#c: silas ft. asterion

[bloodwiine]

closed starter for @faiirytalesx ( asterion ) location: addison's place

In desperate need of his sister's ear to complain to, Silas stepped inside her place, simultaneously gagging at the pungent aroma that hit his nose and response. "Addison, has anyone mentioned the peculiar odor in your house? Surely if you've killed someone you've disposed of them outside." he blurted out, his nose wrinkled up in disgust the further he stepped in. "We can hire someone to do a deep clean, too, you know?"

[bloodwiine]

His amusement faded some at the other's lack of biting back, it wasn't fun that way and he certainly wasn't his brother. "No," he spat out, boring a serious expression. "My sister isn't the type to collect people based on skill, that's more our thing," he admitted, talking of both himself and his brother. "If my sister gave you a roof, it's because she cares about you, I just have to figure out why and whether you're deserving of said care. I, however won't kill you, so you can breathe." If he was a threat to Addie, he would and without hesitation but not if it was someone his sister cared for. He knew better than that. Not after Lazarus' previous interference.

He should have bristled at the insult-- but in his heart, Asterion knew that he was just Adriana's charity case. Why else would she possibly be helping him when everyone else had forsaken him? "I'm a lot more useful alive. That's why your sister has allowed me to stay, I'm sure," he shrugged. It was the only reason he could think of to why he was still alive and comfortable with the vampire.

[bloodwiine]

Stepping into the kitchen, Silas' eyes instantly furrowed, his look of disgust doubling at the site of the food choice. What an atrocious palate, too, he thought. "My sister has always been known for her charity work, didn't expect for it to extend to....your type, but there's a reason she's the likable one." Silas couldn't help but slip out, making his way across the room to the wine rack and pulling down one of his preferred to pour himself a glass. He'd need it to behave around a werewolf. "Lazarus would have you killed on the spot, so tell me, why should I refrain?"

The spoon of cocoa puffs was almost to his mouth when the door opened-- Asterion froze. Every instinct told him to go and hide, no one needed to know that Adriana was hiding him away here. But that electric sizzle in the air told him that no amount of hiding would actually conceal his presence-- and the voice simply confirmed that. He waited, metaphorical hackles raised in anticipation. "She just stepped out," he spoke quietly, lowering his cereal spoon back into the bowl.