WHO: Tezcatlipoca & Others WHAT: 2025 catch-all time baby WHERE: all over WHEN: all times WARNINGS: threads will include content warnings where appropriate!
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.
[ The “duh” in his tone is clear, and at least it softens that stern, unsettling look. It’s as quick as if it hadn’t happened at all, since he’s right back to his casual, obstinate self. ]
I could go into the metaphors about burning and how it’s good for things in the long run, all that shit, but it’s weird to even explain it. Like, you’re my acolyte because you get that. More or less.
[ He takes one more swig just to be petty, but then hands the flask back to Silco. ]
And you’re right. Most people don’t want to be around you. That’s why this is so weird. You’re so normal, and it sucks.
[ His arms crossed, he looks at him with a look that is thoroughly unimpressed. ]
Miserable and unliked, is it?
[ And probably what makes this worse is what he says next, his tone biting as he says it: ]
That sounds terribly lonely. [ Can he even imagine it? A life so unliked... would he have Powder or Vergilius, or any of the teenagers that seem to flock to him? What would he even do with his life? ]
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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.
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[ The “duh” in his tone is clear, and at least it softens that stern, unsettling look. It’s as quick as if it hadn’t happened at all, since he’s right back to his casual, obstinate self. ]
I could go into the metaphors about burning and how it’s good for things in the long run, all that shit, but it’s weird to even explain it. Like, you’re my acolyte because you get that. More or less.
[ He takes one more swig just to be petty, but then hands the flask back to Silco. ]
And you’re right. Most people don’t want to be around you. That’s why this is so weird. You’re so normal, and it sucks.
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[ His arms crossed, he looks at him with a look that is thoroughly unimpressed. ]
Miserable and unliked, is it?
[ And probably what makes this worse is what he says next, his tone biting as he says it: ]
That sounds terribly lonely. [ Can he even imagine it? A life so unliked... would he have Powder or Vergilius, or any of the teenagers that seem to flock to him? What would he even do with his life? ]