WHO: Tezcatlipoca & Others WHAT: 2025 catch-all time baby WHERE: all over WHEN: all times WARNINGS: threads will include content warnings where appropriate!
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. ]
[ Don't worry, Tezca, he'll go back to denying it once he's back to normal. 💖 Will it be even stupider? Yes. ]
Isn't it?
[ He questions his words, but there's an...eerie energy to the way he expresses it, something about the way he says it that leaves him feeling unsettled. Tezcatlipoca was just a drunkard and a bartender, familiar. But there's...
Weight to his words. Like there's something serious he doesn't quite understand. It worms under his skin, the words. Makes him want to examine them further.
Silco will remember this. ]
Cooked up. [ He scoffs. ]
[ But he asks a question that gives him pause. His single eyebrow draws down, as if questioning what kind of question that is. ]
Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?
[ This, this is the real core of the difference between Silco then and Silco now. Could he... conceive of it? Could he admit it, even if he were? Silco would find something to be dissatisfied with. His greed was a hungry thing, consuming everything. Even when he had more than he could have ever thought to grasp, he doesn't know if he could even think to himself that he was... That. Happy.
Silco now, though, thinks it's the easiest, most obvious thing in the world. ]
Tezcatlipoca opens his eyes again to stare at Silco, and there’s that weight again. It’s like he’s looking past Silco’s eyes and right into his soul, and the effect is only intensified by the unnatural shade of his blue eyes. Maybe it causes a little more doubt that Tezcatlipoca might be telling the truth—or, more likely, that there’s actually much more to the reckless influencer that Silco “knows”.
It’s what he’d worried about, in his way. He’d expected that this was the difference of these constructed lives, and that’s complicated. Clearly, he’s gone on the side of conflict, since he’d raged against Daybit to draw it back out by force. But he also felt like it might have been something selfish.
Conflict is good overall. He has no doubts about that.
…But it still hurts people. ]
Because the you I know isn’t.
[ He says it simply. This might be something that Silco could be sour about later if he remembers all of this, but… Maybe there’s no better chance to put this to words in a way that Silco might listen to. ]
That you wouldn’t recognize a chance to be happy if it bit him in the ass.
[ Silco feels a bit like he is under a microscope. There's something about his gaze that does make him shirk slightly, though it's not quite that bad. He just... he is different. A little bit more than the influencer he had always been. Silco doesn't know what to make of it, this version of this man that is...
Something.
He shifts, slightly. }
I think the me that you know sounds miserable.
[ Surely, SURELY this won't come back to bite him.
He doesn't like the sound of it, as it is. He has many things in his life, and yes, some failures. Powder's parents, leaving the bar and... everyone there just to come join LILITH. There were successes too, like Powder. Like the deals he was making. Like everything with — ]
Don't you think? Someone who doesn't recognize even taking a chance? [ A beat. ] Misery loves company, too. So are you the same as he is, then? This "me" you've concocted?
[ Tezcatlipoca sighs at Silco’s assessment, but it sounds like he’s agreeing. He doesn’t say anything directly in response, since he does worry that if Silco remembers this, his honest thoughts wouldn’t be taken well. It’s surprisingly delicate work to push Silco towards something better.
So, he doesn’t answer that. He allows the conversation to turn towards himself. ]
Nah. Misery is a human experience. Doesn’t work that way for me.
[ He says it so simply, like it’s something factual. Even if he were talking to his Silco, he imagines he wouldn’t get it. He’d just gloss past it, dismissing it as something about being a god. It’s not like Tezcatlipoca ever asks him to consider that point of view. ]
But I’m a god of death, since I imagine you don’t remember that. [ JERK!!! ] Makes ya naturally pessimistic, and that's shared for sure.
[ A God of Death? Really? If it's the Kaiju putting thoughts into their heads, then Silco thinks that they should aim a little lower if they want people to believe them. That's just ludicrous. ]
Close enough, I suppose.
Well, I'm surprised you keep me around, regardless, if I'm so miserable. I can't imagine anyone wanting to be around me, if I'm as miserable as you say.
[ A soft sigh, he shakes his head, reaching out for his flask. ]
People like that tend to burn up everything in their paths.
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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?
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Isn't it?
[ He questions his words, but there's an...eerie energy to the way he expresses it, something about the way he says it that leaves him feeling unsettled. Tezcatlipoca was just a drunkard and a bartender, familiar. But there's...
Weight to his words. Like there's something serious he doesn't quite understand. It worms under his skin, the words. Makes him want to examine them further.
Silco will remember this. ]
Cooked up. [ He scoffs. ]
[ But he asks a question that gives him pause. His single eyebrow draws down, as if questioning what kind of question that is. ]
Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?
[ This, this is the real core of the difference between Silco then and Silco now. Could he... conceive of it? Could he admit it, even if he were? Silco would find something to be dissatisfied with. His greed was a hungry thing, consuming everything. Even when he had more than he could have ever thought to grasp, he doesn't know if he could even think to himself that he was... That. Happy.
Silco now, though, thinks it's the easiest, most obvious thing in the world. ]
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Tezcatlipoca opens his eyes again to stare at Silco, and there’s that weight again. It’s like he’s looking past Silco’s eyes and right into his soul, and the effect is only intensified by the unnatural shade of his blue eyes. Maybe it causes a little more doubt that Tezcatlipoca might be telling the truth—or, more likely, that there’s actually much more to the reckless influencer that Silco “knows”.
It’s what he’d worried about, in his way. He’d expected that this was the difference of these constructed lives, and that’s complicated. Clearly, he’s gone on the side of conflict, since he’d raged against Daybit to draw it back out by force. But he also felt like it might have been something selfish.
Conflict is good overall. He has no doubts about that.
…But it still hurts people. ]
Because the you I know isn’t.
[ He says it simply. This might be something that Silco could be sour about later if he remembers all of this, but… Maybe there’s no better chance to put this to words in a way that Silco might listen to. ]
That you wouldn’t recognize a chance to be happy if it bit him in the ass.
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Something.
He shifts, slightly. }
I think the me that you know sounds miserable.
[ Surely, SURELY this won't come back to bite him.
He doesn't like the sound of it, as it is. He has many things in his life, and yes, some failures. Powder's parents, leaving the bar and... everyone there just to come join LILITH. There were successes too, like Powder. Like the deals he was making. Like everything with — ]
Don't you think? Someone who doesn't recognize even taking a chance? [ A beat. ] Misery loves company, too. So are you the same as he is, then? This "me" you've concocted?
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So, he doesn’t answer that. He allows the conversation to turn towards himself. ]
Nah. Misery is a human experience. Doesn’t work that way for me.
[ He says it so simply, like it’s something factual. Even if he were talking to his Silco, he imagines he wouldn’t get it. He’d just gloss past it, dismissing it as something about being a god. It’s not like Tezcatlipoca ever asks him to consider that point of view. ]
But I’m a god of death, since I imagine you don’t remember that. [ JERK!!! ] Makes ya naturally pessimistic, and that's shared for sure.
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Close enough, I suppose.
Well, I'm surprised you keep me around, regardless, if I'm so miserable. I can't imagine anyone wanting to be around me, if I'm as miserable as you say.
[ A soft sigh, he shakes his head, reaching out for his flask. ]
People like that tend to burn up everything in their paths.