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Given her usual demeanor we can all tell you didn't get very far on that front.
[ He says it with a sneer, a curl of his lip. Yeah, he didn't appreciate the crudeness either, Tezca! It's clear on his face, the way he tipped his head to look at him. ]
I assume you had your reasons for doing so?
[ Yeah, Silco, because you are the kind of person who definitely has a reason for what you're doing it really is calculated and specifically for reasons and not at all because of anything else.
He closed his good eye and took another drink. Really, Can you not feel the annoyance? ]
Or was it just that she was "cute"? [ and pathetic but he doesn't say it. ]
Don't give me that look... Y'know the reason I give you a hard time about that Verg guy is that I hear you two fuckin', right? Move the bed away from the wall we share, moron.
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[ But Tezcatlipoca sinks more into the couch after grumbling out his retort. Maybe he's half considering laying down, maybe sitting upright is just more of a challenge and making his head swim at the moment. Who knows? ]
Reasons...
[ He mutters out the word, and normally, there would be a whole lecture here for Silco, but he's not feeling up to it at the moment. He'll have to remember that for later, but will he? Also, who knows! ]
If it was just her being hot, this wouldn't be a problem. I fuck around plenty. [ ...Granted, not as much as people might think from a trickster god, but still. ] I like her. What else is there to say?
[ He says it archly. He's still not giving him the satisfaction of knowing he's right. Instead, Silco only crosses his arms over his chest, looking up at the ceiling as if Tezcatlipoca was raking him over the coals with his gentle teasing. He's not letting him get away with it, so other than the automatic snap, he's keeping on the actual subject. No redirecting tonight, mister. ]
Right. You like her. [ As far as he knew, Tezcatlipoca was sparse with his affections. The fact that he liked her seemed...wrong. Off.
Or maybe it's just his bias. ]
But that like only lasted a day, hm? [ A scoff. ] Was that not enough?
[ Normally, trying to distract Silco is intentional, because honestly. Silco does make it easy. If Tezcatlipoca doesn’t want to talk about his own problems, it’s incredibly easy to deflect and get Silco onto a different subject, because he knows exactly what buttons to press. It’s as you’d expect for a god of conflict.
Luckily, tonight, though? He’s not on his game with the booze muddling his brain. So, he laughs (shittily) at that stressed “assume” and grins cockily, but his expression falls when Silco reminds him that it was only a day. ]
…She’s not the sharin’ type.
[ It’s muttered and a little hard to make out, but once Silco parses it, the reason for Tezcatlipoca’s mood is probably clearer. He hadn’t been the one to break that off either. It was two rejections in record time, and Silco is right that his affections aren’t easily given. So, this is a novel experience, to put it lightly. ]
[ His mouth forms into a gentle 'o', half-mocking.
Though only half. He understands her, in part. He isn't either. Silco did not generally have the power of self-reflection, but even so, he understood this about himself, about her. Sometimes, one was simply not... amenable to such things. ]
And you wished to bet your future with Daybit, rather than her? [ A soft note, not quite a gasp. ] I thought you were more...careful with your bets.
[ The way Silco phrases it makes Tezcatlipoca’s expression twist like he’s in pain. It’s not that it hurts his feelings, but it’s just a blunt way to put it that doesn’t sit right. Like, Daybit is blunt, sure, but calling it a future… ]
Ugh… There’s no future.
[ But he doesn’t sound like he laments that. It sounds like a rejection, in fact, because it’s just a very human way to look at it. That’s part of the problem that he keeps running into, apparently, and that’s also what makes even talking about this feel stupid. He’d been a bachelor for time immemorial and never lamented it. Hell, he still doesn’t. It just never seemed like a possibility for him and he was fine with that. Who could understand how he sees things, after all?
…So, how the hell did he find two in the space of as many years? How is one them mortal?
He’s also aware that saying this to Silco of all people is probably stupid too. But, drunk as he is, it just spills out. If he was sober, he’d just keep it to himself. ]
It’s just— bad luck. Shitawful. Can’t have anything. [ That’s murmured lowly, then he sighs. Undoes his hair even though he’d just put it up. ] The more care I put into things, the more they turn their backs on me. That’s just how it works. So, ‘course. Save Ereshkigal, think about somethin’ nice. And fate says “nah, can’t have that.”
