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They're not gay guys they just forehead touch like wife and husband Senna and Lucian

[gingernut1314]

The Water's Embrace ch. 7

Summary: You and Silco talk about recent events happening within your friend group before one simple act has everything exploding in your faces.

Content: female reader, gendered terms, pre-season 1 arcane, young Vander, young Silco, young Sevika, young reader, young Felicia, young Connol, Nadia & Nikolai are Viktor's parents, silco POV, fear of rejection/ruining friendship, rejection, reader has water manipulation, smoking, slight Arcane season 2/League of Legends spoiler (Janna, Felicia & Connol)

Word Count: 5.9K

Tag List: @miffysoo , @teriyakiitae

A/N: So.....that series finale.....how we feeling about it? I'm feeling unwell SOB. Anywayy here is the next chapter and I hope you all enjoy!!

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Three years later

“Felicia’s pregnant!” You gaped at Silco from where he sat on the edge of the small pool of water you swam in. It was a pool located in the cave you once called home, though nothing but a rotting, makeshift bed remained of that past. Even Janna had left this place.

You had noticed she hadn’t been around much for a year. A long time for her to be away at sea…if she was even out at sea at all. 

To say her disappearance didn’t worry you would be a lie. She may be an emotionless wind spirit but she was still the thing that had raised you. You still found love for her in your heart. 

You ducked under the surface of the inky black waters, swimming forward till you popped up at the edge of the pool. Silco unbent his legs from his chest only to criss cross them, making it easier to lean closer to you and your utter shock. 

“Shocking, right?” Silco's seafoam eyes tracked you as you placed your arms on the stone floor beside him. 

“Shocking is quite the understatement.” You let your feet kick aimlessly through the waters, enjoying the feel against your skin. It’d been too long since you’d been swimming like this. “She--with who? Connol?” Silco nodded. 

“It would seem.”

“Damn… damn .” Silco nodded in agreement. “What--I mean--I’m happy for her.” Silco raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Are you?” He teased. 

“ Yes .” You huffed back. “I’m just���worried.” Silco again nodded.

“Yes…as am I.” You scooted closer to him then. “She made us promise to make Zaun a reality for her child.” 

“And it will become reality.” You confirmed only for Silco to sigh deeply. 

“It’s been years .” He murmured. “We’ve continued to let Piltover stomp all over us. We are no closer to freedom let alone Zuan.” 

“You’re giving up?” Silco leveled you with a fierce look. 

“Hardly. I’m just tired of waiting and waiting for the “right moment”.” You hesitated before placing your hand on his knee, rubbing your thumb over the fabric. Silco’s eyes tracked the touch before they found yours again.

“I know we’ve all been patient for a long while, but I think we need to be patient a bit longer. Especially now that Felicia is expecting.” Your mind went down a dark train of thought. Of the reality that pregnancies down here so rarely made it to full term. To the reality that, even if her child was born safe and sound, it could kill her. To the reality of just how little food there truly was to go around and how babies were such fragile things that had a tendency to die before they reached the age of one. “We don’t want to stress her more than I’m sure she is now.” 

Silco nodded, eyes darkening in those very same thoughts you had just had. He placed his hand over yours, turning it so that it would rest in his palm. 

“Do you--” Silco began but seemed to think better of it. You gave his hand a squeeze, pulling yourself further on land to peer more closely into his eyes. 

“Do I…? Come on, don’t hold back on me now.” Silco looked over your face slowly. A slowness he had been doing a lot more recently. Not that you minded. You quite liked his attention but it still didn’t help you in your mission to keep your feelings for him smothered. 

“Do you wish for children?” You blinked up at him. And blinked again. And again.

“Me? Have…a kid?” Silco shrugged. 

“Just curious. We’ve never talked about such things before.” A pinkish hue began to spread over his cheeks. A pinkish color you had missed seeing on him. 

“Well, I’ve never really thought about it before. I…really didn’t think I’d make it this far in my life.” Silco smoothed his thumb over the back of your hand in a comforting manner that had you fluttering your feet in the water a bit more. “And not to mention I would be a horrid mother.” Silco scoffed. 

“Hardly. You are great with kids.” 

“What kids have you seen me interact with?” 

“Those kids you helped get away from those enforcers.” You thought back to that day which had happened a year ago. All because a few of them had stolen something for some Topside douchebag. It seemed to give those enforcers some grand idea to not only ruin a perfectly nice day, but to invade the stream and connecting lake kids went to swim around in and use unnecessary force to find the little thieves. 

You had been working when it started. Had only showed up because you had been… called there by some tug you still didn’t know what it was. Some tug that felt too much like magic. You’d gotten there just in time to find enforcers trying to drown some of them, others getting dragged away and beaten up, and others trembling in fear looking like they were praying to some god that you knew wouldn’t show up to help them.

You just assumed it had something to do with your magic and their connection to the waters the enforcers were using to try to harm the children with, so you stepped in and ended it.

Of course, you didn’t tell any of your friends that.

Not even Silco, who knew of your magic and who you practically told everything to. 

You just told them you had left work early because you were feeling unwell and stumbled upon the scene by accident. 

You tried to call out to Janna afterward to see if she knew what that--that calling had been but she had never shown and was nowhere to be found. It was then you first figured out she was missing. Had been missing for a while before.

“They don’t count.” You quickly said.

“Why?”

“Because I hardly even spoke to them,” A lie. They had tried to talk your ear off afterward about your magic, but Silco didn’t need to know that. “And because I said so.” Silco huffed.

“Fine. It doesn’t matter because I’ve seen you interact with Viktor and you do so very well.” You chuckled, a smile blooming at the thought of that kid. 

“Viktor is a sweet thing. Only reason I’m good with him. Most kids are like you and I were. Bad-mouthed little ankle biters.” A smile pulled at Silco’s lips. 

“I suppose you're right.” You both huffed and chuckled at the thought of your younger years. 

“What about you?” You asked as your amusement died out. “Do you want a kid?” Silco fell quiet for a long while. You saw a thousand and one thoughts rush behind his seafoam eyes. 

“You have.” You beamed, pulling your hand from his only so you could plant it on the ground, pulling yourself further upward, now at eye level with the very much blushing Silco. “Oh tell me about it, pretty please.” Silco almost seemed to lean away from your eagerness, eyes scanning and scanning over your face as if he couldn’t get enough of it. 

“There’s--nothing to tell.” You rolled your eyes on a groan. 

