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]

[ His mouth twitched at the explanation. There is a measure of curiosity in that, because as far as everyone else had been concerned, Quetzalcoatl was gone, but here was proof that she was not, in a way. He doesn't really know if that means that she isn't actually dead, or if there's a possibility that she could come back, but... well. It was a thought for another time, perhaps if Tezca were to be yanked free from Kenos, that would be a reason to look into it.

His fingers closed around the wing, and he doesn't mind the blood, it only smears against the graying skin, and he looked down at it with curiosity. ]

Something special?

[ Genuine curiosity, actually. He held the wing in his hand delicately, fingers curled around it, but he didn't crush it. Not if it was to hold some sort of significance. ]

I'll keep this with her shards, how about that. As safe a place as any.

[ He didn't need the acknowledgement, of course, everyone knew he did it, but... this felt different. I purpose for it, rather than merely saying that yes, he had killed her. ]

[fursuit]

Oh? You kept the pieces?

[ He’s… not that surprised, actually. That makes sense for Silco with what he knows, but he laughs as the design that he’s been considering changes a little bit with that knowledge. ]

Then I’ll make a place for you to set them into the shield. That’s what I’m making you. It won’t be anything useful to you in a fight, since featherwork and reeds aren’t made to stop bullets, much less magic, but it’ll be something ceremonial and divine. If you ever run into anyone sensitive to that sort of thing, they’ll recognize it for what it is. Same as this temple. Something created by divine hands is something with power.

[ Maybe not the kind of power that Silco seems to crave so deeply… But if he doesn’t understand what kind of power Tezcatlipoca means and how to use it, then that’s merely a lesson he has to learn. Tezcatlipoca is a teacher, but he’s one that forces his pupils into discovery rather than explain his lessons straightforwardly. ]

[zauneyete]

[ He doesn't get it, not really, but... at the same time, he kind of does. He's getting there. Consider him having taken his first few steps into this path, enough that he recognizes it isn't what he so surely craves, but it isn't quite like he expects it, either.

He at least doesn't voice the question so obliquely. ]

That's generous of you. I'm sure that her shard will be well-suited to rest within something that you crafted too. Another little twist of irony to top it all off, hm?

[ That, at least, he could read easily. ]

It will have a place, and perhaps those who can recognize it will understand what it means. Or at least we can hope.

[ Like he could? No, Silco understands at least that he can't. He hadn't even really felt the power in the air here. His mind has been opened to the larger world but he is still a human.

Well, Vampire, but. Still pretty human. Give him a few centuries. ]