#;; silas001

[earthwindandraen]

"Well, aint that just a hoot and a half, because neither am I!" Rae said, barking out. a laugh. How wonderful, then, that they might have a conversation now when neither of them were in the mood for it. Better late than never, right? She looked at him, perplexed. "Us? Silas, there is no us. I don't know if you felt it, but there's no coven anymore. The plurality of an 'us' no longer exists." If this was what he thought of as a kindness, then people were right about him. They were right about her, too. Rae Elle joined his coven for revenge, for power, because it seemed like the only option in a sea of hopelessness. And she'd been wrong. "I'm done with--" she motioned to him, "this. Ain't doing it anymore. Go on and lick your wounds. I won't stop you, but I'm not... I'm not helpin' out anymore. I wanted to kill hunters. I have killed hunters. I don't want any part in whatever comes next with you."

"Rae Elle, I'm really not in the mood," He growled out, the gears already turning in the back of his head. He had come to this town to extend an olive branch to his family, but they had spit in the face of his kindness. That stupid mutt had thought he was doing something clever didn't he, by biting him? And sure, having his magic drained from him hadn't exactly been a walk in the park. But, if the pup really thought this would stop him then he had no idea what Silas was truly capable of. "Empathy is a useless emotion anyhow. I tried to extend an ounce of kindness and see where it got us. But, you're right. Next time, I won't keep you in the dark. You're my eyes and ears here now, kiddo. And while I'm gone, I want you to find out every shred of a weakness you can on Nicolás Castillo and every member of his pack."

[thelatekuijames]

closed starter for @silaschamberlain

where: blush boutique

when: during the white elephant party, before the chaos

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The idea of attending a party designed to be as stressful and dramatic as possible didn’t appeal to Kui that much. Not to mention, selection of their entry would be a social minefield—what if they entered store credit or a gift card, and nobody fought for it as hard as was truly deserved? Or worse, what if they entered a garment and it was taken by someone who absolutely could not pull it off? The possible discomfort was too much to contemplate. Instead, they let the staff leave early, and kept the shop open themself. There was only a slim chance of any customers passing by, but if someone found themselves in a desperate last minute wardrobe-related emergency, Blush Boutique would answer the call. They were adjusting some of the display mannequins in the window, and considering switching them to get a jump on the next season’s aesthetic, when they looked up and directly into the eyes of a man on the other side of the glass. Kui didn’t recognize him, but gave a tentative smile and a polite nod of their head, to acknowledge a potential customer. They tried to read whether he wanted something from the shop in his expression or mood, but then opted just to ask, muffled but likely still audible through the display window glass. “We’re still open, if you’re wanting to get something?” The pixie offered, head tilted inquisitively.

[lostlikejetsam]

𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑

with @silas-waters​

It was the latest he’d stayed up in a while, perched behind a bush across from the Mermaid Inn with only the stars for company. Every once and a while his head would poke up from the cover of the branches only to shake in disappointment and sink back down. He knew it would come by again, whatever kept making those noises outside his window that kept waking him up for the past week. It was clear he was serious about this as he had actually remembered to wear his glasses in order to see what it was beyond a blob. Unlike last night. Hearing movement, Seungho shot up, rustling the bush in his haste, “ah, caught- oh.”

[rothane]

@silasxavery​ / ❛ death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now. ❜

A brow arches upward at the comment. Honestly, Silas isn’t someone she knows well. She sort of knows him from passing, having mutual friends in Sutton and Maddox --- but she supposes now that he’s prospecting that will likely change, depending on how he does. The cut makes you family, after all, so she chooses not to be an asshole to him about the fact that his words sound like they’ve been ripped straight out of Edward Cullen’s mouth. “Yeah,” she nods momentarily, lips pursing. “That seems to be the one thing that most people in this town have in common.”

[spellbindingnights]

"I mean... I know it must be hard, but you think about your kids and try to make this as easy for them as possible. And if the law says that you have to give in half of your assets, then that's what you have to do, even if it sucks" she said with a sad smile, running her fingers across his hair in a loving manner. "Kids are resilient and they learn by example. Maybe it might hurt now, but you divorcing their mom is the healthy thing to do. It would be ten times worse if you stayed with her and let resentment run your relationship" she explained softly. She had seen all the variants of this issue, and it was always sad to be honest. Macarena kissed him softly and wrapped her arms around him. "I just speak from experience" she shrugged her shoulders. "I mean, I haven't divorced anyone, but the kids at pre-school, they teach me a lot every day" she smiled softly.

