Perplex
-(of something complicated or unaccountable)
You couldn't understand how you got here. How one minute you were in an alley bleeding out, watching everything around you crumble, to being placed in a room away from what you had left—Powder.
But Silco was alive.
Shouldn't you be ecstatic?
He had placed you so discreetly in this room before quickly whisking himself away to attend to other matters. He felt like a ghostly presence that only paid you a temporary visit. He left the room and you suddenly felt alone, long enough to render in your own thoughts.
This all felt like a silly dream you didn't know if you wanted to wake up from. You had Silco again but for the cost of your kids, your life, and Vander.
Your eyes fell out to the small window on your right, watching the rain fall heavily from the dark gray clouds above.
The sky was mourning for you.
After what seemed like days but was only a mere ear of an hour, the door to the room opened and through the frame of it, passed Silco with bandages in hand.
For your wound.
One that was in desperate need of medical attention but your brain was so muffled, you completely forgot about the agonizing pain that crept near your hip, circling the deep laceration. He quietly closed the door, glancing over you before evidently making his way towards you in a cautious manner, seating himself next to you on the edge of the bed.
"May I?" His thick accented voice seeped from a whisper, his eyes fell onto your torn, blood soaked shirt that masked the wound. His hands carefully unrolling the bandages in his grasp, raising it up slightly to put it in your view.
You nodded your head, lifting the torn shirt to reveal only the gashly wound that laid diagonally, your head angled down to see the full extent of the damage, "I didn't realize how bad it was."
"It will most definitely be leaving a scar." He responded, unrolling the bandage. As he did so, you took the time to carefully evaluate him. From top to bottom, you took in every new and old thing about him that reminisced in your memories. Then your eyes rounded to the massive scar that covered half his face, closely examining the pupil. Seeing how vibrant the orange casted itself in the room.
"Your eye? Vander—that was from him?" You were hesitant to ask, but letting it slip out in pure curiosity. He glanced up at you, scanning your expression.
"yes." He responded short, which made you dare to ask no further questions.
"You voluntarily watch me kill the people close to you and you still loyally follow me, why?" Silco then asked as he finished wrapping your wound. It wasn't going to help long term but it would have to make due for now. A temporary solution.
"I've been asking myself the same question." You mumbled, lowering your head. "I'm in shock? You're here, right in fucking front of me. Alive. When I spent endless nights hating myself for what happened to you." You spoke, keeping your voice as steady as you could without showing any sign you wanted to break down. "But at what cost?...to get you back, I had to lose my life, my kids...thank the fucking heavens i still have Powder but it has me torn..." in the back of your mind, you felt relieved. Because you had Silco back again.
It made you feel selfish.... For not mourning as hard as you needed to be.... You lost a lot today.
"I would've done anything for you.." You finished, letting your eyes meet his.
"I know." The reassurance in his voice was so calm and collected, that it managed to steady you. Enough for you to let a small smile paint your lips. "The little girl... you call her Powder?"
"Yes, her name is Powder." You answered, "She's been through a lot but in the end, she means well."
"I see myself in her...having someone close to you betray you, when you thought they'd never do so."
Before you could respond, the door to the room swung open aggressively to reveal Sevika, a worried look across her face hidden behind a stoic expression. You knew her from The Last Drop, she was a regular.
"Are you okay? What happened?" She asked, taking a few steps closer.
"I'm fine—"
"who the fuck is this whore?" She snapped her eyes, letting them land directly on you. She knew exactly who you were but seeing as she always saw you with Vander, she was mildly confused as to why you were seated on the bed next to him.
"Sevika, please. Derogatory language is unnecessary." Silco hissed at her quick remark.
"Why is she in your bedroom?" Sevika then asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Looks like one to me."
Your face quickly reddened when the words set in. You mistaken it for a spare because of the bland vibe that came with it.
"You failed to mention this was your bedroom.." you spoke up, feeling awkward, fumbling your fingers. You rose your stare from Sevika to look at Silco who sent you a quick glance.
"Sevika, please see me in my office. I will talk to you there." He ordered, flicking his hand at her dismissively. She grunted in response but turned to take her leave.
"I can stay with Powder. I don't mean to inflict your thing with her." You spoke, slowly rising from the bed but Silco reached out to grab your wrist which stopped you from leaving.
"Nonsense, there's nothing with her and I. She is my right hand, loyal and as promising as they come." He spoke, keeping his grip on your wrist tight, encouraging you to slowly sit back down next to him. "You haven't changed a bit I see."
"I had no reason to change." You hummed quietly, almost to a point where he barely could understand. You raised your gaze to stare at him, still thinking that if you looked away for too long, he'd disappear. No matter the amount of other thoughts that circled in your head, that was the one that you always found yourself going back to.
Without a second thought, you threw your arms around him, holding him close. His arms flew out, being as you had caught him off guard with such an action. In hesitation, he closed his arms back around you. You both sat there in each other's arms for minutes upon minutes until Silco broke the silence.
"Sevika is waiting for me in my office, I shouldn't make her wait any longer. You're welcome to stay here, or with Powder or I have no issue arranging a new room for you. I'd prefer you'd stay here so I can survey that wound of yours. But you are welcome to do as you please." He spoke lightly, standing up from the bed and walking towards the door. He grabbed the door handle to unlatch the door to see himself out. You laid down on the bed, letting your eyes wander the bare ceiling.
How much has he changed? And so what if he did? You couldn't blame even if he did, considering what he's been through. You understood it to an extent . Do you know any part of this Silco? Was the Silco you knew still in there somewhere?
**side note: (or more of an extra tip to help better your YN experience.) You and Silco were the kind of best friends that liked each other but refused to pursue anything further in fear of possibly ruining the friendship. So things never went anywhere but you never found it in yourself to lose those feeling as a way to keep hope**
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Traitor|| Silco x Reader
Fanfiction*Currently in the process of being rewritten!!* You and Silco were the ultimate duo when you were younger. Inseparable to say the least, or that was until the incident between Vander and Silco happened. Which Left a spot of hatred for Vander, and...