“I told you what my opinion on the matter was.” 

“Your opinion was hardly a true answer.” You huffed. 

“Fine. No. I don’t think I will have kids. There. Now tell me what you’ve thought of.” A heaviness filled his eyes. A heaviness you’d also been seeing him show more and more often. Always when watching you. Always when you said something to him. You thought maybe you had upset him somehow but he was always quick to speak and shove the look away. 

“I’ve just thought about it since Felicia’s going to have her own.”

“And…?” You egged him on. 

“And I don’t think it could ever become a reality.” You watched him closely. Watched that heaviness flicker through his eyes again.

What was he thinking about? What was he feeling to make his eyes look like that?

“But you would want one? In an ideal world. In Zaun?” Silco watched you just as closely back.  

“I…suppose.” You grinned up at him, legs kicking upward and making the water splash about. 

“I think you would be a good father.” Silco rolled his eyes. 

“Are you just saying that because I said it about you?” You shook your head. 

“Nope. You also are good with Viktor.” Silco gave a small huff in amusement. 

“Well, Viktor is the ideal child. Very sweet. Doesn’t steal flasks from random strangers off the street and explode them before their very eyes.” Your grin only grew wider as he spoke of your very first meeting. 

“Well, I also don’t think he would beat other children up and then refuse help for his boo-boos.” Silco narrowed his eyes, leaning ever closer to you. 

“I didn’t get any boo-boos and I won those fights fair and square.” 

“And I did go through all that trouble to replace your flask with a much nicer one.” You responded, bringing a finger up to tap at the flask which sat in a pocket on the inside lining of his jacket. 

“It is very nice.” You smirked. 

“You’re very welcome.” Silco gave another small laugh, lips relaxing into an easy smile. His seafoam eyes started up their scanning of your face all over again. A scan that made your heart beat painfully against the cage you had trapped it in to ward it against whatever deeper feelings you had for him. 

Your breath lodged itself in your throat when he brought his hand up to brush away a droplet of water from your cheek. And then to do it again closer to your lips. 

You--you didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know whether to pull even closer so that your noses might brush or jump back into the inky waters to disappear from view. 

But what you did know is you liked the touch. You wanted it to keep going on and on despite your struggle to fight back your feelings. 

Silco said your name softly in question and you thought shit was this--was he going to lean in closer?

“Are you…are you human?” The question took you off guard. Made quickly reel back all those feelings you had stupidly let slip from your iron hold of them. 

“What kind of a question is that?” You huffed, letting your body dip back into the waters, your hands the only thing still holding you to the surface. “Of course I am.” But Silco continued to watch you too carefully. “Why did you even ask me that?”

“Because…you feel different somehow.” Silco shrugged like you weren’t talking about the one topic you avoided speaking of like the plague.

“Are you trying to piss me off?” Silco sighed your name.

“I’m serious. Magic is rare.” 

“You know I don’t like talking about it.” You fully let go of the pool edge then, making to disappear like you had first thought until Silco’s hand shot downward, grabbing hold of your wrist. The action nearly had your heart stopping in your chest.

“You once told me you trusted me enough to tell me those things. That you wanted me to know.” That pink cross over his cheeks once more, burning brighter than before. “It's…just me.” 

Even when you wished to forget about your feelings for him, even when you wished to not talk of your magic, you knew you couldn’t deny him. 

Not ever. 

It was a flaw. Something that should have been corrected a long time ago but was left to fester and grow within you like a fungus. 

“I…know I was born. Only humans are born, right?”

“Magic is mysterious.” You huffed. 

“You don’t need to tell me that.” You thought of Janna. Of all the things she had told you in your youth. 

You thought of that calling . Of how those kids had been praying for help before you had arrived. 

“Maybe…maybe I am but I’m…not?” Silco blinked at you, looking just as confused as you felt. “You remember I told you how my guardian found me, yes?” Silco nodded. 

“When you were small. In the water.” You nodded back at him.

“She’s…well she’s not human.” Silco's eyes sparked at this. 

“Truly?” 

“Annoyingly so. Her “human” body isn’t even human. It’s more elven and even then you can tell she’s other.” Silco gently pulled you back towards the edge of the pool as you spoke and you let him without any fuss. “She spends most of her time as The Winds. She’s old. Came here when The Gray first came to be.” 

“Winds… your guardian is--she’s real?” Of course, he knew of Janna. Most miners did. She uses most of her energy trying to keep them safe from the choking smog that seeped through the tunnels they were forced to work in; it was only natural for them to appreciate her, even when some didn’t believe.

“Yes, but she’s a lot more irritating than you all give her credit for.” Silco chuckled then. 

“She took you in because of your magic?” You nodded. 

“She says our magic was what led her to me. I don’t know much else besides that.” You answered, worrying your lip between your teeth. “You said I feel different? Like in a bad way?” 

“What? No. Like--other. Like…you’ve always given me the feel of the sea, even when I’ve never been sailing out on it. Like if I were to close my eyes right now, you might melt into the very waters you are in.” He paused for a moment, eyes flickering over your features once more. Something like…worry? Nervousness growing at what he was about to say. “When you hold me, I feel as if I am in the water's embrace.” 

“And…is that a bad feeling? Feeling like water has hold of you--like it might drag you under?” You asked, voice coming out low as if scared of the answer. 

“No. Never.” He spoke quickly. “I find…peace.” Your heart beat just a bit faster then.

“You don’t let me hug you often. How can I believe you?” You asked, partially teasing so that you could try to regain some semblance of control over yourself. You thought, almost hoped , he would tease you back, but what you hadn’t expected was him to stand and begin pulling his jacket off. “W-what are you doing?” Your eyes flew wide as he kicked his shoes off, leaving him in his patched-up socks. 

Your eyes only grew wider when he pulled his shirt off. The first grayish-white layer came off, followed quickly by his bright red shirt, giving you a full view of that thin, yet undoubtedly strong body he typically kept hidden beneath it all. 

You weren’t completely unfamiliar with seeing him shirtless. You had once lived at The Last Drop and the boys had a tendency to sleep in nothing but their boxers. 

But it didn’t matter because you hadn’t seen him in such a way in years . And you couldn’t help yourself as you looked over every inch of exposed skin. Drank in every scar, bruise, and lean plain he was made up of. Drank in that blush that grew richer and spread down the sides of his neck.

Couldn’t help but feel yourself grow restless at the sight of him.  

