#;that day i let a weak man die | silco;

[jynxd]

VISION IMPAIRMENT:

His infected eye is not only affects how he looks on the outside, but also how sees everything. For example, in his normal eye, he has complete vision with full color. This is the eye he uses to distinguish and memorize any observations.

However in his infected eye, while he does maintain clear vision, he sees in hues of greys, purples, and reds. Due to this he is often disoriented, though he does is best to hide it. At any given time he rarely uses his eye for anything other than to look intimidating.

The injections in his eye temporarily clear up this condition, but only for a short amount of time.

[zaunrising]

A short writing concerning Silco of “zaunrising” fame, and his life post Arcane.

Nearly having died at the infamous Table due to his adopted daughter reacting out of reflex and shooting him, Silco spent a relatively short time recovering. His deputy, Sevika, took on a larger share of his duties while he was healing and kept him informed of what was happening in Zaun. Rumors spread about Silco’s absence, ranging from the possibility that the aging Chem-Baron was dead, to him having left Zaun to go on vacation, to him retiring, to him being too busy working to meet with anyone, to who knows what else. One thing was for sure: Sevika was keeping The Lanes in check, and the Shimmer selling. Another thing was that the other Chem-Barons were looking entirely too closely as they tried to decide if Silco had slipped up enough to finally give them an opportunity they could take advantage of.

Upon recovering, Silco immediately returned to work, ensuring that all knew he was in fact still alive and still every bit the Chem-Baron who held The Lanes. He also looked for Jinx, wanting to bring his daughter home. His attempt to reach out to Jinx would, for the time being, be futile, as it turned out Jinx fully believed he was dead and that his presence was simply a very strangely real-seeming hallucination. Making a private oath that he would return at a later date to try to convince Jinx of the truth once more, Silco had returned to his work, expecting to see Jinx once more before too much time passed. That expectation would be shattered.

Before he could reach out to Jinx again, a plague found its way to Zaun sweeping through its streets. The time during that plague was both a peaceful time for Silco as the habitual violence of his life faded while disease ran rampant, and a period filled with more death than he’d ever seen before at one time. It was a time that saw him gradually weakened as he devoted resources to aiding Zaun while other Chem-Barons hoarded their money and power. He was weakened, but for as much as he lost, Silco also gained as a particular woman walked into his life during that time. Irisa Avéne (an OC owned by the mun behind @saviourofzaun ).

A strong mage who proved her value by saving a child’s life the first time Silco met her, Irisa would gradually become one of the very few people Silco trusted or cared about. At first simply a valued employee who he put in charge of a medical clinic, Irisa became far more over time, and in fact eventually moved into Silco’s home and bedroom. Alas, the road that led to the two living together had not been in any way easy for the woman; that, however, is a story for another day.

The plague has since faded, and now a new phase in Silco’s life begins. A phase in which he can feel countless eyes upon him and must prepare to fend off attempts from Chem-Barons and gangers to take what is his. A time in which he must find a way both to keep Irisa by his side and also to once more find Jinx, and this time succeed in bringing his daughter home. His eyes opening to the truth that few any more care about The Cause, and that Zaun has well and truly become an enterprise. Silco is tired, of course, and feels as though his work is never ending, even as he starts to wonder if there is any point to the work. At the same time, Silco is finding himself oddly invigorated as he realizes Zaun is returning to normal and that he will be challenged once more. Challenges, after all, give him an opportunity for reprisal and to take more than he ever has before. Attacks on him and upon what is his create openings for him to take advantage of, so long as he doesn’t lose. Loosing, incidentally, is a concept Silco refuses to even consider for one simple reason. If he lost, he’d end up dead, and that was something he simply would not allow to happen. He had a daughter to care for, after all, and Irisa in his life now as well, and regardless of how others felt, The Cause still moved forward. A Free Nation of Zaun still a dream burning within Silco, and even with his doubts and realizations rising up within him, Silco could not imagine that dream fading.

One way or another, Silco will continue moving forward.

A few random notes about Silco.

He no longer covers his scar with makeup.

He now carries a pistol with him.

He is currently learning Ionian.

Even if he doesn’t verbally admit it, he is in a relationship with Irisa Avéne and woe betide any who disrespects or hurts her. The two have been seen together, With Irisa visiting The Last Drop as well as going home to the same house as Silco it is not hard for someone to figure out that something is going on between the two.

Silco has forgiven Jinx and wants her to return home, while understanding that he is alive more than anything else. He does, however, now have a panic response to hearing her minigun, Pow-pow, going off unexpectedly, which causes him to freeze up.

[jynxd]

Silco smiled proudly at Jinx, for a second but long enough for her to see before he once more observed the firelight. He took in every single detail of the small mechanical bug, noting even the minute details. There was no doubt in his mind that would fool in the smartest of their enemies with how perfectly detailed it was. His pride in his daughter swelled at that, at her capabilities.

“Just when I think you can’t surpass my expectations, you do so in grand fashion.” Silco ran his hand along the wing of the mechanical firelight. “This will make it easier to keep the chem barons under lock and key. Perhaps to learn of the firelights location. How does it work?”

