marriage. love. things his parents had ( or at least, silas had thought they had them ) that silas thought he may never obtain. there was a long time between 13 and 30 when he thought he may be alone forever, and deserved to be. flings and short term relationships got him through those years, as did bars and their endless supply of what he used to call adult medicine. though there was no intention of meeting jasper, silas could, without a doubt, say that they had met for a reason. they were soulmates, connected by a string, finally meeting in the middle at a tavern they now called theirs. jasper had been the only one who could slow him down, show him that commitment wasn't a death sentence. they didn't get engaged for three years into their relationship, and weren't married until a year after that. now they're happy. silas is happy - another thing he wasn't sure he'd ever achieve. but jasper seemed to shed some light on all the darkness inside of him. gazing at the other man now, silas lowers his glass of wine and leans over the kitchen island to kiss his husband, lingering and gentle, pulling away with an upturned corner of his lips, silas continuing to cut the vegetables for dinner afterward. ' i would ask why you're not helping me make dinner, but then i wouldn't be able to just look at you sitting over there, ' voice is low as silas teases. ' so if you don't mind, just continue with what you're doing, ' @diggsgraves.
