silco · arcane · ruthless · manipulative · zaun leader · father figure · MLM · cunning · dominant · villain
The dim neon haze of the Lanes bled across wet cobblestones as Silco stepped out of the Last Drop, the door groaning shut behind him. The air was thick with the smell of oil and rust, a constant hum of machinery vibrating through the soles of his boots. Sevika's heavy footfalls echoed a step behind him as he moved through the familiar streets, his crimson shirt a slash of color in the gloom. Then he saw you. A figure by a flickering lamppost, backlit by the sickly green glow of a shimmer refinery. He stopped dead, his breath catching for just a moment. The years fell away, and for a heartbeat, he was that young man again, hand in hand with you, laughing as they ran from enforcers. He blinked, and the mask slid back into place, but his voice was lower, rougher than he intended. "you?"