#fallingangelrisingdevil

[independentzaun]

[independentzaun]

Feeling the grasp at his hand Silco was hopeful for a second that Irisa just wanted him close, and would let things go. That hope was almost immediately shattered seeing the frown on her face, and hearing her plea. He couldn’t bring himself to be surprised however. Irisa could sometimes be almost surprisingly stubborn, and of course she would be stubborn about continuing this conversation. It was after all in keeping with his bad luck that she’d keep pushing.

As though he had any interest at all in admitting that he was in fact hurting.

“Irisa…” Voice soft, a touch tired sounding, and what might have sounded vaguely warning to someone that didn’t know him well but he couldn’t bring himself to hit quite the crispness it’d take to offer a proper warning. Not towards her. Not in that moment. It was a strangely difficult situation Silco found himself in because he didn’t want to discuss the matter which was why he’d whispered his feelings while believing her asleep, but he also didn’t want to push her away either. That comment about “out of your control” made his cheek tense ever so slightly, and his eye sharpen a touch. It should not have been out of his control, and he should have prevented it pure and simple.

Nothing but good to her? Good would have been sending her out of Zaun to someplace decent.

Hearing her reassurance about not blaming him however actually brought one soft hiss that was practically a laugh from Silco. “Never thought you did, mine. Never thought you did.” It might have been easier if she had, but his feet never did find themselves placed upon an easy path. A faint shake of his head, and one slow breath. “However if anyone ever again even comes close to hurting you like that I will personally ensure that everything they hold dear crumbles around them.” At least he didn’t have to worry about Jack returning. There was no chance at all that the man had lived after all.

“Regardless, it’s fine. Besides, morning will be here soon enough, and there’s always another rock to strike.”

He wasn’t entirely sure how much more he could slip around the topic of his guilt, and the hurt accompanying it.

By the time that Silco was back, Irisa had engulfed herself in her book. It was when she heard that soft voice spoke, that she looked up, placing the book on the night stand and expression softening. Eyes were glued on his form, following him as he slipped into bed. Even when Silco probably didn't want to continue the conversation, she did. She was worried; She wanted to know how he felt, how he head been dealing with this all. The memory of him losing a few pounds, dishevelled besides her as she woke up, came to her. A dull ache grew within her chest, which was visible on her face.

He was hurting, one way or another, and that was something she wouldn't forgive herself for. She should have listened to him. He was right.

Turning to him, she tilted her head ever so slightly, blinking slowly. Soft emerald hues searched his gaze, sighing softly at the sight of him. He didn't want to talk about it… But…

“Silco,” She whispered, reaching for his hand and grasping it. She slowly brought it to her lap, clasping the other hand around. Her thumb caressed the back of his hand, eyes locked on his. “Please, don't…” She paused, frowning a little. “Don't push me away.” A slight squeeze was given to him, in an attempt to get through to him. “Please?” Her frown deepened whilst her eyes began to sadden. “You're hurting, aren't you?” There was a pause, allowing the silence to take over, to give room for him to feel.

Slowly, one hand reached out to cup his face, caressing the tender skin of his cheek as a small smile grew. “Oh, my sweet darling… You have been nothing but good to me. Please, I beg of you, stop blaming yourself for something that was out of your control.” Leaning in, she placed a kiss to the opposite cheek, lingering as her eyes fell shut. “You did nothing wrong, I promise, dearest.”

She pulled away to have a closer look at him, head tilting once more. “Don't forget that I...” She slowly let go of him, sitting back. “... Do not blame you for what happened, and never will.”

That she loved him.

[independentzaun]

"you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen."

With Irisa having healed enough to not just be awake from her coma but actually move around the house and do things, it was inevitable that Silco gain some of the weight that he had lost back. Not only did he gain back what he had lost, but with Irisa cooking and giving him a reason to sit down and eat a proper meal, Silco actually gained some extra weight. Most of that weight ended up making the man a bit more muscular, but enough went to his ribs to remove a touch of the skinny gauntness Silco normally had. He was never going to be bulky, and it wasn’t a huge difference, but it was enough to prompt the man to take a quick trip to a store to get a new vest and pants all the same.

He’d have to remember to go on a proper shopping trip later with Irisa.

He could get her a few nice things as well.

Buttoning up his new vest, he’d decided to get one that clenched in around his waist just a touch and would emphasize the slight change in his appearance. It wasn’t a matter of vanity, of course. There was simply no reason not to present himself with strength and authority, and clothing added to that when used properly. Just one more way of ensuring he reminded people of who and what he was. The fact that there was a certain enjoyment in keeping track of fashion trends, reading magazines about such matters, discussing styles with the right person, and ensuring that everything went together just right was beside the point.

Hearing Irisa’s sudden comment as he finished with his vest, Silco glanced over blinking in surprise. Not in any way at all used to such compliments it took him a moment to respond, but in the end there was a quick flash of a smile. Most others might have gotten a different reaction however Irisa at this point was in a rather special spot in his heart life. “Thank you. From you that’s nice to hear.”

He didn’t agree. Not with his scars, how slender he was, and his age.

He did however like the thought that she found him so.

A beautiful angel, and a pretty devil.

There were worse things.

[independentzaun]

[independentzaun]

"Don't hold back."

𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨 from Here:

They had been teasing each other slowly, but consistently ramping it upwards over the past couple of hours. It had started in his office, and had continued as they walked home together and it seemed was still going on. He’d just made one sexual comment or another as things started to reach their peak, and than she said those three simple words. Don’t hold back. He’d been in the middle of taking a sip of whiskey, and had paused to glance at her. The expression on her face, and the stance she was in something about it made him want to do exactly as she had said. It made him want to show her the monster, and the predator within him. Lowering his cup, and swallowing down the whiskey Silco took a deep breath before offering a toothy smile. “What an interesting comment. One might think you desire something more… intense, this evening.”

He hadn’t yet gotten comfortable, and now seemed like a good time. “Now tell me mi dear girl, di yi really be thinkin yi should be sayin a thing like that ta mi?” Deliberately slipping into that accent his tie hit the coffee table. His vest next. His sleeves unbuttoned, and rolled up to his forearms. The last part? His shirt unbuttoned as well, and half pulled out of his belt but with the back still tucked in leaving his chest fully visible while preventing his shirt from getting in his way. “Don’t. Hold. Back. That is what you said, yes?… So run mi pretty.”

Eyes gleaming they focused on Irisa with a particular intensity, and than suddenly he moved. Either she’d run which would lead to a fun little chase, or she wouldn't in which case he could immediately start on with other fun things. Regardless Silco in that moment offered a predatory fluidity that saw him slip around the coffee table with the effortless of an eel twisting to go after a tasty morsel. Just as smoothly his movements led him quickly towards her with the same silent eagerness as a shark that had just gotten the scent of blood.

Unless she safe worded out Silco was about to have some fun.

[independentzaun]

Some people asked for/were okay with a tag for verses together so... in no particular order

@misfits-of-zaun

tiesthatbindekko (soulmates, jinx as an omega)

@elisethetraveller

sharedheartssharedhome (Sevika as Renata Glasc, and Elise)

roughvoicessoftstrength (Silco, Elise, Sevika, omegaverse)

@arcanescion

shadesofblueau (half sisters)

ceruleankintsugi (sevika and caitlyn)

ceruleanhuntresses (Jinx and Baroness)

@saviourofzaun

serpentandhound (Silco and Jinx, during arcane)

@astrxae

fallingangelrisingdevil (Irisa and Silco, post arcane)

@misstantabismuses

monstrouspack (Jinx, (my)Silco, Sevika, post arcane)

houndchosen (my Jinx, Silco, Vi, alternate arcane)

[independentzaun]

Clad in comfortable sleeping shorts, and his eye patch still on Silco almost had a piratical figure as he left the room with what little light there was glinting off of his lanky frame and pale skin with those scars providing evidence of a harsh life crossing him here and there. For a short bit Irisa’s words “you should stop blaming yourself” continued traveling through his mind as he moved down the hallway with the door gently closing behind him. Pausing for a moment his hand went to the door that opened to Jinx’s room resting on it as though he wanted to open the door, and check to make sure someone was asleep or at least not spiraling downwards but than he simply kept moving. Steps quiet, and smooth he headed down the stairs to the first floor of the house trying to ignore the mix of guilt and confusion swirling through his chest. The guilt of course came from the belief that he should have been able to keep Irisa safe. That he knew how to deal with through the simple method of largely ignoring it. Yes it would eat at him here and there, but by and large he’d be fine. He was always fine. He was always fine, and that’s just how it was.The confusion however presented him with an issue, and a puzzlement indeed that Silco had no idea how to deal with or even acknowledge.

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Moving through his house he got himself a cigarette, and poured himself a small bit of whiskey. The whiskey got downed quickly, and although Silco considered for a moment pouring himself more he decided not to in the end. He didn’t actually want to get drunk, or even tipsy for that matter. Windows, doors, locks checked as he drifted through the house Silco kept finding his mind returning to Irisa and one thing in particular. “Love.” It was something he should have delighted in hearing, and something that should have made his step lighter. He very highly doubted she was the type to say such things casually after all. Any man, woman, person, would have been pleased beyond all measure to hear such words from Irisa.

His chest ached, and his eye throbbed. How many times had someone that loved him turned on him, or died?

What room was there in Zaun, or in his life for that matter for such tender sentiments?

And why could he never escape such them? Always they found him.

Cigarette smoke escaping from his lips Silco stared at nothing as he leaned against a counter in the kitchen contemplating their gentle intimacy not so long ago, his guilt, and her tender words. That contemplation led him to one inescapable fact. A fact he already knew, and had come to terms with multiple times throughout his life of course but it seemed he was to once again be brought face to face with it. He was not a good person nor a kind one. If he was than he’d send Irisa away. She was his falling angel, yes, but the longer she stayed by his side the more likely she’d go from falling to fallen. That warm light smothered by the blood soaked darkness of his life be it because of the strife and violence in Zaun, or because he fell once more never to rise again, or some other reason yet unseen. A kind person would not hold such warmth, and beauty by his side only to inevitably see tears rise up like pearls dropping from eyes tormented by grief. Alas he wanted that warmth, and could not find his way to shedding himself of it. Her presence in his life had touched something within him he thought half dead at best, and the love making gentle intimacy they’d shared pulled at a part of him Silco hadn’t realized even existed in truth. The guilt he felt that would never go away was a small price to pay. He was greedy, and even though she would inevitably pay the price for his greed Irisa wasn’t something he would let go of willingly.