[ It's the worst person to say this to. Also somewhat the best person. After all, Silco knows precisely what it is to care enough about something, only to have it ripped away from him. It was his life, brotherhood, Vander, Zaun, and... Jinx. ]
Bad luck, indeed.
[ He says it with something of a tired sigh. He feels it even now. How long, until... ]
Did you do something to upset it? Or is this because you showed favor?
[ A beat. ] This is why you're always neutral, yes?
[ It’s murmured and therefore a little more slurred in his syllables, but it’s followed with a laugh. He realizes how ridiculous it sounded when it’s jumbled like that and coming from him at all. He leans his head all the way back on the cushion and looks at the ceiling instead. ]
Maybe it’s ‘cuz I have this human body. I’m cut off from most of my divinity, since wouldn’t work with more of it. More of that god brain and probably wouldn’t have had any problem. My personal desires are irrelevant. I’m a god that’ll be here until the end of the world, so duty first.
[ He says, but that also doesn’t really fit with how Tezcatlipoca is. Even reduced and cutoff from his divine, omniscient understanding of the world, would he really be that different? No, of course not. Just the stories that he’s told make that clear. ]
…It’s probably picking Daybit as my Shard catching up to me. Can’t get more biased than that. Right?
You had to pick someone, didn't you? Who else would there be?
[ Then again... Maybe it was. Silco doesn't understand gods, despite his proximity to them, he doesn't get their... Everything. The way their minds worked, the detachment.
He wanted to. To be separate, to not need anyone or anything. He'd thought he could, but the there was Jinx and Silco latched onto his daughter because he truly was still human.
He needed connection, desperately. He didn't want to need it; deluded himself that he didn't — but he'd been a mad little thing a year ago, isolated, with only gods for company. ]
Perhaps there's something to bring human, that makes us want to have something like that. It makes us foolish, certainly. You aren't that different, I think.
But... The need for connection makes fools of us all.
Could’ve said no. That was my first impulse, since I knew makin’ any kind of choice would be toeing the line.
[ And yet. He still did it. The first time he’d held that almost clear piece of stone in his hand, it’d been with the weight of what it meant to make the choice. That was something he could lose his divinity for outright if things were weighted a little bit differently. If he’d had his full prescience and still made the choice, maybe.
But now, here he was. Sitting on a couch, drunk, next to a guy that had killed his brother. Killed his “good” aspect.
He huffs out a laugh at the thought. Yeah, no, that’s gotta be why, he thinks. If the World saw this outcome, no wonder it let him fumble his way to this moment. He closes his eyes. ]
…I don’t regret it.
[ It’s not the most surprising admission, because this is an area where he and Silco are definitely similar. They’re fiercely stubborn, and once their mind is made, that’s that. Convincing them that it was the wrong choice is nearly impossible, consequences be damned, because they’ve already justified it to themselves.
So, in this case? Just the hope that he could make a miracle, a world where Daybit could live like a normal human, that was enough. It’s the same with Ereshkigal too, honestly. The idea of relieving her loneliness and bringing flowers to her world felt like a similar kind of miracle. It’s why he sighs, rubbing at his face. ]
It’s more that causing conflict the way we do, that just ain’t compatible. Thinking about the world means not thinking about yourself. Something like that.
[ But no. They were the same. Silco doesn't offer advice — he doesn't think Tezcatlipoca would take it, and nor is he inclined to give it in this particular realm. Tezcatlipoca has about as good of luck as Silco does in that aspect.
So he only huffs a soft sigh.
They both were similar enough. He says he doesn't regret it, and Silco respects that.
Any decision made without regret, for a purpose was important wasn't it? He had done so for Daybit. Silco had done so for Jinx.
Now they were here. Now they were here. ] Perhaps it isn't compatible, and perhaps this is karmic retribution.
[ A shrug, and a twist of his lips into a grim, bitter little smile. A touch sarcastic. ]
[ Tezcatlipoca huffs out a sharp laugh, since having his words turned against him here is very Silco. He tosses him a toothy little smile that’s laced with an implicit, but fond insult. ]
Nah, those are just for you. An all-powerful god doesn’t face Trials, c’mon.
