[ He was honestly surprised it was that easy. Silco had plenty of tools under his coat, but straightforward had always worked so well for him in the past, but in Kenos... less so. Other than Kowloon, he supposed. These people spoke the language that Silco did, the coercion that came from power, and bullying, and saccharine words that was silk over a dagger.
Silco's methods weren't meant to work for people who did not speak his language, and he had none of the fear or need to make peace that he did with the Pilties, to change. He was all of his worst qualities here, so it's always surprising when someone actually responds to it properly.
His lips twitched, and he reached out with that graying, corrupted hand. ]
Very well.
[ Matt will feel it, the moment he makes contact. Silco wears gloves for several reasons β less than he had before Sebastian had tried to eat his soul β but when his skin makes contact with Matt, he will feel it, that electric jolt, like placing his hand on the third rail, and feeling all of the power, none of the pain. He'll jerk, because your body must when infused with so much Adrenaline, but Silco's hand grasps Matt's wrist, and holds it still.
That's it. There's no bulking of his body, but Matt, if he looks to the window, will notice violet in his eyes. No haze, no strength, no speed. But the tightening of Silco's hand on his wrist will feel...distant. As if it's through batting, instead of desiccated flesh on flesh. ]
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Silco's methods weren't meant to work for people who did not speak his language, and he had none of the fear or need to make peace that he did with the Pilties, to change. He was all of his worst qualities here, so it's always surprising when someone actually responds to it properly.
His lips twitched, and he reached out with that graying, corrupted hand. ]
Very well.
[ Matt will feel it, the moment he makes contact. Silco wears gloves for several reasons β less than he had before Sebastian had tried to eat his soul β but when his skin makes contact with Matt, he will feel it, that electric jolt, like placing his hand on the third rail, and feeling all of the power, none of the pain. He'll jerk, because your body must when infused with so much Adrenaline, but Silco's hand grasps Matt's wrist, and holds it still.
That's it. There's no bulking of his body, but Matt, if he looks to the window, will notice violet in his eyes. No haze, no strength, no speed. But the tightening of Silco's hand on his wrist will feel...distant. As if it's through batting, instead of desiccated flesh on flesh. ]