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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[zauneyete]

There's wisdom, in biding our time. We may be able to find out what it is on our own, after all, and you can find further information and station from not pushing too far, too fast, hm?

[ Silco may not be able to see as far as a demon, or god, but... he at least knew what it was to plan. Not as far, of course, never as far, but enough. He can see the wisdom in what Set looks toward, and he can recognize what a powerful perspective it is. It is something he has seen from Sebastian, as well. The demon can look so far ahead, whereas Silco was still painfully -- pitifully mortal.

He stood, when Set tugged him up and with him. Almost automatic -- almost -- enough that he does not fight it, though his hand twitched in Set's, reflexive. ]

Mm, well, you'll simply have to visit me more frequently in secret, hm? Few know that this exists. You, Sebastian... myself. [ Aetós. ]

It should be relatively safe. I did not make it, though it has not... vanished when the creator did. Whether they are alive or not... proximity or frequency of creator use does not cause these to crumble.

[ He knew Set liked things -- information -- and Silco did not mind sharing this. Observations such as this. It was curious, certainly. And he knew Set would take such information and use it.

He tugged him toward the closed door in the office, and he opened the door, to reveal the cornerstone. ]

I keep it rather close, hm? Or Birdie did, before she... vanished.