“Silco, what are--what are you doing? ” You repeated, not knowing what else to say in that moment. 

“I can’t swim.” And before you could ask another question or shout at him to stop, he was cannonballing into your pool. You panicked at his warning, diving instantly after him. 

It didn’t take you long to find him, your magic helping you feel for him in the darkness. You quickly grabbed and yanked him back to the surface, where he gave a gasp for air. 

“What the fuck!” You hissed, struggling a bit to keep both of you above the surface. To ease the struggle you commanded the waters to flow beneath him to keep him up. But he didn’t seem at all bothered by this, because the sound of his laughter filled your ears. 

Laugher that had your annoyance dissipating nearly all at once.

“Since when can you not swim?” You shouted as you began to swim him across the small pool till your feet found the sandy bottom in the shallows. You watched him move a bit of his long hair that had fallen out of his bun behind his ear as he found his footing. 

A loose bit of hair your fingers itched in their want to move for him.

“Since forever.” He spoke between his dying laughter. 

“Well get ready 'cause I’m going to teach you. Ridiculous.” You huffed with a playful shake of your head. You knew he was stubborn and hesitant to ask for anything for himself but this was something you could have taught him a long time ago. 

You had taught Sevika to swim so she wouldn’t be so nervous to sail on your Boss’ ship. Taught Vander and even helped teach Viktor, despite his leg. 

Swimming was essential. It could make the difference between life and death. Especially since your friend group was always messing around on the docks. 

You went to pull your arm away from where you had it wrapped around his waist, but Silco grabbed your forearm, stopping you. Your skin began to burn so hot you thought it might evaporate the water clinging to it. 

“If you insist.” His voice came out softer than you would have thought it would. 

Why was--you were again confused. 

Confused about him jumping into your pool and about why he was trying to be so…so close to you all of a sudden. 

“Yeah. I do.” You playfully snapped back. Silco’s lips pulled into an easy smile, his fingers drawing lazy circles over your skin that was making your brain buzz loudly . Making you feel all fidgety on the inside. 

Making you suddenly remember he was shirtless. That you were practically shirtless except for the ratty sports bra you typically wore to swim. 

“But…why?” Silco’s seafoam eyes glanced towards your lips as you spoke. 

“To show you.” He simply said. Words that only further confused you. 

“I--show me what?” Silco chuckled, bringing his other hand up to brush more water off your cheek. To hold it. To make your mind switch off and leave you only able to think about him touching your face and arm. At how close he was. 

“To show you that I don’t think anything about you is a bad thing.” Your lips parted on the slightest shuddering inhale. “That I would willingly slip away in your waters because I would be surrounded by you. Because it's you.” 

“Silco--I--” You didn’t know what to say. What to do . Could hardly even think past the pounding in your ears. Not when he was coming closer . 

How was he getting that close? 

Why ? 

“I don’t--I don’t know what to say to that.” You managed to breathe out, eyes flickering from his thin lips to his seafoam eyes which were full of that--that heavy look again. 

A look that, now that you were so close, made you think it was longing . 

Longing for--for you?

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t wish.” You swallowed the growing dryness in your mouth back, only for your lips to all but gasp back open when you felt the tip of his nose brush against yours. 

“What…what are you doing?” You whispered, fingertips digging lightly into the skin of his side as if to ground yourself. To make sure that this was real. That this wasn’t some messed up dream. 

“Showing you.” He whispered right back, breath ghosting over your lips. 

He inched closer ever slowly. So slow as if to give you a moment to say something more. To push him away. To stop him. 

Lips brush against your lips, sending a shock through your spine. A tingling warmth that stuck to your lips and pressed closer till he was kissing you. 

This…this was happening. 

It was finally happening after years of pining after him. After dreaming of this very moment.

It was-- intoxicating . 

Driving you to seek more to sate that drug-like addiction his lips were poured into you. A rough yet gentle hand moved over your skin to find rest on your back. A hand that guided you ever closer . 

And yet--yet even though you finally had it, your brain began shouting at you. 

Why?

Why now? 

Why when he had never once tried before? 

Why on some random Wednesday? 

Why when just last Wednesday you had seen him with another girl? A girl Benzo had laughingly congratulated him on finally winning over. 

Why when he had been pining after someone else?

Why, why, why?

You shoved abruptly away, water sloshing at your legs as if to try and soothe your hurt. 

“Are--” Silco started, breath heavy on his lips from the recent lack of it. “Are you alright?” He sounded almost--nervous. Anxious as you continued to place distance between you and him. 

Game . 

He likes to play the game. You’ve seen it multiple times before. 

He’s bored. He got bored and wanted a challenge. Or maybe he thought he could win the game against you easily? 

You didn’t want to play. Not when you truly had feelings for him. Not when playing would only get your feelings hurt.

Your eyes burned as you started out of the water, grabbing for your bag which held your overlayers. 

“I should get back.” You somehow managed to get out past your tightening throat.

“Back? Get back where?” The sound of the water moving alerted you to Silco’s exiting the pool. You quickly tugged the dress you had packed on over your soaked skin and clothes. 

“I--uh--Sevika. She’s waiting for me.” You pressed your fingers into your right eyelid, trying to rub away that burning. 

“Sevika--wait a moment.” But you didn’t wait. You slung your tote over your shoulder and started for the cave mouth. “Wait--” Silco grabbed your wrist in his hand, fingers feeling even colder thanks to the chill air and their dampness from the water. “I--are you not going to look at me?” You ran your free hand over your mouth to keep him from hearing your elevated and shaky breath. “I didn’t mean--I’m sorry if I overstepped. I just--well I thought…” His voice died out then, leaving his words hanging in the air. 

“It’s okay.” You schooled your face as best you could into that of its normal easy-going features before you turned to face him. His face was in that same calm it usually sat but his eyes--his eyes were raging like a stormy sea. So many emotions flashing through those eyes you could hardly even pick up on one of them. 

“No. No, it’s not. I--I overstepped. I can see I’ve upset you.” You shook your head, all but yanking a smile to your lips. 

“It’s okay. Really. I just--I have to get going.” Silco watched you for a moment longer. A moment when that heaviness returned to wrestle with the rest of those emotions in his eyes. 

“I--why do I feel like you are?” He asked softly. And just as softly you pulled your wrist from his hand. A hand whose fingers dragged along your own as if to weakly try to keep you there. 

