[Now he's just being mean for the fun of it. There's something about Silco that acts like that knife does, digging in and prompting that little urge of pettiness. Silco can take it, anyhow. In fact, he has a sense the man wants nothing but it. Most would be cursing his name with a croaking hoarse little voice after a stunt like that. Silco does not. He isn't sure what to think about it - the few who have dared challenge him are the foolhardy and the idiots, mostly. Very, very rarely can someone turn their chin up that's of his caliber.]
[He's not QUITE of his caliber. At least not in the physical sense, but they've talked about that, haven't they? Silco doesn't need another reminder on a mountain of them.]
...Anyways. You had your fill. I won't waste any more time here with you. But.
[And he's leaning over him, now, that same hand in his hair yanking it back. Face to face again, he hovers.]
You do realize that if I really wanted you dead, you already would be. You wouldn't even have time to think. That...would be it, hm? Just like that.
[He wouldn't even be a thought for Vergilius. Only instinct. Life there, life gone, like a candle in the wind. He plays a dangerous game. But Silco doesn't want anything boring, here, no sir. Perhaps...]
[Does he want the same, in his own way?]
[He ignores it - that needling, sick to his stomach feeling. He could get addicted to something nasty like that. Vergilius lets out a rattling sigh against his lips.]
So. If you pull a stunt like this again to me, remind yourself of that.
[...]
[And the warning is delivered. He almost consider it. His lips brush down, like before
but he pulls back before the proper kiss, shifting back and off the man so he can grab his gladius where he dropped it before. He won't wait for Silco to get up before heading down the corridorm He entered this castle as a man. He will also leave it as a man, just with....advantages.]
[His eyes water. Maybe he never really changed after all.]
[He may have won the battle. But is Silco the general of this war?]
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[Now he's just being mean for the fun of it. There's something about Silco that acts like that knife does, digging in and prompting that little urge of pettiness. Silco can take it, anyhow. In fact, he has a sense the man wants nothing but it. Most would be cursing his name with a croaking hoarse little voice after a stunt like that. Silco does not. He isn't sure what to think about it - the few who have dared challenge him are the foolhardy and the idiots, mostly. Very, very rarely can someone turn their chin up that's of his caliber.]
[He's not QUITE of his caliber. At least not in the physical sense, but they've talked about that, haven't they? Silco doesn't need another reminder on a mountain of them.]
...Anyways. You had your fill. I won't waste any more time here with you. But.
[And he's leaning over him, now, that same hand in his hair yanking it back. Face to face again, he hovers.]
You do realize that if I really wanted you dead, you already would be. You wouldn't even have time to think. That...would be it, hm? Just like that.
[He wouldn't even be a thought for Vergilius. Only instinct. Life there, life gone, like a candle in the wind. He plays a dangerous game. But Silco doesn't want anything boring, here, no sir. Perhaps...]
[Does he want the same, in his own way?]
[He ignores it - that needling, sick to his stomach feeling. He could get addicted to something nasty like that. Vergilius lets out a rattling sigh against his lips.]
So. If you pull a stunt like this again to me, remind yourself of that.
[...]
[And the warning is delivered. He almost consider it. His lips brush down, like before
but he pulls back before the proper kiss, shifting back and off the man so he can grab his gladius where he dropped it before. He won't wait for Silco to get up before heading down the corridorm He entered this castle as a man. He will also leave it as a man, just with....advantages.]
[His eyes water. Maybe he never really changed after all.]
[He may have won the battle. But is Silco the general of this war?]