Not that he’d go so far as to say he was “in love with her” of course. That was something for other people. Softer people. Silco simply despised the idea of parting from her. Of her no longer being in his life, his bed, and by his side. Some deep seated part of him recoiling, and snarling at the thought of watching Irisa walk away from him taking with her that warmth and those moments of peace she sometimes brought to him.

Monsters loved what was theirs. Possessively, deeply, with whatever eternal flame or block of ice replaced their heart.

The problem was less in his their love for her what was theirs, and more in how to handle the return of it.

One cigarette finished, and another one immediately lit Silco had been away from Irisa for perhaps seven minutes at this point as he contemplated things. Even now he was unable to find his way to the puzzle that held within it the reason for him stepping away for a short bit. He knew he’d been made uncomfortable, and felt off balance of course but he wasn’t quite able to acknowledge the truth as to why. A life spent with harshness and violence did not encourage him to examine why a night filled with one gentle moment after another followed by yet another had made him step away for a short while. Rather than acknowledge that particular issue it was far easier to simply take his guilt that he was unfortunately quite well aware of, and use that as an excuse. It hadn’t been the kindness filled with the warmth so few had ever offered him that had made this devil flinch away. It had been his own sin of failure, and the guilt surrounding it along with an utter lack of desire to discuss it that had made him leave the bedroom. How could it be anything else? The idea that his falling angel had managed to made him blink, and look away simply through tenderness and affection was foolishness to be sure. The fact that none before had ever offered him quite what Irisa did in quite the same way was ignored.

His own natural human need for softness, and comfort had been shattered long ago.

The way she was piecing that need back together was not something Silco acknowledged in any way.

A wound unacknowledged for so long it was thought to not exist could still sting, and hurt when it began to heal.

Cigarette finished he tossed it away before turning to go back up to the bedroom hoping that Irisa would be asleep. He had no desire to continue the conversation, and although he had teased her with the promise of tiring her out still further should she be awake Silco had no true urge to follow through on that. She was a beautiful woman, and one close to him of course but in that moment he simply wished to hold her and fall asleep feeling her warmth next to him. Stepping into the bedroom only to see her reading he closed the door quietly behind him, and moved towards the bed. It had been perhaps fifteen minutes since he’d left. “I am here.” Voice as soft as it was matter of fact Silco slid back onto the bed. “We are both here despite everything. Which means we can both keep going which is what is important. Not everyone can say that.”

A devil, a shark, a monster, a man, it did not matter what he was the simple fact was that Silco did not stop. One way or another he always kept going be that good, or bad and in this case it was the easiest way for him to deal with the entire (to him) odd situation. Step through it, and past it and keep moving forward. It also meant he still had absolutely no desire whatsoever to discuss his feelings about what had happened much less his guilt. A hand moved to stroke along hair, or shoulder, or back as a man so unfamiliar with offering emotions reached out in one of the very few ways made any sense to him.

“Now why don’t we sleep?”

The Eye of Zaun, feared by many, loved by a few. And, those few did love him with their heart and soul. The chem-baron, cold, calculated, cunning, and yet... vulnerable. Under all those titles, and fearmongering, she saw Silco for who he was; him. The man that not many got to know. The majority of the people had seen his cold side, the monster within him. Irisa had come to him like a clean slate; unknowing of what blood clung to his hands. She had an idea, but she did not realise how far it would stretch.

He held her heart.

Seeing how he practically flinched made her worry. Though, she did not pull away from the Zaunite. As their lips met, her eyes briefly closed, only to meet his gaze once more. Listening to what he said, she nodded slowly. Thumbs continued to caress his cheeks, eyes searching his gaze intently. “So, if they excuse mine, you should stop blaming yourself.” The slightest smile was given to the industrialist, but it was somewhat saddened. She could empathise with the guilt he felt. After all, she still felt it… every day, for twelve years.

When he pulled away, she sat up a little, head tilting to the side as she watched him carefully. Seeing how he slipped into his accent, and what he said... She saw what he was doing. And, it broke her heart into a million pieces for him. He was deflecting, pulling away, bringing that wall back up. Could she blame him? No. It was perhaps all he had known. But, nonetheless, it did make her chest ache a little.

She didn't say anything, and the moment he kissed her shoulder, Irisa turned her face, giving him a kiss on his hair before he straightened his form. When Silco told her to rest, she sighed, giving him a slow blink as her expression fell. Though, eyes shot once more as their lips met, and they remained closed for a bit even as the man she had grown to care for spoke once more. A little tease, just to further distance himself from the conversation she wanted to have with him.

The moment Silco left the bedroom, eyes reopened, sighing deeply. She was worried about him, and the fact he had such a reaction to it all… Had she pushed it? Nonetheless, she could not just go back to sleep like this. No, he needed an outlet to vent, to be heard. And, most importantly, to allow himself to feel the things he felt. So, instead of continuing her slumber, she grabbed a book from the drawer of the night stand, and sat back, waiting.

Irisa wouldn't be Irisa if she wasn't going to be stubborn...

