[ It's a remarkable thing, that Silco is so distracted by the roiling, tempestuous sea of emotions, that he does not even fight Set. His eyes dance, and he only spared a half glance back at his office. The remnants of his altercation with Sebastian mostly hidden now that Silco has cleaned up any sign of their fight.
Their hands lock wrists, and he does not feel comfort, but for the first time in a long while, he does not feel alone. Since Jinx left several months ago, Silco's own isolation has gotten worse, exacerbated by attacks here in his very office, the way other Zenites looked to him with disdain. All things he was used to, but the last few months have been... pronounced. The crimelord digging into the things he cannot stand, driving toward destruction, self or universal. Set is the only one to reach through that shroud, and his hand on Silco's wrist does not still him, but when he pulled him to stop, his spine aligned with Set's chest β hand on him β Set can feel the pounding in his chest. It has not stopped in hours.
It has not ceased. It feels loud and painful in his chest β can Set feel it β he thinks it would burst from his chest, if it goes on much longer.
It should not feel reassuring β it never should β that there was someone he would trust with this. Is it his own desperation, his despair, that drives him to take Set to the most secret location he owns? He does not wish to, he wants to keep it hidden, but there is something more important than him, and someone that he needs to preserve.
He does not fight Set, he only stills, his hand still trembling. There was none of the anger Set would be used to, none of the pushing away, or ripping himself free.
It is. Resignation. His shoulders slump slightly, despair. ]
I know. That's why we must go.
[ When the anger bleeds from him, as it eventually will, he will be left a husk of that resignation, that despair, that loss, knowing that the one thing that he holds dear, he will never see again. Set will β he will watch her when he is gone β he will protect her like his own, because Silco knows that she is perfect, that like him, Set found her... extraordinary.
He will only reach for the cornerstone when they are ready, but he thrums with that same panicked energy, the despair and distress leaking in. Set was his partner in this, and he has soothed the worst of that roiling anger, leaving only a pit of despair in its wake. Like the tide's surge has ebbed away, leaving what remains of the seabed beneath, a gaping maw, an empty, lifeless shore. ]
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Their hands lock wrists, and he does not feel comfort, but for the first time in a long while, he does not feel alone. Since Jinx left several months ago, Silco's own isolation has gotten worse, exacerbated by attacks here in his very office, the way other Zenites looked to him with disdain. All things he was used to, but the last few months have been... pronounced. The crimelord digging into the things he cannot stand, driving toward destruction, self or universal. Set is the only one to reach through that shroud, and his hand on Silco's wrist does not still him, but when he pulled him to stop, his spine aligned with Set's chest β hand on him β Set can feel the pounding in his chest. It has not stopped in hours.
It has not ceased. It feels loud and painful in his chest β can Set feel it β he thinks it would burst from his chest, if it goes on much longer.
It should not feel reassuring β it never should β that there was someone he would trust with this. Is it his own desperation, his despair, that drives him to take Set to the most secret location he owns? He does not wish to, he wants to keep it hidden, but there is something more important than him, and someone that he needs to preserve.
He does not fight Set, he only stills, his hand still trembling. There was none of the anger Set would be used to, none of the pushing away, or ripping himself free.
It is. Resignation. His shoulders slump slightly, despair. ]
I know. That's why we must go.
[ When the anger bleeds from him, as it eventually will, he will be left a husk of that resignation, that despair, that loss, knowing that the one thing that he holds dear, he will never see again. Set will β he will watch her when he is gone β he will protect her like his own, because Silco knows that she is perfect, that like him, Set found her... extraordinary.
He will only reach for the cornerstone when they are ready, but he thrums with that same panicked energy, the despair and distress leaking in. Set was his partner in this, and he has soothed the worst of that roiling anger, leaving only a pit of despair in its wake. Like the tide's surge has ebbed away, leaving what remains of the seabed beneath, a gaping maw, an empty, lifeless shore. ]