“I’m fine.” You held your hand to your chest as if his touch had burned you. As if to keep your heart shielded. “I’ll…I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Silco watched you as you began to back away again. 

“Okay.” You gave him one last, all too forced smile before rushing from the cave. A rush that grew into a run as your eyes blurred and your mind screamed at you for letting him get so close. Screamed at you for being such a coward.

Silco stood in that dank cave for a while. Just staring at the exit which you had rushed out of. Just thinking and thinking and thinking about what had gone wrong? About why the hell he had tried to kiss you in the first place when you didn’t want to. 

He thought you wanted to. He thought he finally saw that you might want to…with him . 

He was wrong. 

Very much wrong and now he had upset you. 

Very much so. 

Silco pulled his clothes back on and made his way out of your childhood home. 

Why had he done that?

It was so stupid. So, so stu--

Gods but he had wanted to. Had wanted to ever since you had saved him from that gang on the docks when you were teens. Had wanted to ever since you had told him you wouldn’t tell Vander of his failure and meant it. 

He’d chased many girls before. Had caught many of them too, but you-- you …he didn’t want to chase them like he wanted to chase you. You who he would risk drowning in the sea if it meant he could be by your side. 

But…you didn’t want that. Obviously, you didn’t want that. He was just trying to figure out why he had been so stupid in his thinking you might want to chase him back.

The Last Drop was rather packed for a Wednesday night. Though, he guessed it made sense, wanting to have a little fun and drink your sorrows away when cave-ins had started to become more frequent. When enforcers were marching through the streets looking for blood anywhere they could get it. 

Silco glanced towards the table he and his friends usually occupied and instantly regarded doing so. Regretted it because Sevika sat there, blunt between her lips as she smirked triumphantly at an easy win against Connol and Felicia. 

You were nowhere in sight. He scanned over the entirety of the bar to make sure of it. 

“Did she come find you?” Silco couldn’t have stopped his feet and mouth from moving even if he had wanted to. Sevika hardly glanced up at him as Connol began to deal out more cards for a new game. 

“Who?” A frustrated hiss shot from Silco’s grit teeth at Sevika’s words, hand all but slamming down on the table before her. Sevika blinked slowly at this. Blink slowly, leaning back in her seat to look at him near bored.

“Who else would I be looking for?” Sevika pulled her blunt from her lips, blowing a line of smoke into his face he only narrowed his gaze at. 

“I don’t know, Silco. You go lookin’ around for lots of girls.” Silco gruffed, pulling away from the table. 

You hadn’t come to find her. You would be by her side trying and failing to win the game if you had. 

He couldn’t help the small hurt that flashed through his chest at the lie you had given him. At your…your rejection of him. 

His eyes snagged on Felicia then, who was giving Silco an almost knowing smile. Caught on her pink painted fingernails running through Connol’s short cropped hair. 

A small touch. One Silco ached to feel from you. 

“You okay?” Felicia asked, pulling Silco from his hurt-filled thoughts. 

“I’m fine.” Felicia hummed, looking like she didn’t believe him at all.

“You two got into a fight huh?” Silco narrowed his eyes down at his friend. 

“Hardly.” She gave another hum, keeping that amused disbelief plastered on her face.

“Really? She is the only one who gets you all fussy like this.” Normally, Silco would laugh and play along but--but not now. Not tonight. 

“Keep your nose out of it. It’s none of your concern.” Silco snapped too harshly. A harshness Felicia only shrugged at but one that pulled Connol’s rust-colored eyes to look up at him. 

“No need to take it out on Felicia, yeah?” He spoke calmly. A calm that carried a very loud warning to back off within it.

“You heard the guy. Nothing to take out. She’s not bothering him. He’s unbothered.” Sevika chimed in, only making Silco’s mood worse. Felicia rolled her eyes, patting Connol’s shoulder as she started to stand. 

“Let’s talk, Silco.” Felicia nodded towards the bar.

“There is nothing to talk about.” He tried to keep the bite from his voice, but it slashed through his words regardless. “There was no fight. There was nothing. Nothing--” 

You came through the doors then, dripping water everywhere. More water than you had left the cave with.

He knew instantly you must have run to the docks and dove into the waters there. 

“Here we go,” Sevika muttered, only adding fuel to the fire burning in Silco’s belly. 

You caught sight of him and almost paled . Like you thought he wouldn’t be here. Of course, he would be here. He lived here. 

“Go for a swim?” Silco couldn’t stop the words from spilling from his lips as you came closer. 

“Uh--yeah.” You spoke as you came to a stop before him and the table. 

“You said you needed to go find Sevika.” You glanced Sevika’s way like she might give you an answer. An answer Silco knew she wouldn’t provide just by the sound of her shuffling cards. 

“I can’t go swim?” 

“You had just come from a swim.” He could see your frustration beginning to boil in your eyes. Could see he was toeing a very dangerous line and he knew he shouldn’t be this--this hurt. Knew he was only lashing out to lash out but he just couldn’t stop himself. 

Why couldn’t he stop? 

Why couldn’t he just walk away ?

“What does it matter to you?” You quickly questioned back. 

“It matters because you lied .” He responded just as fast. You rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m not in the mood for this.” You huffed, but Silco wasn’t done. 

“If you lied about such a simple thing as going to see a friend, then how do I know you aren’t lying about other things?” Stop . He needed to stop but his hurt was too strong. Was awakening his anger which he had been trying to keep under control ever since he was a kid.

“What--” You have a huff in your own anger. “If I lied then you lied.” 

“There was no lie.” You watched him for a long moment. A moment that had your own hurt flash through your eyes. A hurt he had seen flashing through them when you had left earlier. 

“I am not in the mood for your game, Silco. Never have been.” You all but hissed at him. Game? What game? He didn’t know what you were talking about. “But there are plenty here that might want to give it a go.” Silco pulled closer so that he could lean down to catch your eyes fully. 

He thought of your lips. Of how soft they had felt against his. How they held a bit of salt from the waters you both had just swam through. How you had kissed him back .

Why had you kissed him back? Why did you run away?

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You bore your dagger-sharp anger right back into his eyes. 

“It means go find someone to fuck and leave me be.” Silco felt those daggers skewer right through him at your words. 

“Maybe I will.” Again that hurt flashed through your eyes. Hurt you quickly masked with anger. 

“Go do it then.” You shot back. 

“Fine.” Silco shrugged. 

“Fine.” You mimicked. Neither of you moved. Not until Vander’s voice filled the space between you.