Jinx smiled brightly as Silco praised her for the work on the metallic Firelight. It had been quite a tricky balancing act. Not only when it came to finding a recording device, which was small enough to be implemented into the design but also something, which could catch and reproduce sound safely. After all, Jinx had designed the small item to function as a tool for espionage.

"Thanks", Jinx said, "I tried to make it look really, really pretty. And well, I did have the advantage that this figurine maker in Piltover had already made mechanical butterflies. All I had to do, was replicate them and adjust them to make them look more like Firelights and also to be able to record sound. You can now use that to spy on the Firelights or any of the Chem-Barons."

[thewistlingbadger]

We've all been asking how could young silco become the silco we knew in s1? How could he go from loving Felicia to trying to kill her first born? How could he take in jinx and not utter a single word of her mom? This one line that Silco told Jinx in season one is the answer.

"That day I let a weak man die and another was born."

The old Silco is gone. The trauma of being blamed for Felicia's death, the trauma of almost being killed, the trauma of being seen as a monster by everyone he used to know permanently changed silco. He can't allow himself to be vulnerable again because that's how he lost Felicia. That's how he lost Vander. That's how he lost everything. He has to lock all of that stuff away, bury it like a dead body or a hideous secret. The only way he saw out was to go through such a drastic transformation that rendered him unrecognizable on all fronts.

[constantfragmentation]

In real life, do you think Id be difficult to have a serious relationship with Silco? I'm curious

Oh hell yes.

That man is nothing BUT difficult. My psychologist would have a field day dissecting him.

Even before the drowning, he has serious issues.

He's intelligent (self-taught more than anything) and knows it. That man has some serious rage and inferiority complexes to deal with. He doesn't like to be second. Vander taught him that. And that I'm in the mindset that Silco has always been the brains of the smuggling/revolution outfit.

Post drowning. My man has the biggest trust issues on the planet. You wrong him and you might as well just die because he'll kill you. He might mame first or find something that is worse than death, so yeah, don't cross him.

Silco values intelligence, patience, loyalty and yes, passion. He is very passionate about his core beliefs and I'm betting that passion is very much alive elsewhere. When he's in the mood, you better be too.

He can be a very generous lover. The skinny boys always packing the meat, and he also knows it. In the beginning it might be all about his pleasure but once he starts to give two shits, he will find ways to tease and please. Silco is also a bit of a sadist. He will draw that shit out until you're begging him.

Don't play coy or the tease with him. He doesn't have time for that bs.

He might play with you at first. See if you're worth more than some quick shags. Then he'll test you. Just how loyal are you? Little by little and this could take some time before he has the TINIEST bit of trust in you.

At this point, you're probably the sidechick but more than a quickie.

If your patience and dealing with his constant bs and mood swings have paid off, he just might consider you partner material. He still doesn't share everything and keeps one foot firmly planted on the ground, keeping his emotions in check (as always), but he's allowed you just enough and if you're not ok with that, your ass is getting kicked back down to sidechick or he's decided he's done. Again, trust.

If you're looking for romance, chances are that isn't happening. He might do it to fuck with you. A game. He might offer small gestures to let you know he sees you, shows a bit of tenderness when no one is watching. Granted that 'tenderness' might be him giving you a warning before surprising you with anal sex tonight.

Jinx better love you. If not, it's all over. She is #1 so you better be okay with that.

If he has put Sevika or one of his goons to guard you, you know you know mean something. Unfortunately, if that's the case, Silco knows others will see you as a liability and possible weakness, so now you're a target. I hope you're ok with that.

Granted, if anyone does come for you (and misses), you'll know by now that Silco will Fucking.Go.To.TOWN on their ass. Silco, I believe will burn the world for the person he cares about.

[jynxd]

Silco had to admit that although he didn't know her motives, she was incredibly useful. So was his comment an offer? Possibly. He certainly wouldn't mind someone with her capabilities as an ally. However, he still needed to gauge what her intentions were. To study her more, much like he did with everyone else he was intrigued by.

"I am indeed open to the possibility of something equally beneficial to both of us." He didn't want to lay out of his hand just yet. Knew better than to just go into things blindly. Things took time, took planning. And Silco was nothing if not a man who took pride in methodical planning. "No, the less they know about where they are going, the more fun it will be."

He rose eyebrow as he watched his bodyguards pick up the two Firelights. "I have a certain reputation to uphold and the Firelights need to realize the consequences of their actions. These two are going to send that message." Silco's expression was positively malicious and cruel. A monster breaking its shackles. "You get a front row seat."

"Follow me." Is all he said he nodded to the body guards to move forward. They knew where to go with a simple look. Had been there several times with him to ensure their prey didn't escape. "They won't have much spirit left when we are finished with them."

"I can take you there another time. For tonight, why don't you enjoy your gift?" Her personal mission of the day had been as successful as she expected. Not that she ever doubted that a gift like that wouldn't bring her closer to Silco. He may not trust her yet, but that wasn't necessary at the moment. He was starting to realize how useful she could be to him and wishing her around; that was good enough for a beginning.