[independentzaun]

Fully expecting her to be asleep Silco’s good eye actually widened just a touch as she sat up. His other eye hidden behind the eye patch he often wore to bed, and as her hands cupped his cheeks the chem-baron found himself suddenly if not strangely embarrassed most certainly quite uncomfortable. It wasn’t because Irisa had done anything wrong in truth, but because this was a moment that he’d never before had nor did he believe he wanted or deserved it. Others did not comfort him nor did he deserve it was it a common thing in Zaun anyways. It existed of course between loved ones, and family members when possible. Whispered moments in private as hard people raised in a harsh environment sought what comfort from each other they could. All the same whatever comfort he might once have received years ago had never been offered with such tenderness, and that struck something inside of him making his body tighten in discomfort.

He trusted her, and didn’t truly believe that this was some twisted game.

All the same this wasn’t something offered to him. Ever.

The last person to offer anything close to this had tried to kill him.

Even now in this strange unfamiliar situation his mind never stopped working, and taking things in. That she called him love, the tender tone in her voice, her attempt to sooth and comfort him. It wasn’t intentional, but Silco couldn't help it. It also was simply too much for the man. Coming home to her warm presence in his life, the tenderness of their intimacy earlier in the evening, the gentle bath, sliding into bed together, confessing his failure fully believing she was asleep and now he found himself staring into her eyes as she tried to reassure and comfort him. One tender soft moment into another into another into the next made the man utterly unaccustomed to such things feel like a fish out of water. A gnashing cold hearted shark tugged out of it’s element into uncomfortable warmth, and light that suddenly seemed nearly blinding.

Out of reflex he kissed her back as a hand moved to run along her hair ever so carefully. “You did nothing wrong, and if his actions excuse away mine,” my failure, “than they excuse your underestimation of him to be sure.” A nearly automatic response to pull away, and to turn the moment so that the focus would be on her rather than him if possible. “Now, mi dear girl I though yi were asleep well and true I did.” That at least was the truth as was the faint smile offered as he leaned in to kiss at her shoulder. “You lay back down, and rest mine. I’ve a bit of dry mouth, and want a drink.” A drink of whiskey, and a smoke, and to check the doors and windows. He was uncomfortable and needed to ensure that at least something was in proper order. Another kiss, this one at her lips and a smirk. “I’ll return, and if you’re still awake when I get back I’ll just have to ensure you get tired out properly once more.” With that his hand slid along her hair as he moved away so he could leave the room.

Was he uncomfortable, and had no idea at all as to how to deal with this? Yes.

Did he want to be well, and truly separated from her however? No.

He would indeed return. He simply needed a minute.

To say the Ionian woman was exhausted, was an understatement. With the two of them laying on the sofa, she managed to catch her breath a little. She was glowing, not only in the metaphorical way.

Her skin was radiating a soft, dim light, as if she was made out of pearls that flickered in the pale blue moonlight. This had never happened before, and she was not aware of it either. With her breathing steady, she was slipping into a slumber, and thus the glowing faded. Even with Silco slipping her into his arms to take care of her. She stirred awake here and there, from where she was suddenly in the warm water, within his arms. Though, it added to the comfortability. Humming here and there, she had managed to give him a gentle kiss, to let him know all was fine, all was well.

Once she was bathed, and laid into bed, the mage actually fell into a slumber. She was comfortable, and she was content. Her dark hair spread over the dark red sheets, almost if it was stained with ink. It was when Silco slipped into bed, and kissed her neck, she stirred quietly awake. She nestled more into Silco's grasp, sighing out contently as she privately smiled to herself. She felt so safe, so harboured with him. And, with them laying together in such an intimate way, after that intense moment of intimacy, it had amplified.

That moment of happiness was short-lived as those quiet murmurs left from Silco's lips. Her eyes opened slowly as she realised what he was saying. “Hm?” She frowned before shifting, sitting up to look at him. Hands cupped his cheeks gently, brushing her thumbs over the skin as warm eyes locked with his. “You have nothing to apologise for, Silco. Nothing…” She whispered tenderly to him, almost motherly. “You didn't let it happen. You did everything in your might to keep me safe. And, you have kept me safe for a big portion of it. This was a choice my father made, not you. You did not do this to me, love…” She realised she called him 'love', but there was no time to think about that. “He did. Not you. I wish I could… take that pain away from you, take away the feelings and the troubles you had to endure. If anything, I should have been more careful. I was the one to underestimate my father, and thus allowed for this to happen in a way, not you. You did everything you can, my sweet Silco…” She inched closer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips in a way to soothe him. “You are not at fault.”

[independentzaun]

The longer that kiss went on the more that his own inner guilt, and doubts faded. They would return later of course unwanted, and undesired. However in that moment he was simply a man, and with a woman he cared for. Her taste filling his scenes as did her scent, and the feeling of her soft skin as even while making out he kept at least one hand sliding along her be it a leg or arm or her side. He couldn't remember the last time he’d made out with someone like this perhaps Vander, and much to his surprise Silco enjoyed every last moment. Her lips against his, their tongues dancing wordless making promises or accepting the promises of the other. It wasn’t normally something he did, and yet somehow this falling angel still offering what gentle light she could in this abyss of violence and darkness pulled pieces of him upwards that Silco had believed long dead. Pieces he refused to consider at that moment, and pieces that would no doubt be drowned once more when he left their home to return to work however deep within Silco had a feeling that those pieces even if they were drowned would not sink down quite so far. Be it good or bad while she was there with him he simply would not be the same.