“What’s goin’ on you two?” You were the first to look away. He watched your eyes shift when they fell onto Vander. Soften.

Oh , it made his blood boil. Made his fists clenched so tight his fingernails dug into his palms.

“I was just leaving.” You pulled a half smile to your lips that had Vander sighing.

“You just got here, sweethea--”

“Don’t call her that.” Silco snapped before he could even think. Vander turned his cool, gray eyes onto him then, a frown pulling deeply at his lips.

A finger was shoved into Silco’s chest, a small pain blooming there. It was you and you looked very much over his poor behavior. 

“He can call me whatever the fuck he wants to call me.” You bit, pressing your finger harder into him. “You don’t get any say in that.” 

“Oh yes, I--”

“ Enough ,” Vander commanded, cutting Silco off from saying anything further. “What the hell’s got you two like this now?” 

“Nothing!” You and Silco both hissed. You both turned to find the other's eye again. 

Hurt . That’s all he saw in your eyes. 

Gods Silco was an ass. Gods Silco had messed up. 

“Nothing happened.” You spoke in a too- quiet voice. Said it like you were speaking directly to Silco. Your finger fell away from his chest then. He wanted to grab your wrist to keep it there, but his body couldn’t seem to move. “I just came to say hi. I’m…busy.” Vander sighed through his nose at your words, but nodded. 

“Alright, sweetheart.” The nickname had always grated at Silco’s nerves, but it shredded at them tonight. 

Silco watched you walk back through the bar. Watched you slam open the doors and let them slam shut behind you. 

He almost ran after you. He should have run after you but…he was still too angry. Too hurt. Too stubborn .

Felicia gave Connol another loving pat on the shoulder before rushing after you herself, not sparing him a single glance as she left. Sevika grumbled at this, throwing the cards back into the table. 

“What happened?” Vander asked again, voice more stern then it had been with you around. Silco waved him off. 

“You heard her. Nothing.” He made to walk past Vander to head to his room, but his brother grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop. 

“You two butt heads a lot. Enough I can see this was different.” Silco yanked his arm from Vander’s hold on a scoff.

“Leave out of it.” 

“You made a move on her?” Silco leveled Vander with a look that had made many before turn tails and beat it. But not him. Not his brother. 

The worst part was that Vander had always hit the nail on the head when it came to Silco’s feelings for you. 

“Just talk to her. Tell her what you're feeling . ” Vander had told Silco many many times over the span of time they’d known you. Silco had always brushed his brother off. Always denied his feelings for you. But Vander was no fool. He knew. 

“Nothing happened.” Silco insisted, though his voice having lost a bit of its bite was a sure give away that something did . 

“I hope to the gods you meant it. She’s our family . Not someone you can have your fun with and leave.” He let go of Silco’s arm then. 

He wanted to hiss sharp words at his brother. Wanted to use the man as his own personal punching bag, but Silco’s feet were moving before they even caught up with his brain. 

They brought him up the stairs, down the small hallways, and up onto the roof where he fit a cigarette between his lips and watched as you marched off back through the dark streets. 

His lips itched to call out for you to come and have a smoke with him. To come sit with him and talk about anything . 

But again, he didn’t. Just watched and willed the heavy smoke filling his lungs to ease the onslaught of thoughts and feelings rushing through him.

Nothing.

There has always been nothing.

Though it didn’t hurt any less, knowing he could never have you.

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[ma3mae]

Chapter 1 : Alone

Author's note: A a a this is my first time publishing a fanfic on tumblr and arcane has ruined my life so here we are, lads.

Words: 3347

Masterlist

Your hands were freezing due to the cold outside making it more difficult to properly grasp your key.

                   Clanking was all you heard as you pulled your keys out of the pocket of your pants to unlock your apartment's door. You were coming home from working in a parcel service. It was a pretty okay job for you but working 10h while having had less than 4h of sleep last night did a real number on your body.

"Damn, winter season.", you grumbled as you fumbled with your key. You only liked winter when you would be inside your apartment and watch the snowflakes fall down while snuggling into your comfortable blanket.

Atleast it was the last day before the start of your vacation.

But no, it was cold, wet and your body was screaming for rest. It was telling you that you should hurry towards your bed but you had promised yourself to finally start watching Arcane. It had been one of the only things that you had been planning to do as soon as you would finally have a well deserved vacation for yourself to enjoy.

Quickly unlocking the door and turning on the lights, you hurriedly went in and shut the door behind you. Sighing in relief, you could feel your body literally inhaling the warmth of your cozy tiny apartment.

"Okay, gotta be quick because we really wanna get into a blanket real fast. ", you told yourself as you threw your shoes onto the wooden floor of your entrance. That's where also your jacket and scarf ended up.

Literally speed walking towards your bedroom, you hastily pulled off your work clothes, getting your head stuck in the process of it.

"I swear to fucking god, why the hell would they give me a shirt that's too damn SMALL?!"

As smart as you were, you forgot to open the buttons of your shirt, but here you are. Struggling due to your own impatience.

"LET ME CHANGE MY CLOTHES, OH MY GOD", you yelled as your voice got muffled by your shirt.

Oh lord, how did you manage to survive this long on earth? Well that's what you would ask yourself nearly every day.

Finally your head had managed to get out of the clutches of your shirt and it somehow still had all of it's buttons.

Not that you cared though.

All you wanted was to have some time for yourself and that could only be achieve by two things.

Snacks and Netflix.

Having put on a oversized grey shirt and sweatpants, you took a quick look in the mirror, which was hanging next to your door.

"Ah yes, just how we like it. Don't we?", you asked yourself. Looking back were your slightly greasy and messy hair, dark eyebags and dry skin.

"Perfect look for a movie night", you told yourself as you went out of your room. The perks of having a small apartment was that your kitchen and living room were connected so you were able to turn on your TV while throwing some chips into a bowl, big enough for 4 people.

After having grabbed your favorite energy drink and some cans of Coke, you plopped onto the couch. Grabbing your blanket, you silently squealed out of excitement. It had been so long since you actually had the time and the motivation to watch a new series.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this!! Finally some rest and peace and nothing's better than a night watching a new series", you smiled to yourself while grabbing the remote from your small table infront of your couch.

Turning on your TV, you opened up Netflix.

You were a sucker for any kind of animated series but you had never really played League of Legends.  You heard of the series some months ago from one of your colleagues as they asked if you've ever heard about it since they knew you had an interest in these kinds of things.

