[The capacity for violence. It's part and parcel of the City. You either kill or be killed. He has wrought too much blood with his hands. And here, underneath him, is a man who practically begs for more.]
[If Silco is a masochist, does this mean he's the opposite? Something twinges in his chest at that. It is painful, that deep wound constantly bleeding in his core. He hated the City for its constabt suffering.]
[Is it suffering, when he causes pain to a horrible man like this? Is it suffering when he enjoys it? When punishment is something to cherish?]
[Silco pushes himself forward, grip tightening over his thighs. It makes him murmur, eyes flickering even as he doesn't avert his gaze. Vergilius tilts his head, as if considering.]
...No. I wouldn't.
[Perhaps it is surprising, for a monster to lean forward to kiss the other so lightly. Softly.]
And that means. All of me.
[The good, the bad, the ugly, and the softer man underneath.]
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[If Silco is a masochist, does this mean he's the opposite? Something twinges in his chest at that. It is painful, that deep wound constantly bleeding in his core. He hated the City for its constabt suffering.]
[Is it suffering, when he causes pain to a horrible man like this? Is it suffering when he enjoys it? When punishment is something to cherish?]
[Silco pushes himself forward, grip tightening over his thighs. It makes him murmur, eyes flickering even as he doesn't avert his gaze. Vergilius tilts his head, as if considering.]
...No. I wouldn't.
[Perhaps it is surprising, for a monster to lean forward to kiss the other so lightly. Softly.]
And that means. All of me.
[The good, the bad, the ugly, and the softer man underneath.]