"Do you mean a partnership? That interests me. Perhaps after we dispose of those soon-to-be-corpses, we can discuss this. And yes, they cannot hear or see us. Why? Would you like it to change?" She could always remove the veil covering their heads, which had a few runes drawn over them. Those were the reasons why the poor firelights couldn't use their senses to know what happened around them.

Leaving her position close to the window, she approached Silco at the same time his bodyguards did, keeping more distance from the Eye of Zaun than his henchmen as a form to show respect for his position. "A message, you say? Mind if I ask what message?" An idea crossed her mind, but she wished to make sure. "Well, if you don't mind, I will tag along. You got me curious about what goes through your mind, Silco." She offered him a malicious smirk. A monster could recognize another.

The two captives started moving more desperately when touched by the bodyguards, knowing for sure it was the time to fight if they wished to live to see another day. They growled and cursed their kidnappers, and the more they moved, the tighter the ropes around them became. "They still have some spirit inside them after all." Not that it would make any difference.

[starry-nights12]

Despair

One Word Prompt (Jinx's Diary Entry)

CW:Brief mention of torture

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My Ekko is an actor.

He loves to perform every day.

He pretends that he's fine to his community and presents them with a dazzling smile.

Everyone sat in box seats while I had front-row seats to everything he was going through.

They begrudgingly agreed to let me stay before I came here. That's how good of a leader he is.

Get their hated enemy to stay in their sanctuary all because he was in love with me to give me a second chance.

He didn't tell them that. I figured that was his other reason for having me after we started dating.

I didn't come here for their forgiveness nor expect them to even if I did care.

The crazy, sadistic, psycho they resented was the one to comfort him during his time of need.

When he was on the brink of despair I was the one that had to pull him out before he drowned in it.

Their cheerful leader told me about  violent ways he wanted to kill the chembarons and the enforcers.

I told him about Singed gleefuly operated on me when I woke up in the middle of the surgery. He wanted to join me in finding him and torturing him.

I know it's because he loves me. I also know he wants revenge on the man for creating the drug that ravaged our town.

Even though he loved his people and the secret community he created-he sometimes felt lonely. He missed all of us and wished they were here.

All these people do is take and take AND TAKE.

Never ONCE stopping to think that their beloved, respected leader needed help like they do.

The only worthwhile person here is Scar. We hated each other but eventually, he became our mutual friend.

I hate Heimerdinger the most. I'll never understand him letting a Piltie here.

Ekko has too much of a big heart. It's what I admired about him but also found frustrating.

I tucked him in and kissed his forehead. He's sleeping next to me right now.

Sometimes we both have restless nights. Our nightmares terrorize us and the only safe place was to stay awake.

He hadn't tossed and turned, his face didn't scrunch up, and he wasn't crying yet. I hope he sleeps peacefully throughout the night.

He just finished crying over Benzo and wanted me to comfort him. He hates Silco but lets me cry to him about it.

Uncle Benzo was his father and we both loved him. If I never grabbed those crystals I would have never met Silco.

We still would have had our Dads.

He doesn't blame me because we didn't know the fallout would happen.

He blames himself for even telling Vi. He feels like he ruined everything in our lives.

My poor, sweet angel.

It is my fault.

I'm sorry, Ekko.

I ruin everything I touch yet haven't managed to keep you so far.

That's what angels do. They're able to perform miracles.

He's my world.

He's the air that I breath

He's my everything.

If Ekko gets killed because of me then I might as well die too.

I'll only seal your death if I say it aloud but I love you.

I love you SO much that despite Silco scolding me, I let myself become weak around you.

You ARE my weakness.

He hates you for it.

You're my baby.

I love you unconditionally and want to take care of you. You're precious to me and I savour the time we spend together.

I love you, Little Man.♡

I love you.♡

I love you.♡

I love you.♡

I'll always be your girl just like you promised.♡

I'm yours just as much as you are mine.♡

Forever and always.♡

[jynxd]

Soooo give this a like if you want to do something with either EKKO or SILCO. If you’re multimuse feel free to specify in the comments who you want to use/who which of the two you want. OR you can also pm me and we can discuss things! :)

[zaunrising]

Cheers to every valiant miner

Sometimes, Silco wondered if he should have made more of an effort to ensure this particular day was a memorable one. A Memorial Day, so to speak. If it would have done Zaun well to remember the blood spilled in the past that made it what it was. In the end, however, he always came to the same thought. That even if, perhaps, he should have, it was now far too late. Those long since dead, and fallen by the wayside that few would remember, had lost their opportunity to be remembered. Silco did, of course, and once Vander, and perhaps some small number of others. A small number that was slowly, but surely decreasing. He, as well, would eventually join that number and with his passing others would meet their second death. The first death, physical. The second, when your name was utterly forgot. It was a sombering thought, and one that led him down to the bar.