But you hadn't and they told you to watch the announcement trailer of it and that's what you did as soon as you got home and boy were you excited.

So there you were, having waited for months and turning on it's first episode.

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"Fuck, yes", you smiled to yourself as you watched the episode start.

Oh boy.

Oh boy were you in for a trip.

You really didn't know what would await you and you clearly got to witness it now.

You were now at Episode 3. Already having to stop yourself from crying because shit went down real quick in these past episodes and you weren't sure how to feel about the upcoming ones or if you would be mentally prepared for what's more to come.

No, you didn't hate the series. In fact you already loved it so much that it hurt you. It made you feel so many things at the same time. excitement, Sadness, Anger and more. But you had the feeling that more trauma would unfold during the series and that's what you were slightly afraid of.

"Okay, okay. Just stay strong, Y/N."

Lightly slapping both of your cheeks with your hands, you take a deep breath as you took the remote into your hand.

"You got this."

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You just HAD TO know how it would go on so with one push of a button, the fourth episode began to play.

And there you were.

Sitting on the couch watching last episode's credits roll on your TV.

Too stunned to speak or even react.

"Wait, what?", you blurted to yourself, doubting if everything you just watched had really happened.

You sit up straight with furrowed brows and squinting eyes. Grabbing the remote next to you and rewinding to watch the episode's last twenty minutes.

"I think the fuck not that just happened. "

But it did.

What made you so stunned, that it nearly irritated you?

Well, you couldn't really believe that that was the end of the first season. No, it wasn't bad at all. It was perfect. Watching everything come together in the end, but also having to witness Jinx's spiral into madness, Vi's and Caitlyn's helpless faces as she launches Fishbone at the Piltover council chamber right as the council approves Jayce's proposal to grant Zaun it's independence.

What a coincidence, right?

You never thought that you would feel so mentally drained after having watched a series.

It made you feel so many emotions at once. You were clearly whipped for most of the characters especially the women.

Especially Vi and Jinx. You couldn't clearly explain it for yourself why it was these two that made you feel so strongly attached to them. That made your heart ache at the same time.

Was it because you wanted to take Vi's bruised hands into your own and tell her that she didn't have to shoulder everything by herself? Or was it Jinx, whom you just wanted to hug and giver her a kiss on her forehead while telling her that she's not alone?

You just wanted to comfort both of them so much that it hurt you but you weren't sure if you would be the right person for that since you also had your own mental baggage to deal with.

But you would atleast try to help.

Turning your head to your right, you took a look at the clock hanging on your wall.

"Fuck, 4am already? Good thing that I've got plenty of time to sleep in", you mumbled as you stretched your body. Peeling your blanket off of your body, you made your way towards the bathroom while turning off your TV and throwing the remote back onto the couch.

"Eyyy nice" you proudly told yourself as the remote didn't fall off of your couch.

Going through your daily routine of getting ready for bed (which basically consists of brushing your teeth and going to the toilet) you went straight to your bedroom. You walked past the small mess you made, not caring to put away your bowls filled with leftover chips and empty cans of energy drinks or coke.

"Wait, my phone.", you remembered as you went back towards to table infront of your couch. Luckily your apartment was small enough so your living room was technically infront of your bedroom.

Turning on your phone's flashlight, you open the door. Letting the light flow into your bedroom, you take a quick glance at your floor.

You clicked your tounge. "Shit, I forgot about these", you grumbled as you saw many of your clothes sprawled across the floor. "Nevermind, I'll do it tomorrow or more like later.", you told yourself as you shut the door behind you and made your way towards your bed while casually stepping over your clothes.

Climbing into your bed, you pull your blankets over your body. Since you had the tendency to get cold quickly, you slept with two and it was also way more comfortable.

"Aaah, so soft", you sighed satisfied while snuggling into your blanket. Lying on your right side, you turned towards your bedside table and plugged in your charger for your phone. Before going to bed, you always had to turn on an alarm clock because you wanted to avoid sleeping until 4pm since it would be already dark around this time.

Putting your phone onto the bedside table, you grab your second pillow, lying above your head and putting it into your arms.

"Finally, some sleep", you mumble drowsily, yawning and blinking away your teary eyes.

You snuggle your face into your pillow as you close your eyes, not needing too long to drift off into your dreams.

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CRASH

Startled, you snap your eyes open as you hear a crashing sound infront of your door.

That could only mean that it came from your living room.

Quickly sitting up, you grab your phone to take a glance at the time.

8am.

You stay still as you hear shuffling and a rough moan eminate from your living room.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Was all you could think as you sat there, multiple thoughts racing inside of your head at the same time.

Every one of them was playing out the worst scenario that could happen.

Did someone break in?! Why the fuck would they?! Oh my god, will I fucking die?? Wait, am I supposed to regret that I did wish for it?! BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO GET BRUTALLY STABBED BY A MURDERER, OHYMGO-

Your train of thought stopped as you heard a voice, making you freeze immediately.

You didn't even dare to move a single finger.

"Ow, what the fuck?!"

Okay, I do NOT know whatever the fuck they just said but that wasn't english at all nor another language that I know of.

You really didn't want to be racist but you were really confused about why someone foreign would think that you would have anything valuable inside of your small ass apartment?

WAIT, THATS NOT THE POINT!! SOMEOME BROKE INTO MY HOUSE A. A A

You reached for your baseball bat underneath your bed while trying not to make a sound.

Why did you have one? Well you were paranoid and you've always wanted one just to say that yoh have one even though you don't play baseball at all.

But you would finally get to use it. Not that you were happy about that.

You were holding back from shitting yourself.

You slowly got up with a tight grip onto your bat, listening to the voice.

"Where the fuck am I?! Shit! I don't have time for this bullshit!"

Again, you didn't understand any of it but you were able to pick out a bit of panic inside of their voice and you were pretty sure they were swearing. Swear words were easy to differentiate from other words, no matter what kind of language it is. Angry tone and a word? You know they're swearing.

Atleast that's what you think.

Having reached your door, you put your hand onto it's handle while also putting your ear onto the door.

Maybe they'll leave by themselves???

You thought wishfully as you tried to listen to their movements. You gotta admit that they were doing a pretty shitty job sneaking into your place since they were being loud as fuck.

"What even is this place??"

Slowly you were really wishing that whatever language they were speaking, would be understandable for you since their voice seemed to belong to a woman and frankly speaking, it sounded quite nice.

