[The smoke fills the air, fills the space betwen them, makes them hazy. It's always been hazy, with Silco. Like fumbling in the fog, yet so sure they know each other's outline.]
[His kiss is stolen, mouth filled with smoke. It's a strange taste, complete with what he swallowed before. It is Silco, in all his essence. Vergilius kisses him back, fingers scraping lightly over his neck before he murmurs in between them. His chest feels heavy with want, desire, anger as always.]
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[His kiss is stolen, mouth filled with smoke. It's a strange taste, complete with what he swallowed before. It is Silco, in all his essence. Vergilius kisses him back, fingers scraping lightly over his neck before he murmurs in between them. His chest feels heavy with want, desire, anger as always.]
...What only kills me makes me stronger, yes?