[ Some would find him traitorous and warped, for the bond he shares with such a detestable man.
None could understand, what it feels like to be someone that Silco shares his deepest secret with. He would feel foolish to call it trust, but what else could it be between them? A solemn understanding, a line they drew together that was unique to them, where it would never be applied to anyone else. Should anyone else prioritize like them, they would be ignored. Used and abused. Perhaps it was the similarity of the dark rot within them; sticky and poisonous, born of grand dreams and a desire for something better that had been ruined by a loved one's betrayal.
Imagine.
To be needed by him, in Silco's most vulnerable moment. It feels like the greatest power, the most valuable gift. To know, even if Silco will not give anything up for him, he is still critical to him. Those spindly fingers around his wrists are known to him, and he does not shake them off nor seek to take them against his palms the way he might with another. Silco is full of emotions Set knew he was capable of, for what else could feed his anger and loathing? and he twists his wrist over in the man's grasp to fit his fingers lock-and-step around a scrawny wrist in turn.
Firm, but not restricting. ] Silco, breathe. Steady now.
[ Simply put. Back towards the Cornerstone they go, with Set willingly following a dangerous, opportunistic man into the unknown. His free hand finds the angle of his shoulder and holds him firm for a moment, drawing Silco's spine back into the strong line of Set's chest. The hand slips to the center of his chest, to his sternum. Presses like a weight, strong and secure. He does not ask him to calm, nor discard the chaos of his emotions.
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None could understand, what it feels like to be someone that Silco shares his deepest secret with. He would feel foolish to call it trust, but what else could it be between them? A solemn understanding, a line they drew together that was unique to them, where it would never be applied to anyone else. Should anyone else prioritize like them, they would be ignored. Used and abused. Perhaps it was the similarity of the dark rot within them; sticky and poisonous, born of grand dreams and a desire for something better that had been ruined by a loved one's betrayal.
Imagine.
To be needed by him, in Silco's most vulnerable moment. It feels like the greatest power, the most valuable gift. To know, even if Silco will not give anything up for him, he is still critical to him. Those spindly fingers around his wrists are known to him, and he does not shake them off nor seek to take them against his palms the way he might with another. Silco is full of emotions Set knew he was capable of, for what else could feed his anger and loathing? and he twists his wrist over in the man's grasp to fit his fingers lock-and-step around a scrawny wrist in turn.
Firm, but not restricting. ] Silco, breathe. Steady now.
[ Simply put. Back towards the Cornerstone they go, with Set willingly following a dangerous, opportunistic man into the unknown. His free hand finds the angle of his shoulder and holds him firm for a moment, drawing Silco's spine back into the strong line of Set's chest. The hand slips to the center of his chest, to his sternum. Presses like a weight, strong and secure. He does not ask him to calm, nor discard the chaos of his emotions.
Just to remember: ] You know I am with you.