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𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗰𝗼 ([personal profile] zauneyete) wrote2022-10-21 08:13 am

KENOS IC CONTACT

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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[personal profile] semicharmed 2024-03-25 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ For better or worse, Matt has decided that someone like Silco is uniquely dangerous to someone like him. So he's inclined to hold back where he can. It can't be physically, that ship has sailed, but in terms of information--even just the personal information of his thoughts and feelings--he can try to keep some of that to himself.

Apart from Communion misfires.

The time that passes doesn't feel silent to Matt. His heartbeat is too loud in his ears, the dim pulse of pain too compelling, his breathing too much hollow rush. He can't remember if Silco was this quiet last time. Then Silco's pulling away, dabbing at his mouth, and Matt considers his bleeding wrist. Why didn't he think to bring something to bandage himself with?

Something to consider for next time.

He breathes in, lets it out. Flexes his fingers. Turns his head to the left and then the right, attentive to signs of dizziness. ]


I think I'm good, [ he concludes after a moment. He's not not in pain. He's colder than he was a few minutes ago. And he has a strange feeling of guilt, or perhaps emptiness--but on the whole, this is much better than this time. He rises from the couch, a touch unsteady. ] Can I grab some water downstairs?
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[personal profile] semicharmed 2024-03-27 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Matt huffs, amused. ]

Mmhmm. [ Something wheels in his brain about I do my best not to pass out in clubs as a rule, but he can't make it cohere into something suitably snippy. Matt rolls his neck, finds he's still not too dizzy. Glances down at his wrist again. At last, he looks Silco's way. ]

See you next week.

[ Downstairs, he's quietly pleased to receive both water and light medical treatment from Gregór. The bartender may be brusque, but it's a kind thing to offer.

Besides. Gruff sounds nice in his accent. ]