WHO: Tezcatlipoca & Others WHAT: 2025 catch-all time baby WHERE: all over WHEN: all times WARNINGS: threads will include content warnings where appropriate!
And this "you" is causing so much trouble that I nearly had a heart attack.
[ So there. See? They both can play at this game, and suffer through these odd "versions" of one another. Silco was put on duty first, because, as someone had put it — he knows the both of them, so he might as well look after the dangerous one. Although... if Tezcatlipoca would do that to Daybit, perhaps he was more in danger than most.
He sighed, and took a chair, crossed one leg over the other. From the inside of his vest, he pulls out a flask. At least, at the very least, Silco was still a functioning alcoholic at heart. ]
So? Are you going to do the same thing to me that you did to Daybit?
[ It’s an exaggerated groan, but he really does feel the wrongness of Silco’s behavior down to his bones. Sure, he’d had the thought of letting them just be. He still does, a little, because if this Silco is less haunted by his (often self-inflicted) demons, then why interfere? He could find some peace that Tezcatlipoca feels like Silco would otherwise have to wait until his next life to experience.
It’s selfish, honestly. Luckily it’s so perfectly in his domains that he doesn’t have to worry about a kickback out of bias, but this just isn’t Silco. He might be happier, but he misses his curmudgeonly acolyte. ]
I wish you would have a heart attack. Maybe it’d wake your ass up.
[ He holds his hand out expectantly as he rudely “asks” for the flask. ]
But no, I’m not gonna shoot you. I want to just because I’m pissed off, but wouldn’t do anything. You’re not as tough as Daybit, so you’d probably actually die.
[ Said with all of the knowledge that only a... fatherly individual could have. Also one that did not know about the weird angels living in his body. See, he didn't know about them normally, so there was literally no reason for him to make up a reason for them to exist. ]
And here you are, shooting him.
[ He looks down at the leg, and then back up at him. Should he give him the flask? No. He really, really shouldn't. But... maybe there's a little of the old Silco somewhere in there, or probably there's a little bit of sympathy over the leg, because... he hands it over. ]
You could kill me as easily as you could kill him, and yet here you are. Persisting. Going on and on about this nonsense. Now I have to be here, watching over you.
And? I would shoot an actual kid. I don’t give a fuck.
[ That’s not Silco’s point, but this really does make his skin crawl. That tone in Silco’s voice has a certain implication, and if what Tezcatlipoca is reading between the lines here is accurate… Man, they’re both going to shoot each other again once this wears off out of embarrassment, frustration, or both.
So, before Silco can change his mind after that charming comment, he takes the flask. Silco might expect him to chug it with his temperament (and his reputation that he’s unaware of), but he just takes a simple sip. ]
…At least your taste is still the same. Sucks. [ (fond) ]
[ He passes it back to Silco with a frown and a roll of his eyes. ]
Yeah, yeah, keep lecturing me and I might change my mind. You usually know better than to lecture a god.
[ it really is a sign that Silco isn't himself, in that his lips purse.
Normally, would he care? Not at all. right now? He gives him a look as if to say that this whole proposition is ludicrous and Dangerous on top of that. ]
Oh yes, delusions of grandeur too. [ He reaches out for his flask of shitty whiskey, thank you very much. If you hate it, then give it back. ]
I know your parents were foolish for giving you such a grandiose name, but perhaps they could have instilled in you a sense of humility along with that for good measure?
[ no... ]
I'm looking forward to things going back to normal, so I won't have to listen to the lot of you going through these crises.
[ This is exactly why he had to go confront Daybit about all of this instead of Silco. He can feel his temper rising with the ridiculous ways that Silco dismisses him, but as tempting as it is to summon his gun to his side again… No. He can’t. Though he’d never want to accept it, Silco is just a guy, so his likelihood of surviving is way lower than his alien-infested Master. ]
You’re gonna eat those words, man. When you realize you’ve been all kissy with Verg especially, don’t come cryin’ to me.
[ At least in this case that’s truly not his fault or even his influence, but he’s sure that Silco can twist it somehow… ]
Yes, I'm sure I will be very upset to learn that I've been spending time with Vergilius. [ that's literally a normal thing. ] You would think with the way half of you are acting, that we haven't been dating for nearly a year.
[ because you haven't, you idiot. It's much weirder and worse than that. ]
[ He sighs, though, as if put upon that he has to explain something like this to Tezca of all people. ]
I knew Daybit's father, so when he passed... I took him in. It was the least I could do.
[ Tezcatlipoca’s expression twists up as Silco casually explains his relationship. That feels so wrong, but he also wants to laugh. After all his months of bothering Silco about it, he finally admits it, but it’s like this? Come on. That’s not even fair!
But as Silco answers his question, he quickly becomes serious. He stares at Silco like he’s just said something offensive, and he’s much more serious. ]
You didn’t know him. You might think you did, but that’s not possible.
[ There’s a weight in his words that’s almost cold, because this is one of those rare things where the fact that Tezcatlipoca is a god subtly shines through. Daybit’s father is an impossibility, after all. Even a god like him wasn’t able to see across time to peek at just what had happened. That man was simply erased from existence. No body, no soul, just a lingering shadow that no one can even name. ]
…But I guess that’s the story that would get cooked up. Sheesh.