[ But he gets that this is Silco’s version of commiseration and comfort. Technically speaking, this is another area where they’re similar too. They’re both allergic to sincerity, so it’s easier to express it through criticisms and jabs. It’s why he’s on Silco’s couch rather than anyone else’s too. ]
I know what you think about Ereshkigal. [ like, you’ve made that super obvious, bud ] But whaddya think about Daybit, anyways?
[ if he'd wanted sympathy, there were plenty of people he could have gone to, but instead it's Silco he's with, and Silco knows that people like he and Tezcatlipoca wouldn't want it if given. Sure, he could say the words, inauthentic though they were, but he wouldn't want them.
Silco wouldn't either. So he throws it back to him, a twist of a smile on his face.
It's better than hearing "I'm sorry that happened" at any rate. ]
About Daybit? [ A scoff. ] He's a poor conversion partner, and seems only interested in the bare minimum of what's relevant to him.
[ It's a drawl in exactly the tone you expect, and it's probably telling that this turn in the conversation seems to improve his mood, however minutely. He's still conflicted about how things have gone in the past month, but when it comes to this question? He's imagined it a few times, even if it's mostly for his own amusement.
Daybit and Silco represented perfect extremes in the people that Tezcatlipoca liked, after all. Why wouldn't he be amused by the idea of them meeting? He'd just also never expected that it would happen.]
Yeah! 'Course he's only interested in the bare minimum...
[ That's also a drawl, but this time it's with a laugh in it. Honestly, paradoxical as it might seem, it's part of why Tezcatlipoca was so fond of the guy. With how deeply Tezcatlipoca's sympathies secretly run, he understands Daybit's inherit calculus. He appreciates it. But just as quietly as those sympathies, he'd also held a closer grip on the twenty-three hours and fifty-five minutes that went forgotten. Maybe they were truly unimportant, because, hell, he'd certainly gained an appreciation for how much of a day was truly meaningless when he parsed it through Daybit's point of view.
...But he'd still hold onto it all the same. ]
You're just sayin' that 'cuz he ignored you. Don't even know that for sure. Just know that he did and it annoyed ya, 'cuz I know both of ya.
[ And he's fond of both. For whatever reason, this seems to push him into action, and he stands from the couch, however wobbly... But it's at least to head to wherever Silco keeps some water. Luckily, he's not the kind of drunk to go for more alcohol. At least not at this point. ]
[ He crossed his arms over his chest, clearly annoyed. ]
Yes, well, you said he was a man of few words, but I hardly expected him to merely walk out of a conversation.
[ Like?? Hello????
He watches him for a moment, making sure he isn't going for another round of the liquor (sorry Tezca, but he really doesn't want to deal with your corpse tonight) before he pulled his own up and took a drink. ]
That doesn't discount that you have bad taste. Between him and Ereshkigal...
[ A shrug. ] I think you could do better, if you wanted to.
That's all.
[ It really is the dichotomy of the types of people that Tezcatlipoca likes. Maybe that says a lot, but Silco understands it. Well, Ereshkigal he doesn't get, but at least Daybit was different, albeit without a personality Silco could pick up on. (Because he isn't getting the opportunity to look.) ]
[ Tezcatlipoca barks out a laugh as he pours his water, since, yeah, that would uniquely piss Silco off, huh? This is exactly the funny kind of interaction that he’d predicted, since Daybit and Silco might as well be water and oil (respectively, of course). Whether it’s their personal principles or their mannerisms, they truly are at opposite ends of the spectrum. ]
Yeah, you’re just mad ‘cuz you can’t stand feeling ignored… You’re so petty, man. I love it.
[ He takes a swig, tops it off, then ambles back over. However, truly horrifyingly for Silco, he doesn’t take the side of the couch this time. He plops down right next to Silco, hip to hip. It’s the next stage of drunk emotion—cuddly. ]
What can I say? I like projects. And you can’t say they ain’t weirdos.