Not fighting her effort to move, and to pull him so that they could still be close while Silco quickly realized something. He was greedy. Not a surprise in any way shape, or form as he’d spent so much of his life pushing for more. All the same hearing those soft noises from her, and feeling one of her hands sliding along him Silco found himself wanting her. Was it right after how she’d been injured, and how she was still healing? Maybe, or maybe not. She certainly wasn’t protesting in any way, and she deserved enough respect and trust to know her own body in terms of what she could endure. Of course if she could be trusted to actually acknowledge that, and to restrain herself was another matter entirely. All the same she seemed healed enough that perhaps he could go a bit further.

Looking down into those emerald eyes with his own odd mix of fire and water he took a breath as they paused for just a second. His voice husky, and warm slid out with the ease of a devil offering sin to someone they knew desired it. “You are beautiful, my dear girl, and mine.” As he said the last word his voice got a faint hint of a rumbling growl.

As the kiss resumed one of his hands stretched upwards so he could be comfortable, but his other moved to Irisa’s stomach resting there for a second. However his hand didn’t stay there for longer fingers flipping her shirt upwards into the air for a second so he could slide his warm calloused hand across her soft skin upwards. It was a slow steady approach. Slow enough that if she wanted she could grab his hand, and push it away. Silco was in no mood to force anything. This wasn’t a moment for force, or taking and he understood that. All the same he was no shy boy to wait for an invitation that might never come particularly as they had laid together before, and because of that passion in her kisses. So that hand slid smoothly upwards towards her breasts with no attempt at all to hide what he was doing.

He wanted her.

That smirk, along with that little tease of his, was met with a playful eye roll, shaking her head a little. “Of course, of course you do not mind.” A small snicker escaped her soft lips, her smile growing once again. She could appreciate it, and at this point, didn't expect anything else from the Zaunite-bred man. It was who he was, and she came to appreciate that side of him.

Though, with those words slipping from his lips had her blink, and as she could feel that hand of his slip oh so gently over the back of her head, lips parted and hands immediately pressed against his chest. Not to push him away, but to steady herself. Similarly to that night they spent, where she nuzzled against his head with the side of hers to reply, she automatically did that, eyes falling shut. Wait.

Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump.

Her heart was racing violently against her sternum, the feeling of butterflies fluttering anxiously in both her stomach and chest. Those words he said... Did this mean...? Did this mean she was not alone in feeling something? Did this mean he cared for her differently than just an employee, plaything, or friend? It had answered her previous question. He came home, just for her.

The kiss on her cheek tingled, setting all her nerves aflame, and which made her nearly melt away in his hold. Turning her head just a little, she could feel their lips ghostly brush against each other, making her breath nearly hitch in her throat. Wait.

As Silco leaned in, Irisa was at first hesitant, not knowing what to do. With their lips meeting, her heart exploded in her chest, and every worry in the world, the pain she felt from the attempt, had faded away. The world stopped spinning, as it was now only them. Gentle hands cupped his cheeks, and ever a brief moment of that hesitance, she kissed him fully, tenderly, lovingly back.

There was no hesitance, and with his lips parting, her own followed. Tongues danced together, and the mage allowed her fingers to slip into the dark locks of the industrialist. The kisses were slow, passionate, and whispered a devotion against his lips, reminding him who she belonged not; Not only body, but also heart and soul. Trust, that's what they shared with one another. Care, something they had come to realise, especially right now with this kiss they shared. And, just like his third request that first night, of having a smile wear on her face, there was a secret hope 'Love' would soon come to follow, if it already didn't.

The more she made out with Silco, the more she craved him. She preferably would sit in his lap, deepening the kiss more as she cradled him. But she knew that, with the position she sat in, it would likely strain her and tug on her stitches. Thus, instead of crawling into his lap, she shifted to make space for the both of them. Slowly pulling him down on top of her as her hands still cupped his face, the kiss was never broken. If anything, it was only a reflection of how she felt towards the notorious Eye of Zaun. Whereas their kisses they shared last time were a bit more hungry, with a tang of lust in them, these were way more passionate. She was way more into it. Even if, her pace stayed in sync with his.

As it continued, one of her hands roamed gently down to the side of his neck, his shoulder, bicep. Soft noises began to escape the woman, and she was at this point melting away. Never did she think she would share a moment with the industrialist, so intoxicating, so addicting. Though, as much as she didn't wish to break away from his lips, she had to catch her breath. Slowly pulling away, cheeks were burning and breathing slightly laboured. Irisa's emerald hues flickered slightly open, looking at Silco with half-lidded eyes. Her nose briefly brushed against his, as a gentle reminder she was not done with him. Tilting her chin once more, she sealed their lips once more, this time initiating the kiss to deepen.

She was on fire, in more ways than just one.

She was his.

[independentzaun]

A part of him wanted to reach up to catch her hand, and keep it against his face. Those soft gentle fingers caressed his skin in a way few ever had in truth. Two, or three perhaps through his entire long life and it wasn’t something he took for granted. However with one hand stroking along her leg, and the other one reaching up for his cigarette to pull it away to ensure Irisa didn’t accidentally get burnt by it he couldn't. It was almost frustrating, but in a vaguely enjoyable way. Not because he was being denied anything, but because it meant that where her hand ran along was where she wanted to touch.

