[He puffed his cigarette to life against Silco's cigar, drawing on it with his lips with hollowing his cheeks to draw. He was keenly aware of the thought on the other man's face to stamp out that cigar on a part of his body, and a small part of him welcomed the potential violence. He could always rely on Silco to take things personally enough to strike out. Too bad there was a moment of self control right now.
The physical pain would drown out the deep yawning black grief that he did his best to never let show to the world at large. He knew he was hiding it well, and perhaps the only exception might actually be the man he was currently sitting on. Was that why Silco didn't strike out yet?
He made a point and blowing smoke into the other man's face, his arms still resting on the wall behind them. The corner of his lip tugged in a smirk.]
If you want me dead so bad, you've got a knife. I'm right here, Silco. Do it if killing me again will make you feel so much better about how things turned out.
[Of course, the alternative was that they forced their way out of this nonsense and they did avoid each other. How many years had Silco spent skulking in the dark depths of the undercity avoiding detection, hiding his little plans, sliding through crowds and stirring up malcontent with a soft word, a proposed alternative, a promise of freedom through violence. Perhaps it was for the best that they didn't interact, that they side-step potential run-ins.
He actually didn't believe that's what Silco wanted. Like a wound that didn't heal quite right, there was a draw to itch at the past. He wasn't immune either. He scratched that itch with these opportunities, unloading and hurting where he could. Silco was like a drug, the craving that overrode the gnawing of that old Shimmer hit. Even now, nearly three months later, he experienced it from time-to-time. So he used this interactions to remind himself that those long hours staring at the ceiling with Sevika's offer creeping across his conscious wasn't worth it. This man would relish an addict, tug on the leash, pick him apart piece by piece....]
If you actually want me gone and never see me again, all you have to do is tell me. We'll break this curse and I'll see we never come in contact again.
[He sucked on his cigarette, a cloud of smoke now surrounding both of their heads.]
The caveat is Jinx. I see her when and where she or I like. If you happen to be there, you can piss off.
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The physical pain would drown out the deep yawning black grief that he did his best to never let show to the world at large. He knew he was hiding it well, and perhaps the only exception might actually be the man he was currently sitting on. Was that why Silco didn't strike out yet?
He made a point and blowing smoke into the other man's face, his arms still resting on the wall behind them. The corner of his lip tugged in a smirk.]
If you want me dead so bad, you've got a knife. I'm right here, Silco. Do it if killing me again will make you feel so much better about how things turned out.
[Of course, the alternative was that they forced their way out of this nonsense and they did avoid each other. How many years had Silco spent skulking in the dark depths of the undercity avoiding detection, hiding his little plans, sliding through crowds and stirring up malcontent with a soft word, a proposed alternative, a promise of freedom through violence. Perhaps it was for the best that they didn't interact, that they side-step potential run-ins.
He actually didn't believe that's what Silco wanted. Like a wound that didn't heal quite right, there was a draw to itch at the past. He wasn't immune either. He scratched that itch with these opportunities, unloading and hurting where he could. Silco was like a drug, the craving that overrode the gnawing of that old Shimmer hit. Even now, nearly three months later, he experienced it from time-to-time. So he used this interactions to remind himself that those long hours staring at the ceiling with Sevika's offer creeping across his conscious wasn't worth it. This man would relish an addict, tug on the leash, pick him apart piece by piece....]
If you actually want me gone and never see me again, all you have to do is tell me. We'll break this curse and I'll see we never come in contact again.
[He sucked on his cigarette, a cloud of smoke now surrounding both of their heads.]
The caveat is Jinx. I see her when and where she or I like. If you happen to be there, you can piss off.