[ Unsurprisingly, Tezcatlipoca just laughs as Silco sulks and sinks into the couch. He really does make it too easy, but even worse? What little impulse control Tezcatlipoca normally has is even further reduced. ]
Nahhhhh. This ain’t like Set. If it were Set, it would be like—
[ The ominous words come out of Tezcatlipoca’s mouth, but before Silco can lean away and escape, he lazily tosses an his arms over Silco’s shoulders like he’s about to climb into his lap. He doesn’t, at least, but he instead leans in, close to Silco’s cheek to—!!
Bite him. Just a tiny bit.
But of course, he thinks the little nip is hilarious, so he leans back and laughs, removing himself from being quite so clingy. ]
[ Honestly he half expected him to climb into his lap — that would be very Set, and though Silco is shorter than the two of them, he wouldn't put it past either of them to make him deal with it.
Set's concept of personal space truly was: "and set" after all.
But Tezca leans forward and he has this moment of slow realization that something is happening and then — ]
What —?
[ He reaches up to shove him away but he's too fast in backing off, so he just rubs at his cheek instead. ]
[ Tezcatlipoca laughs in delight, since he's surprised that Silco is letting him get away with this, honestly. It clearly doesn't stop him, especially not when he's drunk like this. ]
Heh, good! This is what it means to be beloved by the gods. Aren't you glad?
[ No, of course not. But as soon as Silco is done rubbing his cheek, Tezcatlipoca flops against him again. It's at least more comfortable this time, so at least Silco can rest slightly easier. He won't get bitten again. Probably. ]
Messin' with you is way more fun than bein' bummed. I'll say that. You know how to cheer a guy up, even if ya don't mean to.
[ Truly! Especially when Tezcatlipoca flops right back up against him. Less pressing, not trying to box him in this time, but truly? This is his lot in life. How in the hell did he keep ending up with these overly touchy gods who wanted nothing more than to simply bully themselves into his personal space?
He made a note of annoyance, and sank deeper into the couch. ]
Yes, yes. All well and good that you get it out of your system now, before you... I don't know, cause more problems.
[ It's a compliment (?) that comes out as a drawl, but it's not clear how much of that comes from alcohol versus just messing with Silco. It very well could be evenly divided. ]
I'll say it's good that I don't have all my divine powers, that's for sure. This is exactly how crazy myths start.
[ He basically did one to Quetzalcoatl, in fact, but the thought of him(/her) makes his expression twist up, so he just relaxes against Silco more. He's at least not as clingy as Set, but it's not like that's much better for Silco regardless. ]
...So. What d'you do when a relationship doesn't work out? Figure it's been a while, but you had to have gone through it before, yeah?
[ He shifts uncomfortably, half to get away, and half to just deal with him pressed up against him like this. The twitch of his lips says enough about the question. ]
In a way, I suppose. I haven't bothered since the incident. [ He reaches up, and taps under his eye with two fingers. ]
[ His head tipped, considering. ] I killed him.
[ To be fair, he had tried to choke and drown him, and relationship is... a hazy thing to describe whatever it had been, but it had been...important, regardless. Friendship...brotherhood... something Important. ]
[ That makes sense. Tezcatlipoca had vaguely guessed that might be the case, since it would certainly make that betrayal more significant. From his picture of Silco’s life, he feels like that event was a dividing line where there were stark befores and afters. While he does think Silco would be vengeful for anyone’s betrayal, it does make sense that this would be a flashpoint if there had been some kind of deeper feeling involved. ]
Well. I ain’t gonna kill either one of ‘em. It’s not that serious.
[ That’s joking, mostly. Obviously getting rejected wasn’t as severe as the circumstances surrounding Silco’s “break-up”. ]
…So, your “thing” recently. [ Verg, but he doesn’t say it, since he’s being serious enough. ] That’s the first time since?
We were trying to build a nation together. At some point, things somewhat don't fit any sort of definition.
I sincerely doubt that either of your rejections involved a murder attempt, but do tell me if I'm wrong.
[ It had once been everything. The little pack they had, the cause. In the end, they'd all been family. In the end, while the Enforcers took one of them away, Silco had excised the rest. Silco had always been the type to get attached. Oh, he pretended that he didn't, isolated himself and focused on the cause, but in the end... He still needed connection. He latched onto what he had so tightly, unwilling to let go.
