[The man presses those spider-like hands up against his coarse skin. Silco would be the type to find a wound and dig in. He expects him to do so again, but its a mild surprise that he doesn't. Then again, Vergilius also is ready in a heartbeat to act on his urges. As much as he had felt for Roland then, he was prepared to fight to the death like the beast he was at the threat of it.]
[Silco is raging wildfire, like poison ready to dig into veins to destroy from the inside. He's colder in comparison - Vergilius has honed his anger like its a craft in and of itself. But Silco, crafty one, he's managed to add some heat to it, hasn't he?]
[He exhales a little laugh against the man, throaty and deep.]
Unless that's a dealbreaker?
[His little joke. Of course it wouldn't be. He doesn't even think he would be in this position for a second if he was a mite nicer than he was. So where would this lead? Mutual destruction, or mutual understanding? Both?]
[There's a crack of a smile on his worn face. He could go for another kiss again for the sheer spite of it all. But he'll wait. A little patient, though he's shifting back a little as if he means to pull himself off. Is it a tease? Hard to say.]
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[The man presses those spider-like hands up against his coarse skin. Silco would be the type to find a wound and dig in. He expects him to do so again, but its a mild surprise that he doesn't. Then again, Vergilius also is ready in a heartbeat to act on his urges. As much as he had felt for Roland then, he was prepared to fight to the death like the beast he was at the threat of it.]
[Silco is raging wildfire, like poison ready to dig into veins to destroy from the inside. He's colder in comparison - Vergilius has honed his anger like its a craft in and of itself. But Silco, crafty one, he's managed to add some heat to it, hasn't he?]
[He exhales a little laugh against the man, throaty and deep.]
Unless that's a dealbreaker?
[His little joke. Of course it wouldn't be. He doesn't even think he would be in this position for a second if he was a mite nicer than he was. So where would this lead? Mutual destruction, or mutual understanding? Both?]
[There's a crack of a smile on his worn face. He could go for another kiss again for the sheer spite of it all. But he'll wait. A little patient, though he's shifting back a little as if he means to pull himself off. Is it a tease? Hard to say.]