy-” Their eyes widened a moment at that, then heavied. Their mouth fell ever so smally slack. Grabbing his hands, they shoved him fully away from them and took their opportunity to slip out the door into the cool night air of the alley.

Silas laughed when he was shoved away, stumbling into another person. He righted himself, not even bothering with whoever he’d run into. Quickly he was following Lee out into the alley, chuckling as he did so. He had that grin again, that smile that was terribly irritating to look at, and boy did he know he.  “Something on your mind, Jordie?” 

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river-leejo‌:

It was too loud and crowded to be sure, but Lee knew that Silas wouldn’t just let them walk away from him so easily. Sure enough, as they were getting to the front of the place, to the door leading out to the alley entrance in, he got close enough for them to hear his voice again. “Maybe you could if you weren’t an evil git, but I know better than to think you’ve changed your colors.” They felt that jab to their side like a squirming, building heat right up into their shoulders, up their neck, flooding into their face. Their blood boiled, and they spun around to face Silas, hands grabbing immediately for his collar and yanking him closer to their size, “sounds like you’re the one who’s missing it. What are you playing at, Avery, you want to get laid out?” “We were fighting for fun, back then. If you’re looking to start shit with me now, i’m not going easy. I only fight for fun with my friends.” Their tongue fiddled at one of the studs in their lower lip.

Silas down the rest of his beer, and he was lucky for it because when he was snatched up by his collar, he dropped the bottle, hearing it clatter to the ground. He bit his tongue with a smirk, knowing his smiling right in Lee’s face would only irritate them more. Exactly what he wanted. He grabbed their hands, yanking them off of himself. “C’mon, easy now tiger. You’re getting all up in arms already!”  He chuckled before he grabbed their shirt collar, pulling them closer just after pushing them away, “Who says I can’t still beat the ever-loving shit out of you anyways?” 

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river-leejo‌:

Lee bristled, rolling their eyes right back at the way Avery was playing coy, like this was something to joke about. Like something about the way they’d fallen out, the reason they had, was funny. Lee loved a joke, Lee loved to smile, but there was absolutely nothing funny about the kind of things Silas Avery got up to. “You don’t hurt your friends the way you hurt me, Avery. And at any rate, I know what passes for fun in your eyes. I know what awful, shitty ideas you’ve got in your head.” They frowned at the sight of that grin on Silas’s face, he knew what he was doing. So they let out a breath, smirked, shook their head a little, “right, i’m the one who’s clinging. Like i’m the one who’s approached you.” “Get me off your mind, love.” They shoved theirself away from the table, suddenly not wanting to be there anymore.

His smile faltered and he looked away for a moment. He knew what he’d done, of course. But the fact that they were still grudging. Well, maybe they had a right to. But Silas thought it was a bit silly. “C’mon, one time, one thing. We all get uh, carried away at times.” He downed the rest of his beer quickly as Lee got up from the table.  He snatched their beer. No need for it to go to waste. He sipped it as he got up as well to trail after them.  “Can’t a guy catch up with an old pal without being berated? I’m sure you miss it, huh? The fucking fights we had,” He punctuated his statement with an elbow into Lee’s side, “Don’t tell me you don’t fuckin’ miss that shit Jordie.” 

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river-leejo‌:

It was one of their off nights, one of the nights when Lee was able to go to the club to dance and drink and get rowdy rather than stand behind the booth and provide the vibe. Someone else was providing the vibe, another DJ, and Lee was enjoying it wholeheartedly. They had been there for nearly an hour, were already glowing from the dancing, already tucked away at a booth taking a break, when someone new joined their table. They turned to him with a wide grin on their face, electric from the night, but it fell to a scoff the moment they realized just who it was. Even in the dim, strobing light of the club, they would recognize Silas Avery anywhere. “Hmmmn… Yes, it’s been years, wonder why that might be,” they played along for a moment before sliding up out of the booth and jabbing their left elbow down onto the tabletop in front of him, showing him the jagged scar there where bone had once been broken out. “Couldn’t be because you’re a prick, could it?” “We’re not friends,” they reminded him, leaning down to growl it to him under their breath, “stay the hell away from me.”

“Oooh,” He rolled his eyes after looking at that scar. That brought back memories, didn’t it? He took a swig from his beer.  “C’mon Jordie, you still feelin’ sore about something that happened, what? Almost ten years ago now? You really that sour mate?” He loved just watching the way their blood boiled at the sight of him. This is exactly what he wanted.  “Why can’t we just let the past be the past, move on like real adults, you know? I can’t see why you’re, clinging to things like this.” He still had that obnoxious grin on his face.