[ Tezcatlipoca relaxes again with a grumble as he lays back in his cot. He’s at least not keen to do anything about this, though he’s getting restless from being stuck in one place. It seems like he might just leave Silco alone and ignore him, since he closes his eyes, but he’s just thinking it over. After a long pause, he decides to just ask. ]
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[ So there. See? They both can play at this game, and suffer through these odd "versions" of one another. Silco was put on duty first, because, as someone had put it — he knows the both of them, so he might as well look after the dangerous one. Although... if Tezcatlipoca would do that to Daybit, perhaps he was more in danger than most.
He sighed, and took a chair, crossed one leg over the other. From the inside of his vest, he pulls out a flask. At least, at the very least, Silco was still a functioning alcoholic at heart. ]
So? Are you going to do the same thing to me that you did to Daybit?
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[ It’s an exaggerated groan, but he really does feel the wrongness of Silco’s behavior down to his bones. Sure, he’d had the thought of letting them just be. He still does, a little, because if this Silco is less haunted by his (often self-inflicted) demons, then why interfere? He could find some peace that Tezcatlipoca feels like Silco would otherwise have to wait until his next life to experience.
It’s selfish, honestly. Luckily it’s so perfectly in his domains that he doesn’t have to worry about a kickback out of bias, but this just isn’t Silco. He might be happier, but he misses his curmudgeonly acolyte. ]
I wish you would have a heart attack. Maybe it’d wake your ass up.
[ He holds his hand out expectantly as he rudely “asks” for the flask. ]
But no, I’m not gonna shoot you. I want to just because I’m pissed off, but wouldn’t do anything. You’re not as tough as Daybit, so you’d probably actually die.
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[ Said with all of the knowledge that only a... fatherly individual could have. Also one that did not know about the weird angels living in his body. See, he didn't know about them normally, so there was literally no reason for him to make up a reason for them to exist. ]
And here you are, shooting him.
[ He looks down at the leg, and then back up at him. Should he give him the flask? No. He really, really shouldn't. But... maybe there's a little of the old Silco somewhere in there, or probably there's a little bit of sympathy over the leg, because... he hands it over. ]
You could kill me as easily as you could kill him, and yet here you are. Persisting. Going on and on about this nonsense. Now I have to be here, watching over you.
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[ That’s not Silco’s point, but this really does make his skin crawl. That tone in Silco’s voice has a certain implication, and if what Tezcatlipoca is reading between the lines here is accurate… Man, they’re both going to shoot each other again once this wears off out of embarrassment, frustration, or both.
So, before Silco can change his mind after that charming comment, he takes the flask. Silco might expect him to chug it with his temperament (and his reputation that he’s unaware of), but he just takes a simple sip. ]
…At least your taste is still the same. Sucks. [ (fond) ]
[ He passes it back to Silco with a frown and a roll of his eyes. ]
Yeah, yeah, keep lecturing me and I might change my mind. You usually know better than to lecture a god.
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Normally, would he care? Not at all. right now? He gives him a look as if to say that this whole proposition is ludicrous and Dangerous on top of that. ]
Oh yes, delusions of grandeur too. [ He reaches out for his flask of shitty whiskey, thank you very much. If you hate it, then give it back. ]
I know your parents were foolish for giving you such a grandiose name, but perhaps they could have instilled in you a sense of humility along with that for good measure?
[ no... ]
I'm looking forward to things going back to normal, so I won't have to listen to the lot of you going through these crises.
[ yeah..... it'll be them that get fixed. sure. ]
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You’re gonna eat those words, man. When you realize you’ve been all kissy with Verg especially, don’t come cryin’ to me.
[ At least in this case that’s truly not his fault or even his influence, but he’s sure that Silco can twist it somehow… ]
So, what. Is Daybit your kid or something?
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Yes, I'm sure I will be very upset to learn that I've been spending time with Vergilius. [ that's literally a normal thing. ] You would think with the way half of you are acting, that we haven't been dating for nearly a year.
[ because you haven't, you idiot. It's much weirder and worse than that. ]
[ He sighs, though, as if put upon that he has to explain something like this to Tezca of all people. ]
I knew Daybit's father, so when he passed... I took him in. It was the least I could do.
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But as Silco answers his question, he quickly becomes serious. He stares at Silco like he’s just said something offensive, and he’s much more serious. ]
You didn’t know him. You might think you did, but that’s not possible.
[ There’s a weight in his words that’s almost cold, because this is one of those rare things where the fact that Tezcatlipoca is a god subtly shines through. Daybit’s father is an impossibility, after all. Even a god like him wasn’t able to see across time to peek at just what had happened. That man was simply erased from existence. No body, no soul, just a lingering shadow that no one can even name. ]
…But I guess that’s the story that would get cooked up. Sheesh.
[ Tezcatlipoca relaxes again with a grumble as he lays back in his cot. He’s at least not keen to do anything about this, though he’s getting restless from being stuck in one place. It seems like he might just leave Silco alone and ignore him, since he closes his eyes, but he’s just thinking it over. After a long pause, he decides to just ask. ]
Are you happy?