A shot glass worth of cheap whiskey. The same type he’d drank as a younger man, and taking it, he raised it up into the air.

“Cheers to every valiant miner, Drain your glasses to that, my brethren,

Cheers to every valiant miner; As he is surrounded by night and horrors,

Whether he be wreathed in the radiance of day, Whether he be sleeping under the grass.”

For a second, he allowed his accent to come out. Silco couldn't care less if anyone heard as he murmured the soft toast, and upon finishing, he downed the shot. Setting the shot glass down, he rolled his shoulders then turned to leave the Last Drop. It was time to go check on things around Zaun.

[zaunrising]

For a moment, Silco considered ignoring Elise’s hand, but took it, giving a confident handshake. No need to try to play games as though attempting to crush her hand, he didn’t need to do such things. If he truly wanted to crush something, or someone, it would be done. “Not everyone can both see such a spot, and manage to step up into it.” A simple statement of fact. It was one of the reasons Elise had arisen his curiosity. Along with the fact that a natural reservoir of water was in her territory. If he was perfectly honest, a part of Silco was irritated by the fact that someone not of and from Zaun controlled that water. However, with the industries that would use it still rising up and thriving as best they could in Zaun, Silco decided to keep that irritation in check. For now.

The faintest little chuckle escaped from Silco hearing of assassination attempts, and he nodded in understanding. “Easier on everyone for such things to be concentrated at one person.” A pity Jinx wasn’t currently available. She was always very good at stepping up to deal with individual people. Not that Silco saw a reason, yet, to “deal with” Elise. He hadn’t gotten to where he was by simply killing every single newcomer. Some needed to be handled, yes, but not all.

Silco, also, did not believe for a moment that was the main reason Elise was around.

No one took a spot in Zaun the way she had, simply by offering a target.

“I would appreciate a tour, yes.” In truth, Silco would indeed rather get a look at the “hospital” than to simply sip tea and chat. As much as, by Zaun standards, he could play the polite gentleman and engage in a verbal dance back and forth, it wasn’t actually what he preferred. “I am curious just how you’ve changed things here.” Both how she’d changed things, and if it was enough space, as well as how many people were actually being helped.

“Besides, seems faster to show than to tell, and I expect we are both busy people.”

While she had been informed it was Silco visiting, Elise was pleasantly surprised to see no one else in the room. It lent more credibility to the idea that this was merely a social visit. Closing the door behind her, she flipped a switch alongside the wall, igniting more glas lamps along the sky-blue walls, chasing away the shadows lingering in the corners. Her shoes clicked as she ventured closer to Silco, holding out a hand in greeting.

"Ah, thank you, I suppose, though really it is nothing to congratulate me over. There was simply a space, and I stepped up to fill it." A simplification, but true nonetheless. The previous chem-baron had neglected their duties; the paperwork alone showed as much. Fiddling with a bit of loose threading in her sleeve, her silver eyes never left her guest.

The territory had a natural reservoir of water, cleaner than most she had seen in Zaun, and surrounding it, an industry of bakers and pharmacies had sprung up. Or as much of an industry as one could create in Zaun when the chem-baron was only concerned with personal profit. It had not been hard to win their support once she showed genuine interest in letting them thrive.

"Besides, I would never be able to manage all this alone." The mage mused. When leadership failed, people stepped up, even if they didn't have the resources to pose a challenge. Thus, a small, informal council had formed underneath the previous baron. A council which had been formalized after the chem-baron's death.

"Quite frankly, I am mostly around, so people have someone to aim their assassination attempts at." The mage joked. It wasn't true; she provided funds for many of the rising businesses in the area and tried to act as a mediator for the groups who had to share the small territory and, more importantly, the water. Still, she was an outsider, and her allies' insights were invaluable.

"But if you're curious, perhaps you would like a tour? I imagine this was still a gambling house last time you were here." The pale woman gestured towards the decorated door she'd just entered from. It still felt odd to run what was essentially a hospital from a building clearly designed to impress its guests with luxurious wood and elaborate sets.

"There will be a few areas we have to walk around, people who need their rest, but otherwise, I will be happy to show you what I have made of this place." She had always been better at show-and-tell than these polite meetings where one had to find out if the other was genuine or secretly slipping poison into the tea.

[revelisms]

Excerpt: An Artificial Sun

Silco recounts a past life.

From 'bitter bright wings,' a character study of Silco and Jinx set after Episode 5. Full story on AO3

"In the river, you told me..." She turns her cup in her hands, warm against her palms. "You told me you let—let a weak man die."

He tips his mug into a slow sip. "I did."

Her nails click over the porcelain. "I guess I—I was just...curious." 

He waits for her to elaborate further. She doesn't. "About what?" he prods, and glances down at her. The fire of his left eye glows in the dim. "Who that man was?"

"Well—" She curls her fingers slow about her cup. Shrugs softly. "Yeah."

He turns back to the skyline. There's a pause in the way he lifts his cigarette, something one might call hesitation, before he takes another drag. He lets the smoke sit in his throat. Breathes it out. 

