#silas barton

silas didn’t expect to meet lila barton this far out from their territory. she was the matriarch of the barton witches, nothing good ever came from leaving home whe you are ruling the entire pacific northwest witches. however, lila had sent her sister, the ever cheerful winnie to welcome him back into the fold. it wasn’t their fault he was cast out, why hold anything against them. after numerous emails, finally lila had something for silas, something she needed him to do. and she was meeting him at his property. the last piece of the barton legacy that he got to hold onto nearly two hundred years ago. 

he had set out tea, he still made his own mixes, holding onto witchcraft far longer than he anticipated he would and was just about to sit down and find something to read when he echo of the doobell rang out through the halls of the large house and floated into the back garden. he took his time, he didn’t want to alarm the girl their first official meeting. however, when he opened the door, he found himself face to face with the last woman he thought would drop by his house. he new her by name of course, but the vibrant hair was the most obvious. “well, you certainly aren’t a little brunette witch from washington.” 

silas wasn't the type to go pick anyone up from their house, he would much rather meet them somewhere in public, or if he really trusted them, he would invite them over. but he had been making more and more changes in his life since thea had been around. she hadn't messaged him back on time, not that she owed him texts at a certain time, but she was usually good at letting him know when she was busy. he was annoyed, so he broke his rule and fired up he car, stopping to fill the fucking tank since it had been months since he had taken it out, and he tracked down her address, which she had sent him when they first started seeing each other. he parked and stormed up to the door, prepared to get mad, and then possibly take her out for a spontaneously planned date because he had missed her. he knocked on the door, taking a deep but unnecessary breath, patiently counting the seconds before she opened the door. everything in him broke when he saw her, however, and he was certain that the one thing he had been terrified of coming to fruition had finally come to pass. "thea," he said, a shakey breath leaving him as he said her name.

katherine ‘reine’ decima barton, practicing barton witch & con artist (52) 

victoria ‘vic’ lilith barton, non-practicing barton witch and nurse (36)

silas rainier barton, non-practicing barton witch and vampire (33/461)

lila ronaele barton, barton witch matriarch & leader (25)

SILAS : thea

F U L L   N A M E   …   silas rainier barton A L I A S E S   …   sy, rainier, hexblood, knife witch, betrayer, honeybee A G E   …   thirty-three/four hundred sixty one B I R T H D A T E   …   february 25th  G E N D E R   …   cismale O R I E N T A T I O N   …   pansexual