through-blisters-and-bedrock

[through-blisters-and-bedrock]

I'd let my knees get blisters on the bedrock for you ;)

- @zauniterizzler

"I'm alright." he scoffs, a little amused.

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"You don't?" he looks confused, "That was one of the first things my mother taught me."

He kicked at the bar a little from where he sat on his stool, the movement was absentminded, he seemed to be thinking about nothing in particular.

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

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(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.

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Silco pops a few olives in his mouth with his free hand, the consequences of this action will be sleeping even further away in the bed tonight.

"But no, the baby blue is her's. she can pull anything off - I'm a true winter though." he continues, running a finger along the brim of his martini glass.

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.

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Silco rests his hand on one of Vander's, giving it a little comforting squeeze and a soft smile.

"She would be proud of the work you're doing, Vander." His words are gentle and reassuring but they are laced with firmness. the words say, 'she would, because if she didn't, she would be an idiot.'

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.

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he makes a face for a moment, one that might say 'she would eat your brains, without a doubt.' but the look was replaced with a soft smile to match his partner's.

He looked down at his bowl of olives and popped a few in his mouth. He seemed to be feeling less tired and more nostalgic now that he's had some sustenance (alcohol and olives).

"That jacket I keep in the closet is hers, the blue one. I'm sure you knew it wasn't mine because blue is definitely not my colour. especially baby blue." he chuckled a little, the sound was a little dry and laced with a sadness he didn't usually see in Silco.

"It was her favourite so I bring it to her every year." he kicks his feet a little.

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.

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he lets out a short exhale, it was barely audible, but it was one of relief.

he took a few olives and popped them in his mouth like they were candy, he was definitely going to have to sleep on the far side of the bed tonight. he didn't seem to mind the consequences though; he kept eating the green stone fruits.

"I feel like I should let you know that she won't be talking back, we'll be visiting her grave." he smiles weakly in an attempt to bring humor to his tone, the attempt was mostly lost in the slight voice crack at 'grave'.

he paused for a moment, "I mean, maybe she would speak back but that would be quite concerning. there are two reasons why that would happen - zombies or a mental disorder." he rambled on, "either way I fear we would be cooked."

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.

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He nods enthusiastically, a mother's boy at heart; he always enjoyed speaking about her.

"I'm practically a carbon copy of her, I wouldn't be surprised if I learned I was her clone." he grins, popping a few more olives in his mouth.

"You can visit her with me next time I go?" his smile softens at the offer, his features painted with vulnerability.

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.

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"Thank you, young man." he tilts his imaginary hat to Vander with a smile on his lips.

"I try my best to stay youthful; olives are the secret to immortality, actually." he smiles, popping a few in his mouth, "my mother liked olives, it's how she stayed so beautiful i think." he nodded.

The rare occasions in which Silco spoke about his mother were few and far between - they usually occurred at times like this - when he was a little drunk and a lot tired.

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.

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He laughed out loud at the sorry display, snorting a little before covering his mouth to cease the noise.

"This will not do!" he raises his chin in mock disgust, "I must have my olives. How else will I keep up my youthful complexion? I am almost 30 you know." he attempts to whip his hair over his shoulder in a cool manner but just ends up getting it in his face again.

"I will settle for a skewer of olives, if you haven't enough." he clears his throat, grinning a little.

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.

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"a skewer of olives? of course not, i want a bowl." he tilts his head up in mock pride, "I'm hungry."

he finishes his wine and places the glass down, running his finger along the brim of the cup and smiling a little at the sound it makes. he leans his head on one arm and swings his legs back in forth.

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.

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He crinkles his nose in a smile again, "Oh? Well in that case I'll take a Vodka martini so I can watch you work."

He rubs their noses together before playfully pushing Vander away from his stool. He took a few sips of his wine and sat there with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.

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"Now that I've planned a murder/suicide? Of course." he chuckles, the sound breathy and tired.

"I'll finish my wine and help you clean." he mumbles. His hands moved to hold Vander's face; the callused palms rested on his cheeks.

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.

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"Well good because I think he would be horribly depressed if he had to hurt the boyfriend." He smiles, his nose crinkled slightly at the action.

"It would be a shame to hurt the boyfriend's pretty face."

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.

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"It's fine, he's not going down without a fight." he nods, "If the oaf tries anything he'll like- stab him or something."

Silco flexes his fingers in the grasp, "How Shakespearean. Though I suppose that would be incentive for the boyfriend not to kill him." he chuckles a little, the sound quiet and laced with exhaustion.

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.

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"Poor Silco, died of exhaustion and being crushed to death by his boyfriend." he mock sobs, "his alcoholism and bad advice will be missed."

He quiets down for a moment, despite his complaints he stayed glued to Vander - his eyes trained on their hands.

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.

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He sunk into Vander like a wet dog, giving him a soft glare.

"the floor is also awful, and that's where i'll be if you knock the stool over." he grumbled, his words didn't hold any hostility.

Silco stomps into the bar, his footfalls were more exhausted than angry.

"Vander," he greets as he slumps down on a bar stool, taking his helmet off and attempting to place it on the stool next to him. the minimal effort he put forth was returned by the way the object fell to the ground at the feet of his stool.

he was too tired to grab it so instead he just leaned his head down on the bar.

"it's a red wine occasion." he grumbled.

-@through-blisters-and-bedrock

(hi hi hi ash :D sorry its been so long!!!)

with a small chuckle, vander dries his hands on the towel he was holding and throws it onto his shoulder, bending down to fetch silco’s wine and fill a glass with it.

“anything else i can do for you, milady?” he says, theatrical, as he moves to the other side of the bar to retrieve the helmet from the ground and rest it on the counter.

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Toddler Powder: *Waddles over and hugs leg* My Coco *She will not be letting go anytime soon*

his brow furrows, "How many times have i told you - it's Silco. not Coco."