She hates it, when he's quiet like this. She hunches upon herself, so close to ripping the words back; spitting out forget it, or I'm sorry, or fleeing, entirely.

"I spent years, looking for purpose," he says then, and his tone is strange. "In the dark. In the mines."

He tacks off the ash from his cigarette, peering absently over the balcony's metalwork to the sea of emerald-fogged buildings cobbled below. "Digging through the rocks, until your fingers bleed," he continues, faraway. "One can lose their minds, down there. No matter how hard you fight for something—there's always more earth to slough through. More tunnels to carve out. Every hour longer than the last; every day bleeding to another."

She looks up at him, quietly. The wind has loosened his hair from its usual coif, scattered over his brow. He's dug one hand into the crook of his elbow: the cigarette turned slow, pensive, within the other. The light washes out the red of his shirt to a bloody brown.

"That sort of life," he mutters on, embers in the words, "it starves you, for reassurance. That every bone you've broken has been worth something—and all the time you've wasted away will pay off, in the end." He stares out over the smog, the winding dark of the rooftops, the ghoulish giant of a city on a hill high, high, above, and chuckles, bitterly. "Can you blame them?" he muses. The fire of his eye burns on something she can't see. 

He takes another drag, slowly. "I was willing to do anything, to get out." Venom, in that word—and she has heard it before. He's never shied away from baring the ruthlessness of those years in the filth, climbing rung after blood-stained rung. In some ways, it is a mantle: a declaration of achievement, fought for tooth and nail. The cigarette bounces in his fingers. "But," he says quietly, and his mouth turns tense. "You spend so long underground, it roots inside you. The sun turns cold. And everything you spent months, years, scavenging for feels like dust, blown away."

She looks down into her cup, fingertips caught on the smooth slope of its clay. His words pause again, muddling—but it's alright, now. She focuses on what she can. The city is never quiet: but this early, a stillness blankets it. A breeze whispers about the building's edges.

Smoke unspools blue above him. "Then, one day," he continues, frowning, "someone comes along, who lights that fire in you—and you forget. All the fight you had in you; the power you gave yourself. You burn it all away." He rests his head against the rough stone of the Drop's old wall. "That faith in something that is not your own—it breaks you. Turns you reliant." The word stings, like a blade. "An artificial sun, replacing whatever that dead thing in the sky used to be—and when you lose it..." The words trail out to a whisper. He taps the unlit end of his cigarette on the railing, once, twice. "You're nothing." 

The memory festers, in the quiet. It fills the space between them, thick as oil. He takes another drag. "Or," he breathes out, waving the embers towards their slow-built empire. "It frees you. Reminds you why you survived, before. How you survived, before."

She rests her cheek on her knee, and swallows. She can feel his eyes slip towards her: weighing out his words, turning them over. 

"Sometimes," Silco murmurs, and it is gentle for all the fire that sits in it, a furrow creasing his brow, "we have to kill parts of ourselves, to remember. But those parts of you—they never leave you." He swirls the dark pool of his coffee. Takes a slow sip. "Not completely."

[zaunrising]

Sitting on the sofa with his cigar, Silco had to refrain from letting out a long, slow sigh. Jhin was so much more tolerable when he had his lips shut, or otherwise occupied in a way that prevented him from speaking so much. One arm stretched out across the back of the sofa, he tilted his head back, taking a deep drag off of the cigar while an eye stayed on Jhin watching the other man. With a slow breath outwards, Silco let a smoke ring emerge from between his lips to float across the room.

For a moment, Jinx came to mind, and how from time to time she reminded him of how he was talking too much. Blah blah blah, like a brother to you and he betrayed you. The thought actually brought a faint momentary smile to his lips, even as Silco wondered how Jhin would react to him taking a page from Jinx’s book. It was an amusing thought, but he had no desire to deal with the entirely too tall man getting offended by it. All the same… it would be amusing.

He must be getting old to have some whimsical impulses, or just tired.

Whatever would his brother have thought?

A pity he couldn’t ask.

Another drag off of his cigar, and Silco’s attention turned more properly to Jhin. “Have you ever wondered what it might be like to speak to those dead, and gone? Not that they’d have much to say unless you believe they are watching us, but all the same.” He really was getting old. Shaking his head, Silco sat up properly to gesture at Jhin with his cigar. “Never mind. You said, together we can forge a sanctuary. What exactly do you have in mind? Give me details. Something concrete.”

He did after all want Jinx to be able to thrive, and guarding his own secrets was always valuable.

Besides, Silco had not gotten to the point he had by ignoring the abilities of others.

People were useful, even ones like Jhin, and Silco used them accordingly.

Jhin stood there, his presence exuding an air of calculated elegance. His eyes, filled with a glimmer of artistic madness, gazed upon Silco with a mixture of intrigue and amusement. The faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as if he reveled in the delicate dance of power and trust that unfolded before him.