Tezca has seen it — with Jinx, with how he so desperately holds onto her. He'd been willing to burn his life's cause down for her, in the end. He wants connection so badly, he knows the cost as well, if it's lost.
Twice now, he's lost it. The first had almost broken him, it had certainly changed him. Made him into the monster he'd had to be. The second, when he'd thought he'd lost Jinx? It had broken him in some way. He'd not come out from the experience Unchanged. ]
My "thing"? [ He asks, flatly. Before with a weary sigh; ] Yes, it is.
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[ He says it with a sneer, a curl of his lip. Yeah, he didn't appreciate the crudeness either, Tezca! It's clear on his face, the way he tipped his head to look at him. ]
I assume you had your reasons for doing so?
[ Yeah, Silco, because you are the kind of person who definitely has a reason for what you're doing it really is calculated and specifically for reasons and not at all because of anything else.
He closed his good eye and took another drink. Really, Can you not feel the annoyance? ]
Or was it just that she was "cute"? [ and pathetic but he doesn't say it. ]
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Don't give me that look... Y'know the reason I give you a hard time about that Verg guy is that I hear you two fuckin', right? Move the bed away from the wall we share, moron.
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[ But Tezcatlipoca sinks more into the couch after grumbling out his retort. Maybe he's half considering laying down, maybe sitting upright is just more of a challenge and making his head swim at the moment. Who knows? ]
Reasons...
[ He mutters out the word, and normally, there would be a whole lecture here for Silco, but he's not feeling up to it at the moment. He'll have to remember that for later, but will he? Also, who knows! ]
If it was just her being hot, this wouldn't be a problem. I fuck around plenty. [ ...Granted, not as much as people might think from a trickster god, but still. ] I like her. What else is there to say?
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His expression, predictably, freezes. ]
You assume.
[ He says it archly. He's still not giving him the satisfaction of knowing he's right. Instead, Silco only crosses his arms over his chest, looking up at the ceiling as if Tezcatlipoca was raking him over the coals with his gentle teasing. He's not letting him get away with it, so other than the automatic snap, he's keeping on the actual subject. No redirecting tonight, mister. ]
Right. You like her. [ As far as he knew, Tezcatlipoca was sparse with his affections. The fact that he liked her seemed...wrong. Off.
Or maybe it's just his bias. ]
But that like only lasted a day, hm? [ A scoff. ] Was that not enough?
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Luckily, tonight, though? He’s not on his game with the booze muddling his brain. So, he laughs (shittily) at that stressed “assume” and grins cockily, but his expression falls when Silco reminds him that it was only a day. ]
…She’s not the sharin’ type.
[ It’s muttered and a little hard to make out, but once Silco parses it, the reason for Tezcatlipoca’s mood is probably clearer. He hadn’t been the one to break that off either. It was two rejections in record time, and Silco is right that his affections aren’t easily given. So, this is a novel experience, to put it lightly. ]
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[ His mouth forms into a gentle 'o', half-mocking.
Though only half. He understands her, in part. He isn't either. Silco did not generally have the power of self-reflection, but even so, he understood this about himself, about her. Sometimes, one was simply not... amenable to such things. ]
And you wished to bet your future with Daybit, rather than her? [ A soft note, not quite a gasp. ] I thought you were more...careful with your bets.
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Ugh… There’s no future.
[ But he doesn’t sound like he laments that. It sounds like a rejection, in fact, because it’s just a very human way to look at it. That’s part of the problem that he keeps running into, apparently, and that’s also what makes even talking about this feel stupid. He’d been a bachelor for time immemorial and never lamented it. Hell, he still doesn’t. It just never seemed like a possibility for him and he was fine with that. Who could understand how he sees things, after all?
…So, how the hell did he find two in the space of as many years? How is one them mortal?
He’s also aware that saying this to Silco of all people is probably stupid too. But, drunk as he is, it just spills out. If he was sober, he’d just keep it to himself. ]
It’s just— bad luck. Shitawful. Can’t have anything. [ That’s murmured lowly, then he sighs. Undoes his hair even though he’d just put it up. ] The more care I put into things, the more they turn their backs on me. That’s just how it works. So, ‘course. Save Ereshkigal, think about somethin’ nice. And fate says “nah, can’t have that.”
