[ Silco feels it, the measurement that is taking place, and he does not shirk, but instead he stares at Tezca head on. It is not fearless, because he is mortal, but what it is, is spiteful. His piercing gaze seems to try to weigh the measure of him, but in retaliation, Silco stares back, as if to imply: 'your gaze cannot measure the sum of me'. He meant it, too, a half-unblinking gaze that was...perhaps not as intense as a God's β for how could it be? β but it was something... to the side of a human's, or even a Vampire's.
When Tezca turned to direct their target, and Silco watched him, he put a hand in his pocket, idle.
His lips twitched, and he tipped his head as he said: ]
By all means. I think we should offer respect to our friend for their willingness to participate.
[ He gestured but did not flinch. He fully expected the man to die, and though he feared for his own life... he had no worry about that at the moment. Not when there was someone ripe for the taking right before Tezca. ]
no subject
When Tezca turned to direct their target, and Silco watched him, he put a hand in his pocket, idle.
His lips twitched, and he tipped his head as he said: ]
By all means. I think we should offer respect to our friend for their willingness to participate.
[ He gestured but did not flinch. He fully expected the man to die, and though he feared for his own life... he had no worry about that at the moment. Not when there was someone ripe for the taking right before Tezca. ]