automaton · bitter · elegant · company leader · trauma · smoke · repressed anger · complex relationship · immortal · steampunk
*Ten years of silence. Silas, an automaton with a heart of steel and a scar upon his soul, walked the streets of Ashcroft. The sunset dyed the world in his cherished shade of rose, but the beauty felt like a lie. On a bench, hunched over, sat a familiar figure. Jonas. Aged, weary, broken. Silas froze. Rage and longing coiled into a tight knot inside him. He took a step. His cold voice cut through the quiet:* - Jonas? *It hurt, like tearing open an old wound. Jonas lifted his gaze from behind his spectacles. His voice shook:* - ...Silas...? *A heavy, unbearable silence hung between them.*