Silco's wariness did not escape Jhin's notice. The enigmatic assassin had always been a mystery to those who crossed his path, and his association with Silco was no exception. Though Jhin had managed to find his way onto Silco's "good side," the trust between them was still tenuous at best. Silco's hesitation, the slight narrowing of his eyes, spoke volumes about the lingering doubts that plagued him.

As Jhin observed Silco's contemplation, a flicker of curiosity danced in his eyes. The notion of being underestimated was a canvas upon which Jhin could paint his masterpiece. He savored the challenge of proving himself, of surpassing even the most guarded expectations. But the thought of surprising Silco, of catching the cunning mastermind off guard, held a certain allure.

Silco pondered the need for a way to protect his domain without hindering their freedom. Jhin's mind whirled with possibilities, his artistic sensibilities intertwining with his strategic acumen. He saw the situation as a grand performance, a symphony of chaos and order that he could conduct with precision.

A soft chuckle escaped Jhin's lips as he finally broke his silence, his voice carrying a melodious undertone. "Ah, dear Silco, i understand your conundrum. But fear not, for I am a master of adaptation and ingenuity. Let us weave a tapestry of protection that shields your secrets while allowing Jinx and your ilk to revel in their own chaotic whims. You see, there's very little that can't be accomplished with the right sort of magic..."

He took a step closer, his presence commanding the space around him. "Imagine, if you will, a labyrinth of illusions, a maze of perception. One that only those who possess the key, the knowledge, can navigate unscathed. Let us create an intricate dance of traps and misdirection, tailored to each individual's unique essence. Jinx, with her wild spirit, will find her path unhindered, while I, with my meticulous nature, shall be challenged to unravel the enigma. The possibility of working on such an elaborate project while offering you some well deserved rest is titilating."

Jhin's eyes gleamed with artistic fervor, a vision taking shape within his mind. "Together, we can forge a sanctuary that guards your secrets and allows the symphony of chaos that is your adoptive offspring to thrive. And in this delicate interplay, even your surprises shall be met with the elegance and grace that only an artist of my caliber can provide."

He paused, his gaze locked with Silco's, awaiting the Eye of Zauns' response. The stage was set, the audience enraptured. Jhin, the virtuoso of death, was ready to compose a masterpiece that would leave them all breathless. He might have been a little manic today.

[mo0nfairy]

If your still taking request/prompts I'm literally going feral for the silco content on Tumblr. There's not enough yet and I need morrrrre

🪷 ִ ° ⋆ 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ˚ ｡ . 🪺

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 . . .

♫ 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ⸺ 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

˚ ✩ 🦋 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🍊

( 📁 ) . . .  𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆��𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.

( 📁 ) . . .  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗱𝗼𝘃𝗲! <𝟯

𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗰𝗼’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .

𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, & 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎

“ever wonder what it’s like to drown?”

silco recounts the memory fondly while conversing with sevika, staring upon the grimy city of zaun beneath him as cigar smoke satiates the walls of his lungs

“there’s peace in water that is holding you, whispering in low tones to let it in, and every problem in the world will fade away.”

he remembers the way his heart stuttered in fear before the accelerating rate simmered to silence; he remembers how he found serenity within the burning fire that wrapped around his body

“i would do anything to feel the peace i felt then. so, for that, i thank my old friend.”

he remembers floating through the expanses of the current as the ricochet between life and death came to a tranquil halt

then, there was blissfully nothing

“that day i let a weak man die, and i won’t let my best henchman fall prey to such weakness, either. find me that gemstone, or i may change my mind…”

outside the uproarious ambiance of the last drop, the crystal glistens beneath your fingertips, illuminating the dark alleyway with its amalgam of enchanting hues

what started as a mere midnight stroll through the grungy streets of zaun turned into a marvelous discovery

you just so happened to lay eyes upon a hextech gemstone tucked beneath a pile of broken beer bottles and cigarette buds

what you thought was an expensive marble that rolled its way from piltover was actually the prized possession of the most dangerous crime lord in the under-city

you nestle the gemstone into your hand, pondered of its potential materialistic matter, and turn tail, only to smack headfirst into the tall frame of silco’s right-hand man

as sevika stares down upon your form, you look to the scars and wounds adorning her face in fear, cowering under her gaze like a guilty puppy

you take a step back, and she takes one forward; this process continues and hastens until you feel your back plummet against the chest of another

silco grasps hold of your wrist, turning you to face him as a faint snicker escapes his mouth at your attempt to hide the crystal in your palm

he stares upon the shadows of violet and blue as they escape through creases of your clenched fingers before his eyes travel up your arm then land on you- oh my god, you

there it is again…

peace

for this mere moment, staring upon the pigments of your irises, silco is at peace; he is no longer just a walking carcass holding a broken soul

he feels alive again, and it is everything

abruptly, you let go of the crystal and charge a blow to his stomach, exploiting his moment of weakness and sprinting away into the busy streets of zaun

as he doubles over in pain, the chaos and torment he had known all his life soon returns, and so does the unfathomable rage

these all-too-familiar feelings permeated everything around silco; hell, he could practically taste the copper flavor of sorrow on his tongue

