#silas;

"heyyyyy baby." "Step back from the door, Ticktiller." "Why, scared I'm gonna sneak out? Scared our hands might brush and we'll look each other in the eyes for a moment too long and then lean in and kiss and then you'll have no choice but to cast off your robotic sense of control programmed into you by an evil organization and help me escape because you're in looooove with me?" "No. If I open it now I'm going to hit you with it, and I'll get reprimanded. Mostly because I'm going to do it multiple times and make sure I hit you in the nose." "Playing hard to get... I love it."

Silas and Thrum have an interesting relationship.

In that Silas thinks they're in one, and Thrum is a massive biomechanical prison guard in charge of ensuring he can't escape Hope Adder Enterprises' high-security containment units.

MY CUSTOM ACCENT RECOLOR FOR SILAS CAME IN!!!

My beautiful, beautiful analog horror boy.

When engaging with a digital Hazard it is essential that you do not look directly at them that you do not look away.

Look us in the eyes. tell us if you see anything 'living' even still. What is us and what is the virus?

I've lived my life playing Russian roulette // But I'm still not dead yet. // So put another bullet in // and give the chamber a spin ! ! !

Silas Ticktiller was, at one point, a brilliant photojournalist and hacker of some repute. Made privy through a conspiracy theorist in lightning to the whisperings of a grand lab beneath the sands of the Shifting Expanse, Silas was within the walls of Hope Adder Enterprises upon The Splintering.

It would change him irreparably.

He is the first Beholder- though he does not bear the title, or exist among his fellows in any capacity, as he is also the Anomaly that led to the creation of the W.A.R.D.E.N. Task Force- and H.A.E's interest in collecting those afflicted by the Analog Virus and other host-related side-effects in the first place- and therefore a captive to the holding cells.

'' SOAKED IN THE NEON GLOWS! SILVER-FORKED TONGUES TALKING TO YOU IN THE DIGITAL SNOW! ''

Browsing my saved searches yesterday I found the boy on the left- who was my dream counterpart to my dragon Silas- I thought I was going to be waiting for years, or even have to start a project myself and he was just dropped in my lap.

Silas can’t say whether he heard or smelled her first, but either way, he knew she was coming long before she came into view.

The forewarning gave him enough time to get himself the fuck together before she appeared -- as a Hunter, she’d notice any nervous behavior from him right away. And as a Marine, a fireman, and son of a Hunting family, none of the craziness going on outside should be making him nervous. It wasn’t. Not really. But a lot had changed since he’d last seen her. He’d changed. Drastically. In a way that, in any other circumstance, she’d have to kill him for.

The history between hunters and werewolves isn’t particularly amiable.

“ Ayden. Not surprised to see you made it, but I’m glad. Are you okay? “

How interested they are in having sex with them:

Not especially. 

If they would rather bottom or top them:

Heard it from the grapevine that he’s the type of guy who only fucks someone if they’re willing to do the fucking. I’m not into that. 

How good they think they would be:

Hopefully he’s learned something in his time as an asset. 

If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them:

Why have people given up beds?

If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love:

Sex.

If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick:

Emery.

If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen: