#bornofhephaestus

[Awwww! Love the picture too]

Nothing soothed Silas the way Walter did. There was just something about that man—the way he’d peer bashfully from across the room, a timid grin plastered on his unforgettable face. The way he smelled, and the way that warm, musky scent clung to Cobb’s sheets every morning. God, the way his work-worn hands felt against the disciple’s bare skin, calloused and careful fingers pressing every single button he had on him. Any and all of it made the guitarist weak in the knees, and stole the stress of each day right off his aching shoulders.

Naturally, after a particularly hellish shift down at Rapture Records, Walter was the first comfort Silas sought out. To his delight, the mechanic was happy to oblige him with a long, tender kiss—one with promise of more to come. Sighing contently, Cobb’s gangling arms found their way around Morley’s waist to pull him forward, the space between their bodies nearly closed. They lingered together a while, gently kissing and cupping cheeks, hearts aflutter in a giddy whirl still novel to the neglected disciple. He was smiling before he could help it. Then again, so was Walter.

"Welcome home, Si."

The guitarist fondly brushed his knuckles over the length of the other’s cheek.

Silas’ spine went rigid as those rough, workingman’s hands suddenly slipped around him, tracing the curves of his narrow hips with tender intent. Walter’s calloused palms sent all the right chills through him, even through the work shirt he was so desperate to peel off after one incredibly long day. Cobb’s mouth also spread into a helpless smile as the space between their bodies closed, the mechanic’s chest to his own, a matching pink tint adorning both their cheeks.

"Well hello to you too,” he quietly chuckled.

The following kiss, however gentle, came entirely welcomed as Silas placed his own hands to Walter’s shoulders. There was a shyness to the press—an experimental hesitance that only melted once they did. Soon it was a deep and longing kiss akin to one lovers shared after too many nights spent apart. It lingered, too, and Silas could feel the weight of the entire damn world slip from his tired, sunken shoulders. When it broke, the disciple’s smile remained intact as he muttered softly against his lover’s lips, Walter’s sweet taste lingering on his tongue.

3. Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

On the surface, Silas didn’t need a formal exercise routine—the work he did around the ranch kept him in tip-top shape. While in New York (and later, Rapture), his work schedule proves too busy to merit a formal exercise regime. But, since he’s often on his feet and he has strength tonics at his disposal (which he’s coaxed into taking by Cohen), he manages to keep nice and fit.

It’s true that Silas is on the slender side, but his build is low in body fat. He’s mostly muscle, and it shows especially well in limbs.

5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)?

In regards to personal hygiene, Silas is as

In general, Cobb is neither organized or disorganized. Honestly, he falls right smack in the middle. The store’s a lot tidier than his flat, but that has more to do with the amount of time he spends in each place. He’s not generally a messy person, but he’s not painstakingly neat, either. I suppose “relaxed” would be a good word for it.

10. Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Aside from a quick temper, Silas’ mentality is pretty even up until the fall of the city. A year of isolation does a number on his psyche, but other than that, he’s remarkably healthy in the mental sense.

The only neurosis he relies heavily on is denial—it’s a defense mechanism that’s been conditioned into him. This is especially apparent when conflict with Sander arises, as well as within his professional and romantic relationships. He’s awfully stubborn about it, too, and will often interpret painful truths as personal attacks. 

12. Favorite book genre?

Silas doesn’t like to read. He might even hate it. The morning newspaper is about as far as he’ll go, and he usually gives up halfway through the entertainment section because it’s soooooo preposterous. 

18. Favorite beverage?

Coffee.

20. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Nothing out of the ordinary for the time—measles, mumps, hay fever. He recovered from everything normally, and maintained good health for most of his childhood. He probably suffered more childhood injuries than illnesses. And, he still suffers the occasional bout of allergies whenever he finds himself in Arcadia. 

21. Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

If you kiss/lick/bite/stroke/pay any attention to Silas’ neck, he will be putty in your hands. He also enjoys when his hands/fingertips are fawned over. When it comes to character traits, he admires people with passion that proves compatible with his own. An inclination to music helps. Creativity and tenacity are both a must. And, though he probably doesn’t realize it, he’s drawn to fun-loving people who’ll remind him to relax every once in a while. Silas works himself very hard in all areas of life, and really needs someone who’ll force him to unwind—and who’ll happily unwind with him.

Physically, Silas is attracted to men with a laborer’s build. He likes dark hair and dark eyes, though bright blue eyes just do something to him (and it’s not always good). Big, rough hands also excite him, as they usually belong to someone who works hard and is practiced with physical contact. 

The few women he’s ever felt remote attraction to were all red heads. I guess that’s a thing he has.