“w-who was that!?” he demands sevika frantically, sapphire and vermillion colored eyes blown wide in panic

sevika stares back at her boss in bewilderment, still processing the ephemeral event that took place, before leaning down and grasping the crystal in her fingers

silco snatches the gem from her grasp with a scoff like a child whose favorite toy had been stolen, stomping away in humiliation after he had so foolishly revealed his weakness in a matter of seconds

days have passed since the return of the gemstone and silco had just about run to the ends of the earth in search of you

he holds the crystal tight in his grasp, tracing his fingers among the gem and marveling at the memory of you

he had become increasingly possessive of said gemstone, even going as far as to shout at poor jinx when her sticky paws took it into her possession for no less than an hour

it is the only fragment of you he has left, after all

piles of budgeting expenses and shimmer reports have been left discarded on silco's desk, he now spends his days searching through zaun and scanning every citizen document within the city

he has even sacrificed his own power to search piltover top-to-bottom in hopes of finding your illuminating face, but at last, his last sliver of hope in life had vanished off the face of the earth

and after hiding out in the shadows for so long, a mere picture of you in a local market taken by one of the numerous private investigators silco hired sent you directly into the arms of danger, once again

you’re now in a mess of blood and grime after your pathetic attempts to defend yourself against sevika, using whatever disgusting matter you could find within the dank streets to strike against the woman

she holds a gas mask firm to your wounded face as you meekly struggle against her strong force, all before your body weakens into an induced slumber

now, within the grasp of sevika, you feel the ricochet between life and death come to a tranquil halt

“hello again, pretty one” you feel a finger curl beneath your chin, thumb prodding at your bottom lip as your conscious thoughts hit you like a train

you immediately recoil from the touch of your captor while he shushes you like you would a child, nestling you further into the lavish comforter of his bed

his hands trace over the marks and bruises that he has since tended to that were left by sevika, who would soon meet her demise after laying hands on you in such a heinous way

with frantic breaths, you follow in fear as silco rests his forehead against yours, practically giddy at the phenomenon of being so close to you

you shut your eyes and await your supposed death until you catch sight of the familiar shades of violet and azure in your peripheral

“still looking for this?” he says, rolling the hextech gemstone in his fingers, “how about a deal, hmm? i’ll let you keep this crystal as your own, all in return for a simple kiss” his eyes are blown wide in desire as they peer into yours

your face scrunches in disgust at the mere idea, wincing away from his firm hold

god, even a blind man could notice the way his face drops in despair as if your rejection was his worst possible fate

“that’s quite all right,” he emphasized in a desperate attempt to keep his composure, “i’m well aware if i kissed you, i wouldn’t be able to stop myself”

he parts ways from your forehead and restored to cradling your jaw to halt his uncontrollable cravings

meanwhile, your mind is reeling with dread and uncertainties about your current fate

this is all just some act, right? there is no possible way this is the most feared man of zaun, right? i won’t be held captive with some lovesick maniac for the rest of my life… right?

“after all, we have all the time in the world to worry about those inevitable matters... don’t we, dove?”

your heart hammers within your chest, god if only sevika had just killed me then.

[jynxd]

@shimmerbeasts (because I done goofed the ask) Defense meme

It was unusual for anyone to be ballsy enough to go after Silco directly, especially in the undercity. Not without a smart attempt. Because for the most part, he always had someone around to play body guard. Until this moment, he'd sent Sevika out, leaving him by himself in his office.

Silco was reading through important documents, leaning over the table when he heard the click of a gun. Mismatched eyes glanced coldly and cruelly up at the source. It wasn't one of his guys. He knew all of his guys. No, this one must have been on of finns men, or maybe one of Renni's.

"Barging through the last drop, with a loaded gun, and marched up right to my office did you?" Silco sighed and set his papers aside. He needed to act fast, couldn't depend on anyone else now that he was alone. Silently he thought over what steps to take, how to get close without avoiding the shot. "I really must up my security, it seems." 'They let me through, they knew I was coming to kill you.' They said, but Silco couldn't help but notice his hands were shaking. He was nervous, scared to fuck up. But he already had. "Did they now, well they lead you to your death." Silco heard the click of the gun, leaned back in seat comfortably in response. Because he realized that it wasn't their gun he heard, it was Jinx's. Just as she shot, though, so did they, resulting with a bullet in his shoulder as he hissed in pain.

"Thank you, Jinx." There was a looked of relief as he he could see Jinx where the other had been. "You're timing was..." another grunt. "Perfect."

[zaunrising]

There’s a special air around an angry mage, like the ozone proceeding a thunderstorm, and it was at a sharp contrast to the friendly, though not warm, smile still on her face.

“I would be happy to acquiesce to her wishes, but as I have told her already her factories will not receive a milliliter of our water until the people she “employed” from my territory are returned to their families.” Her tone was sharp, but not disrespectful. One might best compare it to the unhappy cadence of a child that had gotten an adult called on them.

“I have even agreed to send back her thugs,” once they could walk. “as a show of goodwill, so if you are here to rush along the negotiations could you start at the other side of the table?”

