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KENOS IC CONTACT

SILCO
CONTACT
WRITTEN ā—¦ ACTION ā—¦ 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: (Not the only thing I stick in my eye)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2024-03-26 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Silco eyed him up and down, watched the boy sway. He seemed to stand up fine, though, and Silco had no interest in letting him stick around to take in the details of his office, or heaven forbid ā€” ask questions. As much as he didn't understand why Matt was doing this, he could only assume it was because he was a flighty, foolish boy, who prioritized partying and feeling "welcome" in the places he went.

And Silco, after all, had certainly done his part to scare him away from Draumahol, hadn't he?

His lips twitched, and he waved a hand, almost dismissively. ]

Get whatever you like downstairs, just don't pass out before you leave.

[ GregĆ³r, the bartender, would even offer him first aid, though he would brusquely tell him it's because he doesn't want him to bleed on the floors, and upset the boss. ]
semicharmed: (gives a lovely light)

[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 GregĆ³r. The bartender may be brusque, but it's a kind thing to offer.

Besides. Gruff sounds nice in his accent. ]
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