As her fingers slipped along his neck for a moment Silco tensed just a touch out of reflex, and than relaxed just as quickly. If her hand had came at all close to wrapping around his neck the reaction would have been much different, but with that gentle touch continuing the slow caress down along his body it was fine. Even enjoyable to an extent. “Oh I can think of a dessert I might enjoy.” The honey between her legs, and her whimpers as he forced pleasure through her body should be enough of a dessert for anyone. Silco certainly wouldn’t refuse it. As her head went against his chest Silco’s hand went from her leg to her hair gently stroking along it. One last drag off of his cigarette, and he managed to toss it into the ashtray on the coffee table. Perhaps it wasn’t fully put out, but at least he had both of his hands now allowing one of them to go to her leg once again.

Listening to her Silco was struck by a particular refrain that kept repeating. She enjoyed having him around. She enjoyed spending time with him not because he was a chem-baron, or the Eye of Zaun, or anything else. She simply enjoyed having him, as a person, around. It wasn’t as though he told her about his shimmer business, and the violence or how he wielded power during those daily talks. Even now with her in his home Silco didn’t make anything obvious other than the guards outside the home, and there being a knife suitable for defense in practically every room. He didn’t see it as hiding things from her so much as she was simply not involved in that side of things. A fact that had it’s drawbacks as Silco wasn’t sure what she’d think when she inevitably found out what he did, but it had it’s good side as well because it meant that she acted the way she did simply because she wished to.

Because she cared about him.

When she turned for her tea Silco leaned forward, and stubbed out his cigarette fully before grabbing his whiskey. One quick swig that washed through his mouth, and than a sip before he set the glass down and settled back against the sofa. Head tilted a bit to consider Irisa he smirked. “Oh I could happily listen to you continue on, and offer more reasons as to why I should come home sooner.”

She really was a lovely falling angel, and she… cared about him. While he trusted her.

He’d failed her, but he still did his best for her.

He wanted to kiss her.

He cared for her.

“There is one thing I should mention however, Irisa.” One hand reached out sliding around the back of her head, and pulled her slowly and gently in close. She had time to shake him off of course as he leaned in to murmur in her ear. “I come home to you.” There was a kiss at her cheek following that, and than his lips brushing across hers. A moment of consideration, and of wondering if this was really the road he wanted to walk before giving into the impulse.

Silco kissed this woman he trusted, and who shared his home, and his bed.

Who shared his life to an extent. What he showed her of it.

No hesitant kiss this. No shyness to it. A passionate kiss that wordlessly promised to keep a place for her in his home, bed, life. That whispered of trust, and perhaps even an affection that might be something more. His lips opening, and if the opportunity was provided his tongue would find itself dancing alongside hers as he drew her in close.

That hand sliding down the silky, tender skin of her leg nearly burned. That gentleness, along with feeling the calloused parts slipping over it, had her nearly shiver. How long had it been since she felt a gentle touch like this? Or, rather, since she took so much notice of it. The only thing 'noticeable' was the slow blink given as a response. Her fingers kept slowly tracing the jawline, emerald hues locked on the heterochromatic hues of the industrialist she had grown to care for. The gentleness that met his gaze was a nice look on him, and it had her heart melt for just a moment. “I understand.” She nearly whispered, eyes falling back on her movements.

Albeit, with his comment as to persuade him, her movement briefly seized. Fingers slipped down, slowly tracing the tender skin of his neck as her eyes flickered back up to his. “With the right persuasion? Well, perhaps extra special meals for when you come home, along with a nice dessert.” Leaning in, her head came to rest against him once more as her hand slowly slipped to his chest, resting there for a moment. Was she tempted to offer herself to him? Yes, yes she was. Was she going to? That depended on how things would develop.

“It's nice to have you around, it is less lonely.” Eyes falling shut for a brief moment, her thumb traced gently over his chest. The touches were subtle, and rather gentle, but there was a certain… intensity behind it, that perhaps someone could spot, or recognise if they knew her well enough. “I just… miss our daily talks at the office, after work. Sure, it is hell nine out of ten times, but it is always a comfort to see you at the end of the day.” There was a brief pause. “And… I enjoy you, as a person. Hence, why I would like to have you home.”

She couldn't say too much. And, in her opinion, she was already letting out way too much sentiment than she should have. Along with the touches… It did not help her case. What was the cherry on top, was when she looked up. Gentle eyes filled gazing yearningly at the Zaunite, a smile curled up. How could she not have a fuzzy feeling when looking at him? How could she not have her heart pound within her chest? It was merely impossible, especially with the way they held one another, shared the same bed, now temporarily shared a home. How he made her pancakes, how he held her in the clinic when she was finally awake.

How could she have stopped herself from falling for the charming demon he was? She couldn't, and she wouldn't. He was there for her, cared for her... She wouldn't wish for it to be different, even if it meant she would have to pine after him. She would gladly do so.

With a soft sigh, her eyes briefly fell to his lips before lowering her head, pondering something privately to herself. Turning slowly without really moving away from Silco's lap, she managed to grab her cup of tea and take a sip before turning back to him. “Are there more reasons you need for you to come home? I could continue, if you'd like?”