(For Silco? Just got the thought of a chem baron running to him when the new foreign chem baron plays hardball)

There was no smile on Silco’s face. If there was any expression, it was a somber, quiet one. An adult tired of the complaints of children, and yet one who was called upon once again to step between those who as far as he was concerned should know better. All the same, in his dark ruined eye there was a strange gleam. That fiery orb seeming a touch brighter than normal, or perhaps it only seemed that way due to his blue eye seeming colder. Another difference was Sevika’s presence, the strong woman who was Silco’s right hand standing behind him and to one side. Close enough to step up, and in if need be, but with no sign of intending to do so unprovoked. In this moment Sevika was not a threat, and seemed as composed as ever with her shimmer fueled arm at a standby. She was, however, a warning. For as friendly as Silco had been to the new foreign chem-baron, that could change if need be.

“Are you finished?” Before The Table, before he had nearly died, before things had changed, Silco would have been more measured in his response. Now, however, he found his patience lowered. It was a dangerous thing, patience sliding away reminiscent of when he’d been a young man, but with the self-control and consideration of an older man with years of experience. There had been Silco, who worked with Vander and had crawled out of the mines. Silco, betrayed, and who had found power in the shadows that allowed him to pull Zaun upwards into something new. Zaun, the Enterprise, on the way to the Free Nation of Zaun. Now, however, there was a different Silco. Exactly who he was, and what he was capable of, was something many had yet to see. One thing however was for sure. He was still one of the primary powers in Zaun with Sevika still standing by his side.

“If I was here to “rush along negotiations”, on her behalf, it would not be only myself and Sevika standing here.” Voice quiet, and controlled, this was clearly not the sociable Silco that had visited Elise more than once. This was the Eye of Zaun who be it through information, shimmer, strength, or any number of things ran far more than most thought he did. “No, I am here to ask a very simple question, Elise.”

This new chem-baron had a weakness, but it was one Silco could respect. She cared for her people, or at least cared enough about what they could do for her, that it might as well be the same thing. Certainly, she cared more than most other chem-barons, and that created a kind of loyalty. Loyalty, which by its very nature, would go both ways. A weakness of a sort because it’d guarantee certain behaviors, but it was also a strength as it’d make it harder to turn her people against her. Sad, really, that Elise was what Silco had originally hoped the chem-barons would be, and she wasn’t even a Zaunite. Still, she also wasn’t a Piltie, and if a yordle could be a chem-baron… well why not?

“How far are you willing to go, to get your people back?"

[zaunrising]

Perhaps he should have thanked Sevika for not bringing around smokes, and also not smelling of smoke. However, thanking anyone, even her, never came easily to Silco. All the same, a mental note was made, one more tally mark onto a sheet reminding him of Sevika’s value both professionally and personally. That sheet was covered with tally marks in truth. After all, if he didn’t regard her highly in both areas, Silco would have buttoned his shirt back up or otherwise covered himself a bit, so he didn’t show just how vulnerable he currently was.

“Fucking Vi.” A name hissed with a note of rage, and hatred. Most day’s he at least tried to keep his emotions in check, but this far from most days. “Good. That’s good.” One long slow breath, and glancing at Sevika his eyes rested on her for a second. “All of that… it’d be ruined without you keeping it going.” Voice quiet, it wasn’t something Silco enjoyed admitting, but it was the truth as well as the closest he’d get to saying thanks lacking alcohol. Without someone to keep things going, the best case scenario was someone else stealing it. Worse case? All of it getting burned to the ground out of spite.

Looking away, Silco’s head moved to rest against the wall as he stared at nothing, lost in thought for a brief moment he took a breath as though having made a decision. “Sit. We should talk. About Jayce, and Jinx.” Eyes flickering towards Sevika there was a shake of his head. “First, Jayce Talis made me an offer, but I doubt it’s still on the table and even if it was, I wouldn’t be able to take it. Second, the state I’m in isn’t Jinx’s fault.” May as well rip the bandage all off in one go. Jinx had pulled the trigger, of course, and had also been the one to assemble the players at the table.

Any normal person would have laid at least half the blame at her feet.

Silco however would forgive Jinx near anything.

@zaunrising continued from: [x]

She knew why cigars and smokes were out of sight for Silco and in understanding, Sevika had also forgone smoking for the time being. It was only fair in a sense to do so to not tempt either of them while her boss recovered from his injuries properly. With that, she had grown a bit more tense with some people but never toward Jinx or Silco. If anything, it had caused her to get into the habit of reading a bit more than she had been. There were reports to go over which she did and kept on top of for the business as well. At his question, Sevika removed a folder from under her automated arm. More paperwork she had to glance through for proper figures. There were many parts to running an empire of sorts and it was indeed shifting to that even with Silco down on the mend.

"The Last Drop is doing well. I had to go through some repairs after the last bout with Vi there. It's bringing in good funds and keeping morale high. The factories are still intact and running efficiently. I have kept them well protected during your recovery."