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[ It's the worst person to say this to. Also somewhat the best person. After all, Silco knows precisely what it is to care enough about something, only to have it ripped away from him. It was his life, brotherhood, Vander, Zaun, and... Jinx. ]
Bad luck, indeed.
[ He says it with something of a tired sigh. He feels it even now. How long, until... ]
Did you do something to upset it? Or is this because you showed favor?
[ A beat. ] This is why you're always neutral, yes?
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[ It’s murmured and therefore a little more slurred in his syllables, but it’s followed with a laugh. He realizes how ridiculous it sounded when it’s jumbled like that and coming from him at all. He leans his head all the way back on the cushion and looks at the ceiling instead. ]
Maybe it’s ‘cuz I have this human body. I’m cut off from most of my divinity, since wouldn’t work with more of it. More of that god brain and probably wouldn’t have had any problem. My personal desires are irrelevant. I’m a god that’ll be here until the end of the world, so duty first.
[ He says, but that also doesn’t really fit with how Tezcatlipoca is. Even reduced and cutoff from his divine, omniscient understanding of the world, would he really be that different? No, of course not. Just the stories that he’s told make that clear. ]
…It’s probably picking Daybit as my Shard catching up to me. Can’t get more biased than that. Right?
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[ Then again... Maybe it was. Silco doesn't understand gods, despite his proximity to them, he doesn't get their... Everything. The way their minds worked, the detachment.
He wanted to. To be separate, to not need anyone or anything. He'd thought he could, but the there was Jinx and Silco latched onto his daughter because he truly was still human.
He needed connection, desperately. He didn't want to need it; deluded himself that he didn't — but he'd been a mad little thing a year ago, isolated, with only gods for company. ]
Perhaps there's something to bring human, that makes us want to have something like that. It makes us foolish, certainly. You aren't that different, I think.
But... The need for connection makes fools of us all.
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[ And yet. He still did it. The first time he’d held that almost clear piece of stone in his hand, it’d been with the weight of what it meant to make the choice. That was something he could lose his divinity for outright if things were weighted a little bit differently. If he’d had his full prescience and still made the choice, maybe.
But now, here he was. Sitting on a couch, drunk, next to a guy that had killed his brother. Killed his “good” aspect.
He huffs out a laugh at the thought. Yeah, no, that’s gotta be why, he thinks. If the World saw this outcome, no wonder it let him fumble his way to this moment. He closes his eyes. ]
…I don’t regret it.
[ It’s not the most surprising admission, because this is an area where he and Silco are definitely similar. They’re fiercely stubborn, and once their mind is made, that’s that. Convincing them that it was the wrong choice is nearly impossible, consequences be damned, because they’ve already justified it to themselves.
So, in this case? Just the hope that he could make a miracle, a world where Daybit could live like a normal human, that was enough. It’s the same with Ereshkigal too, honestly. The idea of relieving her loneliness and bringing flowers to her world felt like a similar kind of miracle. It’s why he sighs, rubbing at his face. ]
It’s more that causing conflict the way we do, that just ain’t compatible. Thinking about the world means not thinking about yourself. Something like that.
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[ But no. They were the same. Silco doesn't offer advice — he doesn't think Tezcatlipoca would take it, and nor is he inclined to give it in this particular realm. Tezcatlipoca has about as good of luck as Silco does in that aspect.
So he only huffs a soft sigh.
They both were similar enough. He says he doesn't regret it, and Silco respects that.
Any decision made without regret, for a purpose was important wasn't it? He had done so for Daybit. Silco had done so for Jinx.
Now they were here. Now they were here. ] Perhaps it isn't compatible, and perhaps this is karmic retribution.
[ A shrug, and a twist of his lips into a grim, bitter little smile. A touch sarcastic. ]
Perhaps this, too, is a trial.
[ TAKE THAT BITCH ]
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Nah, those are just for you. An all-powerful god doesn’t face Trials, c’mon.
[ But he gets that this is Silco’s version of commiseration and comfort. Technically speaking, this is another area where they’re similar too. They’re both allergic to sincerity, so it’s easier to express it through criticisms and jabs. It’s why he’s on Silco’s couch rather than anyone else’s too. ]
I know what you think about Ereshkigal. [ like, you’ve made that super obvious, bud ] But whaddya think about Daybit, anyways?
