[ No, he knows Vergilius is a monster, a beast that could put an end to him with a snap of his wrist. If anything, that makes something low in his gut stir back to life, despite the fact that he'd spent nearly everything he had, and that he could barely move as it was. He was well and thoroughly already destroyed β and vulnerable β but the man had stayed his hand, every time he had the opportunity.
Would that change? Would he kill him and return him to his home in a fit of... something? Could he? Or would LILTH interfere? Silco's heart beat a touch faster at the thought, the danger of the man's violence something he wanted to see on full display, and take in hand, and direct. He wanted to see that monster flourish, and thrive. His good eye almost slid closed, up until the moment he flipped him over.
Silco... he is not a man who is given to fits and to taking such indulgences, but the fact that he did it so readily, in one fell swoop caused his stomach to flip-flop, that rush of something that was like a rush of blood away from his head and towards β ]
Do you think I'll be able to so far?
[ Already, he could feel it. His back ached, his hip twinged. A part of him knew well enough that he would be aching elsewhere for days.
His lips curled, a touch of that overconfidence back.
Maybe the display of strength was something he'd liked. Or maybe it was the way he rolled into him, a lewd sound that accompanied it. His breath escaped in a rush, and if anything, he almost seemed to spread his legs a touch wider for him. ]
I thought you were going to break me?
[ He goads, even as he reaches up to his neck, to hold his hand there, and dig his nails into his neck, dull little things, but still, he tries to dig in.
As if either of them are going to be able to forget this, as if Silco won't be thinking about it after every single time they talk, as if he won't lash out at him accordingly. As if he won't be embarrassed later, when he realizes the culprit, for how much he wants more, more, more; and how he keeps thinking about it afterward. ]
"little old me" verg you've got almost a foot on him
Would that change? Would he kill him and return him to his home in a fit of... something? Could he? Or would LILTH interfere? Silco's heart beat a touch faster at the thought, the danger of the man's violence something he wanted to see on full display, and take in hand, and direct. He wanted to see that monster flourish, and thrive. His good eye almost slid closed, up until the moment he flipped him over.
Silco... he is not a man who is given to fits and to taking such indulgences, but the fact that he did it so readily, in one fell swoop caused his stomach to flip-flop, that rush of something that was like a rush of blood away from his head and towards β ]
Do you think I'll be able to so far?
[ Already, he could feel it. His back ached, his hip twinged. A part of him knew well enough that he would be aching elsewhere for days.
His lips curled, a touch of that overconfidence back.
Maybe the display of strength was something he'd liked. Or maybe it was the way he rolled into him, a lewd sound that accompanied it. His breath escaped in a rush, and if anything, he almost seemed to spread his legs a touch wider for him. ]
I thought you were going to break me?
[ He goads, even as he reaches up to his neck, to hold his hand there, and dig his nails into his neck, dull little things, but still, he tries to dig in.
As if either of them are going to be able to forget this, as if Silco won't be thinking about it after every single time they talk, as if he won't lash out at him accordingly. As if he won't be embarrassed later, when he realizes the culprit, for how much he wants more, more, more; and how he keeps thinking about it afterward. ]