[independentzaun]

That comment about spending time with him made Silco’s eyes soften a bit. He wasn’t immune to such things, or enjoying the idea someone just wanted to be around him. Perhaps part of it was a loneliness he’d refused to acknowledge since everything with Jinx. Not that Irisa filled the same role because she very much did not, but all the same it was nice having someone so desiring of his company. Of course it was only natural he start to return the feeling. Why wouldn’t he? She was enjoyable to be around for any number of reasons, and besides she was his.

Not that he deserved her attention. After how he had failed her. Why exactly she still embraced him so freely, and why that smile still hit her eyes or why she was so happy to spend time with him Silco didn’t fully understand. It’d been his fault she had been hurt, and if ever his eyes had flickered away or his head bowed while visiting her at the medical clinic it had been in no way because of her state but because of the guilt stabbing into his chest.

He cared about her, and like so many others he cared for he’d failed her.

At first her hand on his thigh didn’t make him think of anything one way or the other. It was simply a reminder of how close she was, and he was perfectly comfortable with that. However as her fingers slipped to his inner thigh Silco suddenly remembered how she looked naked, and laid out across the sofa doing her best to please him. There was no real sign of what he was thinking other than a slightly deeper drag at his cigarette than normal however. “I like the concept of history books. Learning from the past, and getting a better understanding of the present through knowing how we got here. However I don’t trust most of them. If so many people get the details wrong about Zaun in current day why should I believe that they got the details right about some place fifty or a hundred years ago or more?” He didn’t sound upset in anyway, but simply contemplative. Silco had no frame of reference, or experience or education that led him to trust such thing after all. “At any rate I’m sure we can get you more than one book. As for magazines I wouldn't object to that.”

With her legs resting over his lap his arm moved from around her to those legs. A hand gently sliding along her thigh as he wondered just how his sigil cut into her thigh looked, and if perhaps it needed to be done once again. For that matter how would she feel about a new fresh marking entirely? Claiming her once again, and marking a point between the attack and what came afterwards.

Did he deserve to mark her once again? Hardly.

Would she want it after being hurt? Unlikely, but it was an interesting thought all the same.

As her hand reached to his jaw Silco’s eyes flickered down to her, and a faint smile that reached his eyes came to him. Her question however made his eyebrows creep upwards a bit. “Well I can’t come home early every day. Sometimes it’s just too busy.” It wasn’t as though he was going to lie, but at the same time he did work quite a bit. The work never stopped after all. That massive boulder weighing down on him that he had no idea how to shift to reduce the weight, but all the same he refused to stop although that was partly because if he did Silco believed it would end in disaster. At the same time perhaps he didn’t always have to work quite so much.

“All the same I believe I could be persuaded to come home early more often. At least a couple days a week. Maybe even a few. With the right persuasion. Why do you ask?”

With her still healing, she decided against it to have any alcohol. Thus, when Silco asked her what she'd like to drink, she asked for a cup of tea. With the beverages placed on the table, and Silco at her side, the young woman draped the blanket over his lap. “Alright, suit yourself.” She wasn't going to tell him not to smoke, that would be absurd in his own home. She didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but she would never tell anyone in their own home not to smoke. Besides, she had lived for a few weeks here, so by now she had grown accustomed to the scent. Did this mean she enjoyed it? No. But, nevertheless, she only now could smell it when the cigarette was lit.

When Silco lit the cigarette and got comfortable, emerald hues were locked on him. She didn't expect him to pull her close, to wrap his arm around her. But, she wouldn't complain. She even went as far, and seize the moment to sit against him, head resting against his form and letting out a soft sigh. Gentle eyes now fluttered shut for just a moment, enjoying the closeness they now shared with one another. A small smile, along with a huff of amusement, escaped her as she looked up at him, taking note of that side eye of his. “Will it be that hard? I get to spend time with you.” Those words slipped mindlessly from her lips, not realising whether or not it had an impact on the other or not. Perhaps it could be considered as a silent confession, just like the one from earlier on: Where she was happy he was back home, with her.

Irisa once again rested her head against his form, one hand resting on his thigh, drawing idle circles. “Any book is fine with me. Whether it be a thrilling fantasy, history, or something about magic.” Nuzzling against him, she let out a sigh whilst her body relaxed more. “I'm just happy to go out soon. It has been long enough.” Her hand rested in his inner thigh, just in a way to hold him close. “Maybe we can get you some new magazines in the meantime, too, if you'd like?”

The scent of his cologne suddenly hit her, along with the closeness, and his warmth. Sure, they would share the same bed, and when possible, curl up with one another. But, it didn't fulfil a desire that grew deep within. His body pressed against hers, his scent, his voice rumbling in his chest.

Shifting, she draped her legs over his lap, and continued to nuzzle against the industrialist. Touch starved. That was the right word for it. And, for a brief moment, she closed her eyes. She remembered the first time together. How he sat on the opposite sofa, how he looked at her, how he asked her to strip for him. How could she ever forget? He had given her a weekend she could never forget, and the sigil in her inner thigh was her reminder. From time to time, she would trace her fingers gently over the scar, and get shivers just remembering that particular weekend together.

