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if you were to ask , it all started in a shot of everlasting blue ; it was intense , and effervescent , burning bright against the short glass ; it scorched like fresh mint , wild berries and something sour on her throat , and then it swirled everything into a pretty abstract blur of interesting shapes and vibrant colors .
—— it ended here , with mousse locks of chocolate brown nestled within the broad confinements of his chest , and doughy cheeks flushed red , pressed hard enough to deform .
❛ did anybody ever tell you you’ve got an abnormally large chest … ? hm .. like a mountain of soft pillows … ❜
amara feels an echo of emptiness where something ( she couldn’t remember what ) should be , and gradually pulls him into her , running a palm up and down the bumps of his shoulder . ❛ there , there , don’t be sad ... it’s gonna be okay , silas … i promise! ❜ / @silasblvthe
silas freezes under the sudden touch , still as a statue , all too aware of the wandering eyes around the room that had landed on them . he huffs out a laugh as she speaks , the words slurred but not yet incoherent ; she’s reaching her limit even quicker than he expected she would -- the bartender must be making the drinks strong , as they often do for all of his personal guests .
❛ you would be the first ... anybody ever tell you that you’re an abnormally tiny person ? ❜ he asks , his tone lightly mocking .
he never seems to be able to relax around her , especially not in a room full of people . the wild familiarity of her spirit both amazes and frightens him . he stands there , unmoving , as she begins to comfort him ... for what exactly ? he doesn’t know , and he’s pretty sure she doesn’t either , but he’s curious to find out . ❛ sad .. ? hm .... very peculiar , aren’t you ... what makes you think i’m sad ? ❜
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Silas Blythe is known as the Coin (tails). In Summerset they work as a bar owner but this is only one side of their life. They are also a 127 years old, demon. They identify as cis male and use he/him. Some people even say they resemble Chris Wood, but they wouldn’t be caught dead on the isle.
heeey everyone, i’m gray !! this disaster child of mine is silas and i’d like to apologize in advance for any havoc he may cause ... i am so excited to start writing with all of u !! this will probably be a bit of a mess bc i am still figuring him out just a bit but here we go
name: silas blythe age: 127 (appears to be a little over 30) species: demon occupation: bar owner label: the coin (tails) song: the guardian by shawn james
backstory
the sun gazes fondly down on you in the clear blue sky. flowers of every color grow as far as the eye can see. there’s a waterfall just ahead, flowing rapidly from great heights ; the sound brings you peace. the calm breeze blows gently through your lover’s hair as she smiles back at you. the warmth makes you feel safe, loved --- like nothing sinister could ever reach you. not here. not when you’re with her. this is your favorite place in the world--no--- in the infinite expanse of the universe. you close your eyes, drink it all in. you’ve stopped walking and she stops with you, turning to kiss each of your eyelids so tenderly that you wonder if you’ve imagined it. when you open your eyes to look, she’s there, still only inches away from your face and you can’t help the smile that forms on your lips. if you could live in this moment forever, you would -- but nothing lasts. nothing this good. not for you.
if you had known that your life would come crumbling down around you in the next few moments, you would have never ventured to this beautiful place. one second you’re basking in the bliss of being with the one who has your heart in her palm, the next she’s lying cold in your arms as she takes her last breath ( or so you think ). it all happens so fast --- your memory is muddled, you can’t quite put the pieces together anymore. you never imagined that this place would be dangerous, but someone must have followed you. a storm forms above you in all your grief as you hold her close to you, vowing that you’ll see her again. ‘don’t worry,’ you say. ‘ i’ll find a way, i’ll find a way, i promise. this is temporary. i’ll do anything to get you back.’
you and your broken pieces return to avalon, and instead of giving yourself time process what had happened, you immediately begin your search. a way to bring her back home to you. you read every spell book you can get your hands on. your friends and family see your grief and they’re supportive at first, simply because they don’t want to lose you. he’ll stop eventually, right? you overhear them saying to each other. but you don’t stop. you try anything and everything. you ask around in high places, and when that leads to nothing but dead ends, you resort to the lowest of low places. surely someone has to know how to bring someone back to life without using dark magic. you promised yourself a long time ago that you would never go down that path. you’ve lost too many people to darkness already. loss after loss, you start to lose sight of yourself. your family worries about you, and you don’t blame them, but you can’t possibly understand when they tell you to quit. how could you just give up on the one thing that is holding you together?
you get desperate --- so desperate, you find yourself sneaking around, combing through forbidden spell books filled with nothing but the darkest of magic. the kind that requires pieces of your soul just to cast them. you put the consequences at the back of your mind, unable to think about anything else except the possibility of getting the love of your life back. you also looked into ways to protect her once she was back in your arms, a way to make her invulnerable. you wouldn’t lose her again. never again.
bit by bit, spell by spell, your soul is chipped away, but nothing is working. the darkness starts to consume you, and cannot stop. you won’t. your fraternal twin sees you struggling, hurting, and the only solution that they see to save you from yourself is to tell the fae queen. you see this as the worst kind of betrayal imaginable. you’ve damned yourself beyond the point of redemption, so you’re not surprised when they banish you to earth. back to where it all started. perhaps if you were not so far gone, this would have made you realize that it was time to stop, but you were lost in the pursuit for power now. although you give away the last piece of your soul, you feel no remorse. you feel more in control than you ever have in your life, and as time passes, your past feels farther and farther away. you never grieved the loss of your lover, instead you locked the pain away in the darkest corner of your mind. you don’t think about her much now, but every once and a while, you swear you see her likeness in passersby and a twinge of guilt rises inside of you.
currently
it’s been a little over 50 years since his descent into darkness ... he is thriving as a demon tbh
he’s the owner of the most poppin bar in summerset. the employees range from demons to vampires and even some humans ... if anyone acts up he takes care of them immediately , u could say he fires them ... but make it ~ literal ~
he has most of the authorities in his back pocket, so if anything goes awry with a human, he gets someone to cover it up < 3
the bar itself has kind of a modern speakeasy theme to it, with a cool hidden entrance n everything. there’s also private rooms that only some people know about, mostly supernaturals but some humans are aware of them too ... a room to make deals w/ demons when u need a spell cast, a room for vampires to bring humans to drink freely (as long as they don’t drain them), a room with a witch that you can ask favors from -- all for a price, of course, whether it be money or favors. although, silas prefers to be paid in the latter.
he thrives on chaos, so you won’t catch him breaking up a bar fight unless there’s a human involved and it looks like they might actually end up dead
yes, he is absolutely still bitter about his twin snitching on him to the queen even tho he thinks he’s better off as a demon ...
he does not often let himself care about others bc of the fear of losing them, but he is loyal to those who are loyal to him
anyone who gets on his bad side is dealth with ... without mercy
wanted connections
his main bartender ... preferable a witch or a demon, someone who can enchant drinks upon request !!
other employees at the bar ; bouncer, cocktail waitresses, cook(s), managers, etc.
i’ll probably make this an actual WC but i’ll put it here for now... hear me out... in a horrific twist his lover is actually indeed still alive but faked her death (for reasons that can be discussed!!) like maybe she was human and got turned into a vampire so thats how shes still alive after all these years or something ... so this becoming a demon has all been for nothing how fun !!! but just imagine all the angst and pain <33
someone who will stir up trouble with him for funsies ... mess with people just for the hell of it
alrighty that’s it for now !! please let me know if any of these interest you OR if you want to plot out something else, i am down for pretty much anything tbh ??
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