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[ if he'd wanted sympathy, there were plenty of people he could have gone to, but instead it's Silco he's with, and Silco knows that people like he and Tezcatlipoca wouldn't want it if given. Sure, he could say the words, inauthentic though they were, but he wouldn't want them.
Silco wouldn't either. So he throws it back to him, a twist of a smile on his face.
It's better than hearing "I'm sorry that happened" at any rate. ]
About Daybit? [ A scoff. ] He's a poor conversion partner, and seems only interested in the bare minimum of what's relevant to him.
Honestly? I think you have bad taste.
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[ It's a drawl in exactly the tone you expect, and it's probably telling that this turn in the conversation seems to improve his mood, however minutely. He's still conflicted about how things have gone in the past month, but when it comes to this question? He's imagined it a few times, even if it's mostly for his own amusement.
Daybit and Silco represented perfect extremes in the people that Tezcatlipoca liked, after all. Why wouldn't he be amused by the idea of them meeting? He'd just also never expected that it would happen.]
Yeah! 'Course he's only interested in the bare minimum...
[ That's also a drawl, but this time it's with a laugh in it. Honestly, paradoxical as it might seem, it's part of why Tezcatlipoca was so fond of the guy. With how deeply Tezcatlipoca's sympathies secretly run, he understands Daybit's inherit calculus. He appreciates it. But just as quietly as those sympathies, he'd also held a closer grip on the twenty-three hours and fifty-five minutes that went forgotten. Maybe they were truly unimportant, because, hell, he'd certainly gained an appreciation for how much of a day was truly meaningless when he parsed it through Daybit's point of view.
...But he'd still hold onto it all the same. ]
You're just sayin' that 'cuz he ignored you. Don't even know that for sure. Just know that he did and it annoyed ya, 'cuz I know both of ya.
[ And he's fond of both. For whatever reason, this seems to push him into action, and he stands from the couch, however wobbly... But it's at least to head to wherever Silco keeps some water. Luckily, he's not the kind of drunk to go for more alcohol. At least not at this point. ]
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Yes, well, you said he was a man of few words, but I hardly expected him to merely walk out of a conversation.
[ Like?? Hello????
He watches him for a moment, making sure he isn't going for another round of the liquor (sorry Tezca, but he really doesn't want to deal with your corpse tonight) before he pulled his own up and took a drink. ]
That doesn't discount that you have bad taste. Between him and Ereshkigal...
[ A shrug. ] I think you could do better, if you wanted to.
That's all.
[ It really is the dichotomy of the types of people that Tezcatlipoca likes. Maybe that says a lot, but Silco understands it. Well, Ereshkigal he doesn't get, but at least Daybit was different, albeit without a personality Silco could pick up on. (Because he isn't getting the opportunity to look.) ]
you've missed set right silco well,
[ Tezcatlipoca barks out a laugh as he pours his water, since, yeah, that would uniquely piss Silco off, huh? This is exactly the funny kind of interaction that he’d predicted, since Daybit and Silco might as well be water and oil (respectively, of course). Whether it’s their personal principles or their mannerisms, they truly are at opposite ends of the spectrum. ]
Yeah, you’re just mad ‘cuz you can’t stand feeling ignored… You’re so petty, man. I love it.
[ He takes a swig, tops it off, then ambles back over. However, truly horrifyingly for Silco, he doesn’t take the side of the couch this time. He plops down right next to Silco, hip to hip. It’s the next stage of drunk emotion—cuddly. ]
What can I say? I like projects. And you can’t say they ain’t weirdos.
[ Said fondly, of course. ]
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What are you doing? [ And then, low and annoyed: ] With Set gone, I thought I was free of this nonsense.
[ And yet. He doesn't stop him, just sinks further into the couch like he's offended.
Unfortunately — Silco has a fatal flaw in these situations: he always accommodates. ]
They are odd. Maybe you should choose different projects with better yield.