However, it was different now.

Back then, she had no romantic feelings for the man. It was purely based on lust, on desire. But, the desire had now shifted within her. She yearned for him in ways that not everyone could fulfil, could give. Though, she doubted she could give him that same feeling. She was his, but he wasn't hers. A part of her felt anxious. If they were ever to lay again, he would find out her true desires, that he would find out that he was more to her than just an employer, than just a friend. Would she lose him if he were to figure it out? This was the very reason why she had avoided to cave when she felt the urge to seal their lips together. She didn't want to pull him into a predicament.

With her hands resting on her lap, she looked up at the older Zaunite. With a soft sigh, she reached up, tracing the jawline of the man, idly, no words said. Her slim fingers were soft, gentle in touch, as if he was made out of the finest silk that could tear if she'd be too rough. Her emerald hues were locked on her movements, trying to make sense of that inner fight she had. Though, when looking up, that small smile had returned, giving him a slow blink of reassurance that everything was alright. “How often would you be able to come home earlier?” She asked, tone soft.

Was this yet another silent confession?

[independentzaun]

“You are quite welcome, and Sir is just fine, my dear girl.” Eyes resting on her for a moment Silco enjoyed the sound of that chuckle, and the bit of playfulness she was showing. It rather made him look forward to taking her out on that outing in a few days, but before that there was no reason not to enjoy some time together. He also couldn't help but think that a whimpered “master” would sound delightful from her lips, or perhaps “you own me” as she was after all his. Not something he should be considering as she was after all still healing, but something about that playfulness and her comfortable responses to him and the realization that she was still there and with him and healing made a particularly urge stir deep inside of him. Perhaps he shouldn’t have invited her to the entertainment area, or perhaps… well it was just for entertainment. What harm could it cause?

Getting into the room Silco took a moment to check on the fish swimming back, and forth just to ensure they all seemed healthy. Seeing no issues he moved over to the small bar in one corner of the room, and poured himself a whiskey while asking Irisa if she wanted anything. Heading over towards the sofa he’d intended to sit on the one across from her, but hearing his name Silco glanced to her before considering her offer. It took no real time at all before he sat next to her placing his whiskey on the table in front of them. “I am going to smoke.” He wasn’t always entirely sure just how comfortable she was with his habit, but all the same if she wanted him next to her well she would have to accept it or wait till he finished.

Ashtray pulled over a bit closer he grabbed his cigarettes taking a moment to light one with a deep drag off of it. “Mmmm, there we are.” Without really thinking his free hand moved to slip around her shoulders holding her gently with his fingers drifting along her upper arm. “Dinner was good, and of course the company delightful indeed.” Side eyeing her for a moment Silco chuckled softly. “Of course here comes the harder part. Ensuring you don’t get bored now that there’s no food to distract us.” Another puff off of his smoke, and he stretched out a leg simply being comfortable in his house with someone he cared for trusted.

“So were there any books you particularly enjoyed? Any books, or types of books you might want to pick up when we go out in a couple of days?”

She was so very close to him, and although he enjoyed having her sleep next to him there was something different about it now with both of them very awake and neither seeming all that tired.

Was Irisa pleased with herself that she was the first to call him 'mister'? Most definitely. The gleam in her eyes, along with her smile growing rather playfully, were the indications that she was perhaps a bit too pleased with it. It did roll nicely off the tongue, in her opinion.

Mister, Mister Silco.

One letter difference from a whole different dynamic.

As he didn't answer her question, she kept wondering what the true reason was. Was it because of him being drained, or was it because of her? And, if it would be her, would it be because she was healing? Because she was still in need of help. Or, was there a small chance he came home, just to enjoy her? It was a thought she did not wish to ponder on too long, for that it would bring herself into madness. After all, she was his, but he wasn't hers.

But… that warmth in his gaze… Why was he looking at her like that?

To hear that there was a possibility for them to go to the market, had her rather excited. She had been dying to go out, to be amongst people, to hear chattering, the loud voices of the market trying to sell as much as they could, and overdo one another with their 'quality' and 'price points'. The air was perhaps polluted, and not as clean as Piltover, or Navori. But, with time, she had grown used to the fumes. So, for her to go outside, would still feel as getting some 'fresh air'. Plus, it would mean that she'd get to spend time with Silco; something she'd never say 'no' to.

With Silco's idea to go to the entertainment area, she agreed. “Oh, why thank you for allowing me to pick some music. How kind of you, mister~ Or, do you prefer 'sir'?” A small chuckle escaped her. Funnily enough, she remembered all too well the first time they spent time in there. The gaze he had given her, the sultry tones… the desire. Dinner, music, drinks… sex. That's how everything started. That weekend was something she would never forget. The things he made her feel, the desire and the urge she had grown within her. The feeling of the warmth sin provided.

As per his request, she chose some music and put it on before settling on the sofa. Emerald hues wandered towards Silco, who now had disposed himself of his vest. Lips curled slightly up at the sight. If anything, she could always enjoy seeing him slowly strip. Not that she would ever admit to that.

“Silco,” Slim fingers reached out as she curled up into the corner of the sofa, dragging the soft blanket to her before draping it over herself. Though, she held it open as an invitation for Silco to join her, expression warm, gentle, lovingly.

“Come.”