@velvetrogue

Silas sighed. He knew Macarena was right, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. “Yeah…” he murmured initially, adding, “It’s a tough pill to swallow, I can’t lie. But if I have to swallow it… then I’ll swallow it.” Another sigh followed. Furthermore, Macarena’s mention of his kids sent a pang of regret through Silas. Again, she was entirely right with what she said. “Yeah, I’ll do everything I can for them,” he began. “It’s… I know what they’re going through is a big part my fault. I couldn’t help it. I tried everything. It’s just… sometimes we gotta do what we gotta do, and that meant leaving.” A third sigh came from Silas as he finished, regret seeping through his figure. He could’ve easily wallowed, and yet it was Macarena’s encouraging words that put a smile back on his features. His tense posture eased, and he met her gaze, warmth entering his eyes. “You always know just what to say,” he murmured fondly, leaning in for a kiss whilst murmuring, “You’re so special to me.” 

@spellbindingnights

[alliroe]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @kingsilas​

          “ — dish soap in the dishwasher ?? ”     alli repeats, the disbelief in her voice might be more audible if she wasn’t already laughing from her spot in his doorway. arms are crossed stubbornly over her chest, a thrifted oversized flannel pulled over a sports bra swathing most of her body in a forest green plaid.     “ haven’t i told you not to do that before ?? ”     she can’t actually remember if she’s said such a thing ; it’s unlikely, honestly. as much as she likes to hold what she considers her far better life skills over silas, the truth is she was not born with a mothering gene and isn’t so good at preventing things like this as she is laughing at them after the fact and then begrudgingly helping him out of it. her laughter finally subsides and eyes roll in what might be a fond motion before she’s brushing past him into his apartment,     “ alright genius, show me the damage. ”

[spellbindingnights]

Colleen was looking at him the entire time, scrutinizing every single movement and action. He was so damn handsome and she was tempted to ran her fingers through his blonde hair, but they weren't there yet. She then crossed one leg over the other, her dress hiking up a bit more.

"I am not so sure about that. If you are not in good health, how can you take care of me?" She asked innocently, turning her body slightly to face him better. "Your job is to be alert, not tense..." she retorted. Yes, she could be annoying. "I know the best way to relax... you'd feel so much better and your constant frown will disappear, I can guarantee you that" she teased, flashing him her brightest smile.

His gaze drifted over to her in what he'd claim was him just checking she had her seatbelt done, but he caught a flash of bare skin and her fingertips running along the exposed flesh of her thigh. He turned back to the road with a grunt at her no. It wasn't a long drive back to her apartment and he told himself that he just had to get her to her door and then that was that. He'd held out this long, he was fairly certain another ten minutes wasn't going to kill him. Hopefully.

"My health isn't really any of your concern," he informed her bluntly, his eyes now fixed on the road ahead of them, his hands gripping tightly against the steering wheel. "I'm working. It's my job to be tense."

[kasim-sullivan-blog]

Dinner for two? || Silas&Kasim.

Kasim had been putting it off until he got a feel for the town, but enough was enough. The hunger was clawing at him and he needed to feed now. It was all he could think about at this point, and he was inches away from snapping and going on some sort of town-wide killing spree. That wouldn’t do anything to help keep his cover. He had spent nearly an hour scoping out someone to stalk before a well built man caught his eye. Standing from his position, he shoved his hands in his pockets and followed the man as he cut through an alley. This would be easy. Hopefully.

The rugaru made quick work of silencing and killing the stranger, but not before he’d yelled out in surprised. He was quieted with a swift bite to the throat before Kasim really set in on him. Kasim had never been a neat eater to say the least--and started tearing his victim apart with only his teeth.

He was savouring the taste of this poor man’s liver when he heard footsteps. Shit. Oh, fucking shit. His head snapped up at the sound and he froze, offal still hanging from his mouth. A woman was headed straight for him. He let the meat fall from his mouth, his chin dripping blood. 

“It’s not what it looks like,” Kasim blurted before he could stop himself. “I was just . . . uh . . .fuck.”

[itsronniebish]

"I have no doubt that you can, really," Ronnie said, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. She looked away, her lips almost twitching into a frown. She didn't want to talk about that, not really. Still. "Not long. Since, like, May, but I think I'm getting the hang of it," she said with a smile. "And my name's Veronica, but you can call me Ronnie."