[ Silco??? ]
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Nahhhhh. This ain’t like Set. If it were Set, it would be like—
[ The ominous words come out of Tezcatlipoca’s mouth, but before Silco can lean away and escape, he lazily tosses an his arms over Silco’s shoulders like he’s about to climb into his lap. He doesn’t, at least, but he instead leans in, close to Silco’s cheek to—!!
Bite him. Just a tiny bit.
But of course, he thinks the little nip is hilarious, so he leans back and laughs, removing himself from being quite so clingy. ]
Yeah, like that! He’d bite me all the time!
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Set's concept of personal space truly was: "and set" after all.
But Tezca leans forward and he has this moment of slow realization that something is happening and then — ]
What —?
[ He reaches up to shove him away but he's too fast in backing off, so he just rubs at his cheek instead. ]
How can I miss Set when he's never left?
[ He sounds truly like he's pouting more. ]
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Heh, good! This is what it means to be beloved by the gods. Aren't you glad?
[ No, of course not. But as soon as Silco is done rubbing his cheek, Tezcatlipoca flops against him again. It's at least more comfortable this time, so at least Silco can rest slightly easier. He won't get bitten again. Probably. ]
Messin' with you is way more fun than bein' bummed. I'll say that. You know how to cheer a guy up, even if ya don't mean to.
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With being beloved by gods, who needs enemies?
[ Truly! Especially when Tezcatlipoca flops right back up against him. Less pressing, not trying to box him in this time, but truly? This is his lot in life. How in the hell did he keep ending up with these overly touchy gods who wanted nothing more than to simply bully themselves into his personal space?
He made a note of annoyance, and sank deeper into the couch. ]
Yes, yes. All well and good that you get it out of your system now, before you... I don't know, cause more problems.
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[ It's a compliment (?) that comes out as a drawl, but it's not clear how much of that comes from alcohol versus just messing with Silco. It very well could be evenly divided. ]
I'll say it's good that I don't have all my divine powers, that's for sure. This is exactly how crazy myths start.
[ He basically did one to Quetzalcoatl, in fact, but the thought of him(/her) makes his expression twist up, so he just relaxes against Silco more. He's at least not as clingy as Set, but it's not like that's much better for Silco regardless. ]
...So. What d'you do when a relationship doesn't work out? Figure it's been a while, but you had to have gone through it before, yeah?
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In a way, I suppose. I haven't bothered since the incident. [ He reaches up, and taps under his eye with two fingers. ]
[ His head tipped, considering. ] I killed him.
[ To be fair, he had tried to choke and drown him, and relationship is... a hazy thing to describe whatever it had been, but it had been...important, regardless. Friendship...brotherhood... something Important. ]
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[ That makes sense. Tezcatlipoca had vaguely guessed that might be the case, since it would certainly make that betrayal more significant. From his picture of Silco’s life, he feels like that event was a dividing line where there were stark befores and afters. While he does think Silco would be vengeful for anyone’s betrayal, it does make sense that this would be a flashpoint if there had been some kind of deeper feeling involved. ]
Well. I ain’t gonna kill either one of ‘em. It’s not that serious.
[ That’s joking, mostly. Obviously getting rejected wasn’t as severe as the circumstances surrounding Silco’s “break-up”. ]
…So, your “thing” recently. [ Verg, but he doesn’t say it, since he’s being serious enough. ] That’s the first time since?
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I sincerely doubt that either of your rejections involved a murder attempt, but do tell me if I'm wrong.
[ It had once been everything. The little pack they had, the cause. In the end, they'd all been family. In the end, while the Enforcers took one of them away, Silco had excised the rest. Silco had always been the type to get attached. Oh, he pretended that he didn't, isolated himself and focused on the cause, but in the end... He still needed connection. He latched onto what he had so tightly, unwilling to let go.
Tezca has seen it — with Jinx, with how he so desperately holds onto her. He'd been willing to burn his life's cause down for her, in the end. He wants connection so badly, he knows the cost as well, if it's lost.
Twice now, he's lost it. The first had almost broken him, it had certainly changed him. Made him into the monster he'd had to be. The second, when he'd thought he'd lost Jinx? It had broken him in some way. He'd not come out from the experience Unchanged. ]
My "thing"? [ He asks, flatly. Before with a weary sigh; ] Yes, it is.
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