Wh h h hhat the fuck, are we thirsting over a potential murderer????

You couldn't believe yourself. You nearly wanted to laugh at yourself for being this unbearable while potentially not having long enough to live.

You surpressed a nervous laugh making your body shake a little.

"I swear to fucking god, whoever di-"

So did the door's handle.

"What was that?"

​​And that's it.

You were offically dead.

OHYMFKD WHAT THR FUCK, WHY DID I DO THA-

Step

Step

Step

You were on damn high alert as you heard them walk around your living room.

Please don't tell me this is happening.

Were they coming towards your room?

Yes.

Were you about to shit yourself?

Yes.

You quickly went behind your door, hoping that maybe God would bless you with monster like strenght, so you could knock the shit out of the intruder.

Or maybe my fucking personal murderer.

You bitterly thought to yourself as you braced yourself phsycially.

And most importantly mentally.

You heard the footsteps coming to a stop infront of your door.

Your breath hitching as you heared the handle of your door shake a little.

Fuck.

DON'T OPEN

Slowly, you saw the handle being pushed down, your door opening very slowly.

PLEASE

You were crying at this point, already wishing for this to be another shitty surrealistic dream of yours.

But this time it wasn't and that door wasn't closing any time soon.

It was doing the damn opposite of it.

As the door opened wider, you were slowly seeing the daylight from outside of your living room seeping into yours and casting the intruder's shadow onto the floor.

But your sight was too blurry to see anything at this point.

Right now, you were just hoping that they would be easy to knock out.

Finally the door had opened fully and you were sure your knuckles were about to pop from how tight your grip was onto that bat of yours.

Thinking that they hadn't noticed you yet, they just stood at the entrance. Probably scanning your room or something.

Not that it mattered.

Right now, you could even hear their slightly shaky breath similar to yours.

"So someone lives here.", you heard them mumble to themself.

Their foreign language making you panick more since you were already so unsure of everything and hearing them talk made you even more terrified this time.

One step and I'll do it.

Taking in a shaky breath, you readied yourself to swing.

And there they were. Taking a step into your room.

"EAT SHIT, YOU FUCKER" you yelled as you swung your bat towards them.

Guess who was on your side?

Definitely not luck because they fucking managed to block it easily with their left arm, somehow TOSSED that bat out of your hands and quickly grabbed you by your collar.

And everything in not even a single damn second.

Everything was happening so damn fast and you couldn't even make anything out since your sight was blurry due to your tears.

Slamming you against the wall of your room and also hitting your head due to the impact, made you quite lightheaded and you were seeing a bit of stars.

They put their arm onto your neck, slightly choking you.

"Thought you could surprise me, huh? Didn't fucking think so.", they hissed at you making you surpress the urge to wail. You didn't have to understand them to know that they weren't gonna take shit from you after that stunt you pulled off.

Shit, you were definitely gonna die.

Squeezing your eyes out of pain and fear, you whimpered.

" I-I'm s-sorry. I'm sorry , just p-please d-don't kill me. J-Just take what you want and leave me alone."

You prayed that they would just maybe let you off.

You were fine with them taking everything you had. Just not your life.

Atleast not like this.

You could feel their hot breath hitting your face. They were too close for your liking but you just wished they would take their damn arm off of your neck since it was getting difficult to breathe by every passing second.

Somehow God had granted you mercy and heard you wish, as you felt their grip on you loosen up and finally letting go of you.

You fell onto your knees as your legs had gotten too shaky to stand on, the adrenaline wearing off.

Grabbing your neck, you began to cough and having grown a newfound appreciation for air.

Your intruder was standing infront of you, not moving any kind of muscle. You weren't sure what to think of that but right now you just wanted to catch your breath.

"Where am I?", you heard their voice being directed towards you.

"What?", you wheezed out, blinking away your tears as you moved your head up to get a look at them.

"The fuck did you just say?", you heard them reply. Whatever they said, you sure as hell didn't understand it but you got a feeling that they were probably confused about the language just like you.

Feeling a weird feeling of deja vu, you quickly wipe your tears away with the back of your hand to get a proper look at your intruder.

You were stunned.

"No fucking way. ", you muttered under your breath.

That was an understatement.

You were beyond shocked.

You sat there, eyes wide and mouth open.

The "intruder" only quirked an eyebrow at you  as they saw your expression.

That's it.

You are finally beginning to hallucinate.

You couldn't believe it.

More like didn't want to believe it.

Here they were standing infront of you in their whole presence.

You could feel your brain just shutting down.

Panic was starting to creep in and you were pretty sure you were starting to hyperventilate judging from their slightly panicked face as they crouched down to your level.

The feeling of getting choked returned, only this time no one was choking you.

It was your damn mental state killing you this time.  Everything that had happened came crashing down onto you and them being here only made it worse.

It broke all kind of sense inside of your mind.

"H-Hey, Hey! Shhh, It's okay. It's okay. ", you could barely register them having grabbed your shoulders from preventing you slamming onto the floor but you were too busy hyperventilating and having an existential crisis.

How was this possible?

How was it possible that Vi was infront of you?

The very person you had watched through the screen.

The very person you had watched going through plenty of trauma and hardship just to survive and protect what's important to her.

You were beyond scared.

Yet here she was, trying to get you to calm down.

But you weren't gonna do that anytime soon.

Infact  you were starting to see your vision going black, her voice becoming nothing but akeen to an echo in the back of your mind.

"Nonono, it's okay! You gotta stay awake, okay?! I'm so sorry but I really need you to be awake right now!"

You could faintly feel her hands on to your face, holding it up to get you to look at her.

Huh, they felt pretty rough but really warm...

But your body couldn't handle all this stress anymore and frankly, you just wanted everything to stop.

And so it did.

Finally you could rest.

The last thing you saw was a blur of pink before everything turned black.

[zairas-realm-gateway]

Uuuuugh!

I told myself I would never again return to the toxic hellhole that is League of Legends after they ruined Thresh's backstory and changed a bunch of other characters I love.

But now it seems like every youtube channel I go on has that frickin' Arcane show. And I all I can think about is my beloved Jayce! God, I miss him and Jhin so much!!!

But, I know I can't watch the snow or I'll just want to play LoL again. Sigh.

It makes me so frustrated and sad for the good old days before Riot ruined a bunch of stuff.