"That's a shame. But, with time, I bet I can surprise you still," He mused and likely sooner rather than later given what he had cooking up under his sleeve. "What can I say, doll, I live to please. So, how long have you been a vampire anyhow? And oh, is that your way of asking? I'll tell you what. I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours," He propositioned.

[pitymisskitty]

"You're taking things out of context and you know it. You don't look smart just because you're a smartass," Kitty muttered. And she hated that then, the way he managed to dehumanize her despite his high horse. He didn't know her. He didn't know what had happened, or what she'd done. He'd never met Parker. He didn't know it was an accident. "Everyone's capable of murder. A determined goose can commit murder. I've never intentionally hurt anyone." She shook her head. "What the fuck ever." He wasn't worth her time. She needed to get to her family and make sure her mundane, human dad was okay, not chat with assholes with fuck all information about anything.

"You're asking if I'm speciesist when you just dehumanized your neighbors in the span of two hours. All I said, was that being human seems like it would be boring. Pretty sure that makes you the fucked up one out of the two of us. Ew. I mean look at your own eyes. You call them assholes, when you've clearly run around and attacked people yourself. So, they're capable of setting fire to things and destroying part of a town. You're capable of murder. Sounds like you fit right in," He reasoned, having caught the way her eyes had flashed a bright blue. "And so what if I don't want to be human? Other people can enjoy their mundane existences all they'd like or cause chaos if they want to. It's doesn't bother me like it seems to you."

[earthwindandraen]

Rae hadn't expected to feel it, the moment her magic snapped, the moment Silas' coven fell apart. Something that had been not-so-freely given became something that was taken away in an instant. She'd wondered if, perhaps, Jasmine had done it. Perhaps Silas was dead, now. With shaky hands, she pulled out a map and a small vial of blood and let a droplet fall as she muttered a tracking spell. The drop found something, at least, leading the way to somewhere, someone, so that was where Rae went.

She found him, eventually, looking a little worse for wear. "Silas Chamberlain," she mused. "At least tell a gal before you take away her empathy. Could've used a warning-- or two-- for everything this night held."

@lunarcovestarters

Silas wandered down the dimly lit streets of Lunar Cove with a spring in his step. His sharp whistle cut through the air as he watched the witches and vampires around him embrace their true potential. It really was a spectacular sight to see as he whistled along to a Christmas tune. His own eyes just as jet black and swirling with mist as the inflicteds were given that he was the one who casted the dark magic and he would have continued to take in the festivities if it wasn't for the person who was making a beeline straight past him. "Whoa, hey, somebody seems to be in a hurry?"

[pitymisskitty]

"You mean the assholes that are running around attacking people?" Kitty asked, her own eyes flashing bright blue. "Less than two hours and people are setting fire to things and biting people and destroying part of the town." If that's what people were capable of, then it sort of stung, didn't that. "You're inflicted to, right? With your eyes like that? Maybe there's some.... causation or whatever between the two." She frowned, her nose wrinkling up in disgusted. "Dude, are you, like, speciesist? Because that's really fucked up. Like, ew. Really fucked up."

"You mean your own neighbors? It's been what?" He glanced down at his watch in amusement to check the time. "Less than two hours and you've already dehumanized your own community? And oh please. They can't do anything that they're morally against. They're still your friends and loved ones. If they try to hurt you, they were always capable of that to begin with. That's not the spell making them do it. That's them, likely because you did something to piss them off, given I haven't had a problems with the inflicted at all. And outside of being boring, I guess."

[itsronniebish]

"You know? That doesn't surprise me at all," Ronnie said. Because, really, a guy like this? He definitely doesn't make offers that are easy to refuse. There's definitely heat in her cheeks as he leans in and wipes at her mouth, licks his fingers. This guy... This is the kind of guys that Ronnie just really fucking likes, okay? Her friends (if she could call them friends since none of them fucking helped her that night) back home used to say she had a type when it came to men, and, yeah. Okay. So what? She liked them when they showed off, when they had a way with words. And if they were a little older than her with that devil-may-care smile? All the better. Especially this guy, who had a touch of something... was it danger? Was it something rugged? She didn't know. She did like it, though. "Rare's great, fantastic, really." She leaned her chin on her hand, grinning. "You're really just talking my language right now, you know? And I don't even have your name."

"Oh, I promise you, little vamp, I rarely make offers one can easily refuse," He teased, leaning forwards to keep his voice low as he watched with glee as she let out another giggle as she leaned in to take the bite he had extended her off of his fork. "Well, aren't you precious and you're welcome, Beautiful. Here, allow me," He mused as he leaned forwards to wipe some of the sauce that was left on the corner of her mouth before he moved to lick his own fingers clean. "There all better. Now, I'll take it medium rare, but I'm guessing you're more of a rare girl, yourself, am I right? And as for dessert, what do you say we go for all of them? I mean after all, we can't leave your sweet tooth unsatisfied now can we?"

[pitymisskitty]

"I don't know if you've seen one of the particularly blood crazy fuckers with fangs running around, dude, but that's kind of a threat," Kitty said, her eyes wide and glowing bright blue. But his eyes weren't normal either, were they, all pitch black like everyone else that had been losing it since the party ended. Kitty felt her back stiffen, the hairs on the back of her neck raised. She should take a step back. She should get away. "Potential to what? Hurt people?" she asked. No one ran screaming because she'd killed the only person with her, and Kitty still remembered the dream. She remembered that people had been screaming, then, and it had been the right thing to do. "I think running and screaming when someone's trying to hurt you's a perfectly normal reaction," she said, taking one step back, and then another. "There's nothing wrong with being human."

"Because there's not a threat," He offered up as if it was the most obvious conclusion in the world. "Why would there be? As far as I see it, your fellow neighbors are simply realizing the potential they've had within them all along, so why not let them? I mean did anyone freak out or run away screaming from you when you came into your own- what are you anyway? I'm guessing you're not human, but I could be wrong. It's never happened befoe, but there is always a first time for everything. And if they did run away petrified of you, do you think that was fair of them? Do you feel like you deserve such a reaction? Or would your life have been different with a little bit of understanding?" He posed. "This is all under the assumption that you're not human as I said, though if you are, then that's quite unfortunate. How sad it would be to receive such a mundane fate."

[itsronniebish]

Ronnie hesitated for only a moment before she moved to join the man, taking the seat across from him. "Hard to say no to an offer like that," she said, giggling a little as leaned in, taking the bite of food he offer her. It was good. Better than most of what she'd eaten recently, but that had to do with the fact that she didn't really need to eat anymore, even if it could be enjoyable. Junk food had become something she indulged in these days far more than she had in life. Swallowing and wiping her mouth, Ronnie smirked, "Delicious. Thank you." She looked down at the food and then back at him, feeling almost ridiculous and breathless. "Anything else? I mean, I bet the steak's great. How do you take it? I'm kind of in the mood for dessert, myself. I've got a bit of a sweet tooth."

"Yes, you, love," A deep chuckle reverberated through his lungs as he watched the little brunette across from him point to herself. "Care to join me?" Silas asked, nudging the chair out with the tip of his shoe as if to make room for her to sit. "Here, come on. Open wide. You'll love it," He promised her, as he held his fork up to her lips so that she could take a bite herself. "And do you want anything else, while you're at it? I haven't tried their steak yet. What do you say? What are you craving? On me. No need to worry."

[pitymisskitty]

Nico had said to bite if necessary, but Kitty was trying really, really hard not to make that necessary. The stress from whatever-the-fuck that seemed to be going on already had her feeling in a wolfy way. She couldn't really help it, the way her eyes started to glow and her teeth grew larger in her mouth, claws on the tips of her fingers that she was doing her best not to dig into the knit of her sweater. Don't destroy your clothes again, she thought over and over, a mantra in her head. She fled the scene of the inn fairly quickly after that, deciding that her best course of action was just waiting at home with her family. So much for a happy new year. She ran out and into the street, stumbling for only a moment before she righted herself. Whoever the goober walking in the street without a care in the world was, she rolled past him, skidding to a stop as she turned to face him. "Duh, I'm in a-- Why are you not in a hurry?"

@lunarcovestarters

Silas wandered down the dimly lit streets of Lunar Cove with a spring in his step. His sharp whistle cut through the air as he watched the witches and vampires around him embrace their true potential. It really was a spectacular sight to see as he whistled along to a Christmas tune. His own eyes just as jet black and swirling with mist as the inflicteds were given that he was the one who casted the dark magic and he would have continued to take in the festivities if it wasn't for the person who was making a beeline straight past him. "Whoa, hey, somebody seems to be in a hurry?"