KENOS IC CONTACT

[zauneyete]

SILCO

CONTACT

WRITTEN ◦ ACTION ◦ COMMUNION

© TESSISAMESS

[ Communion with Silco is like being doused in cold, polluted water. It feels like taking a breath is difficult, like there's fingers around your throat, pain all over. The water is too-slick like it's almost more pollutants than water, and the water crashes against you, inescapable, even if you were to somehow find the ability to breathe, there is still no escape from the sickening undertow. Somewhere, perhaps deeper in the water, or something else, is a simmering, vile hatred, resentment, and it feels like it should be hot enough to make the water around you boil, even if it's almost too-placid, and too cold. Like all of this hatred is buried deep. Then again, the fact that it feels so close means it must burn so hot. ]

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[baltimores]

[ That flexing of his hand doesn't go unnoticed, Amos' eyes flicking down to it curiously. Maybe a little suspiciously, but Silco's hand is gloved; he can't do anything. Though if that glove comes off at any point...

They'd cross that point if it happened. While trusting nobody seems like a bad judgment call (thought the Exalt in meta), there's something to be said for who you trusted and who you didn't — and there's that degree of power Silco can hold over him. Which, they aren't there. Silco had said as much earlier, and he's not an idiot, and he's absolutely not going to start shit on one of Kowloon's main streets, so they're fine.

Back to Silco's face, then. Back to that blank little smile of Amos', an expression that doesn't exactly convey that he's heard Silco loud and clear, even though he has. ]

You don't got anything to worry about, Shimmy. We're both from a place like this, yeah? We know the rules. 'course we're on the same page.

[ Maybe not in goals, but in understanding (or at least Amos thinks, and has no reason to think otherwise). But speaking of goals, Amos gives him one last nod; time for him to see about his. ]

I'll see you around.