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Pretty on the Outside, or Not [Gein/Silas]

He awoke with a gasp, ice-cold water causing his lungs to contract when his body told them not to. The Imperial sucked in hurried breaths and quickly shook his head to get the water away from his hair and out of his face; an action he would soon regret as a heavy, thundering sensation set in the back of his head.

Silas groaned, gritting his teeth and struggled against the chains that kept him tied to the table he was laying on. The shackles felt tight around his wrists, and the more he tugged on them the more they seemed to dig into his skin.

He hadn't seen anyone yet, but neither had he actively been looking around to see if he could spot someone either; not until now that is.

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Someone's Bound to Get Burned [Silas, Tort]

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His words snatched at hidden insecurities and brought old memories of a drunk father to her mind. They burned, but she couldn’t stop herself. She went back to the mindset she had been taught before. She shut down emotionally. And then… she laughed. Outright laughed.

“I’m glad you think so, Silas,” she replied and bit her lower lip for a second, before shaking her head and smiling. “You were never worth my affection, and you’re not worth my anger either.” She took a deep breath and looked down at the bottle of brandy in her hand.

“So, we’re through here,” she stated firmly, looking up to meet his eyes again. “I don’t want to see or hear from you anymore. I don’t want to have to keep… pretending.” Tort tossed the bottle of brandy towards him and it clattered to the floor, rolling away. She turned her back to him and made her way to the door. Before she closed it, she said calmly over her shoulder,

“Goodbye, Silas.”

She didn’t dare break down in front of the man, but on the way home she would be unable to hold back the tide any longer, and she would openly sob.

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The Imperial said nothing as Tort left, only smiled at her one last time before the door closed behind her. When Tort was gone Silas moved over to the broken glass on the floor, making sure not to step in it with his bare feet. Luckily the glass hadn't shattered into any tiny pieces, and made the cleanup job rather easy. He carried the broken glass with him out of the room and the innkeeper told him where he could put it.

Now, where was that wench?

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Someone's Bound to Get Burned [Silas, Tort]

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His words cut deep, and his tone caused her to flinch slightly. She looked away from him, downwards at the floor. She clenched her hands, one still holding the bottle of brandy she brought him, and she let out another shuddering breath.

“You… disgust me, Silas,” she murmured slowly, looking up at meet his eyes. Her brows were furrowed in anger and there was only the slightest hint of hurt in her eyes.

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"Good, then it probably won't hurt as much when I tell you the truth." He smiled at her, a wicked and almost pleased grin. The Imperial changed his weight again and the grin only lessened a little when he looked her over quickly.

"You must be incredibly stupid," he began with a slow shake of his head. "To think anyone would actually want to be with you. You're an easy target, a lost little lamb," he paused and the grin returned. "You're a stupid whore and nobody's ever going to want you, and you know it as well as I do." His words were sharp, and as he spoke he never broke eye contact with her.

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Someone's Bound to Get Burned [Silas, Tort]

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Tort stood in complete shock, her chest felt both heavy and empty at the same time and she felt her eyes sting with tears. She took a few shuddering breaths and swallowed when he spoke.

“I came to see you,” she croaked, her throat suddenly dry as the tavern wench nudged passed her to leave. “Because its… Heart’s Day… and you’re… supposed to…” But she stopped, she couldn’t bring herself to speak anymore. She felt herself on the verge of collapse, but she fought back the tide.

“You…” she took a deep breath, her voice shaking when she spoke, and trailed off, choosing to close her eyes and shake her head as if that would clear how she felt.

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"And I'm supposed to what?" he echoed almost mockingly and changed his weight. "You know I don't celebrate holidays and I couldn't, in all honesty, care less about what bloody day it is," his tone changed and became more of a hiss than a grumble.

The Imperial took a few steps towards Tort, but stopped and at arms length away from her. "What were you expecting, Tort? That I'd sit here and twiddle my thumbs, while I wait for my next act?" He shook his head and let out a short laugh. "Get real, girl. That's not how this works."

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Someone's Bound to Get Burned [Silas, Tort]

It had taken some asking around, but eventually Tortulja had been directed to Dawnstar — the place where she and Silas had originally met — as to where the Imperial was now. She stopped to gather a few things, some brandy for Silas and a few snacks for the trip.

Once there, she made her way to Windpeak Inn, and asked the innkeeper if there was an Imperial named Silas staying there. The Nord man, Thoring, gave Tort an odd look, but nodded and told her where his room was.

Though nervous, having not seen Silas for quite some time now, Tort swallowed her anxiety and put a bright smile on her face. She knocked lightly, but there was no response. She thought she heard voices inside, so she simply opened the door.

The sight dropped her heart from her chest.

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Silas had been... rather busy the past few weeks, not with performing, but sleeping his way through the Holds. As for right now, he found himself embedded in the tavern wench with a firm hold of her hips and hair, her bosom pressed against the wall.

When he heard the door open he turned his head with quite the annoyed expression on his face, and it only deepened when he recognized Tortulja. The wench turned her head too when he slowed down and turned to look over her shoulder. "Who's she?" the woman asked. The Imperial pulled out with an grumpy groan before he turned to fetch his pants and pull them on. He didn't care to explain the situation to the wench and simply tossed her the clothes she had been wearing and told her to leave. With some reluctance she did just that, her head hanging low and a slight frown on her face.

Silas turned to look at Tort, his brows furrowed into a scowl and crossed his arms over his chest. "What in Oblivion are you doing here?" he grumbled, glaring harshly at her.

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