[fulgurantfirstborn]

{{INTERVIEW QUESTION GALORE}}

FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

Tagged by @bladeofloyalty​ Tagging… @cursedandcarried​ (either or both brothers), @heavenlybard​, @royalpainter​, @sinnhelmingr​, @thisknightofcatarina​, @trustednot​, @longfingerrose​, and whomster else wishes to be interviewed

For a Bloodborne AU Gwynfor so that I can get some ideas down! Also put under a Read-More since the post got relatively lengthy.

Questions/answers range from silly and casual to potentially triggering (canon-typical mentions of violence and death) and NSFW (in the sexual sense).

1) What is your name? “Gwynfor R. Morgan.”

2) What is your real name? He scratched his chin and laughed. “That is my real name though… But should you want to know my full name, just know the ‘R’ stands for Ryohei.”

3) Do you know why you’re called that? ”My father wanted to give me a good Welsh name and he has a rather large ego. So of course,” he snorted, “his firstborn son had to be named a derivative of his own name Gwyn.” Straightening up slightly, he then continued, “My mother meanwhile is Japanese and wanted to name me after her father, hence my middle name.”

4) Are you single or taken? “Taken. You might know a certain Blood Saint around these parts, yeah?”

5) What are your powers and abilities? “I am just a human man, no beasthood nor kinhood within me. Hmm… I suppose I can certainly fight with heavy weapons well.” He flexed an arm for emphasis. “And I favor the use of bolt paper and arcane attacks that deal electric damage to my enemies.”

6) What color are your eyes? ”Dark brown.”

7) Have you ever dyed your hair? “Goodness no. And actually, I seemed to have inherited my father’s propensity for premature greying.” He reached up to roll a few strands of hair between his fingers. “So I may look like an old man, but I am still only in my twenties!”

8) Do you have any family members? ”I already mentioned my father. And I have two younger sisters. However, my sisters were not born from my mother, she left the family when I was still young and before my father remarried.”

9) Do you have any pets? “Hard enough to find lodging in Yharnam already! I highly doubt I could find a place that would accept a stranger and his pet. I would have one of those exotic monitor lizards if I could though…”

10) Tell me something you don’t like. “Unnecessarily negative people. Especially those who would seek some twisted pleasure in putting others down with their cynical pessimism.” Sighing, he rested his chin on a hand and furrowed his brows. “Yharnam seems to be about hell right now, indeed, but I refuse to let such an atmosphere ruin my outlook on life.”

11) Do you have any hobbies or activities you do in your spare time? ”I study architecture actually! There are wonderful libraries here with records for many of the city’s historical buildings. I am limited from seeing all of the design works though…”

12) Have you ever hurt anyone before? “Well, yes, plenty. Hunting beasts has never been an easy task.”

13) Have you…ever killed anyone? ”Undoubtedly so.” He merely shrugged his shoulders. “Such is the duty of a hunter. Mind you, I have never killed humans like ourselves, only those who have completely turned into beasts.”

14) What kind of animal are you? “Well, humans are technically an animal, aren’t they?”

15) Name your worst habits. ”Haha, I think I can be rather too boisterous at times. Consequently, my laughter can be rather grating and irritating to those unused to my presence.”

16) Do you look up to anyone? “Perhaps you would think me a madman, but I highly respect Old Hunter Djura. I wish we did not have to slaughter all of these beasts. But unlike him, I will still raise my weapon in defense.” He sighed. “I still value the lives of those still human after all.”

17) Gay, straight, bisexual, other? ”I find all sorts of people appealing. Gender plays no part in my attraction to them.”

18) Do you go to school? “I do, I go to one of the colleges around here for architecture.”

19) Do you ever want to marry and have kids someday? ”Ah, well, I should figure out how well I can stick to my commitments first.”

20) Do you have any fans? “No, I highly doubt an ‘outsider’ like me will ever be a fan favorite in Yharnam.”

21) What are you afraid of? ”As all hunters are, I am afraid of becoming a beast myself.” He paused and slightly turned away, bringing a hand to his cheek. “I am afraid of becoming mindless, of hurting and killing those I love here, of being unable to return home to my sisters.”

22) What do you usually wear? He pulled up an end of his scarf, gently waving the fabric around. “My trenchcoat and scarf I never go without when I walk through the streets of Yharnam. The coat is just comfortable while the scarf is… a memento of my mother.”

23) Do you love someone? ”But of course.”

24) What class are you? “I am just a hunter, nothing special alas. For the time being, I have joined the Confederates of the League. If the Powder Kegs were still around, I would have joined them though.”

25) How many friends do you have? ”Back home, I had quite a number of friends, but here? Not so much. Again, Yharnamites rarely seem to warm up to strangers.”

26) What are your thoughts on pie? “I think it would depend on the pie fillings. Personally, I have never been a fan of sweets myself so I would avoid fruitier pies. Mincemeat pies are delicious though.”

27) Favorite drink ”There is nothing better than hard cider after a long night’s hunt! But I always have to tell the person pouring to keep blood out of my drink.”

29) What is your favorite place? “High above Yharnam. I scale whatever buildings I can just to enjoy the view!”

30) Are you interested in someone? ��I mean, I am currently seeing someone, so yes.”

31) What’s your dick size? Smirking, he rested a hand on his chin. “Wouldn’t you like to see for yourself?”

32) Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean? "The ocean seems endless, I cannot imagine what it would be like to drift out to sea and drown into darkness. So…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I would rather swim in a lake.”

33) What’s your ‘type’? “Anyone who will make me weak in the knees. For whatever reason. I appreciate a sentimental soul, but I also appreciate a strong fighter.”

34) Any fetishes? “Oho, do I really want to condemn myself? Well, alright, I must admit I love delicate lingerie. On both women and men. I would wear some myself but,” he waved a hand nonchalantly, “Yharnam folk seem somewhat more conservative about this type of stuff.”

35) Top or bottom? Dominant or submissive? ”Many of my lovers are usually surprised to learn so, but I can be… quite submissive. Whether I take a top or bottom position usually doesn’t matter since I can well accommodate to people’s desires.” He leaned forward as if to whisper something quite scandalous. “Mine own usually involve me on the bottom though.”

36) Camping or indoors? “Oh, I most definitely enjoy being outside, but more alongside rocky cliffs than deep woodlands. But if I had to stay indoors, I would not object to exploring a beautiful church.”

37) Are you waiting for this interview to be over? “Most definitely.” He laughed sheepishly, “I find no enjoyment in sitting still for so long, just look at how my legs are jiggling!”