Silco x Reader

Thirty-Eight

And again he sat in his chair, his head leaning back as he tried to appear as confident as possible. But the expression in his eyes told that everything in him was trying to fight back.

The memory of yesterday's pain was so clear, so fresh, that he would have preferred to avoid feeling it again.

When you sat down on the table opposite him, his hand immediately sought a hold on your thighs again. He squeezed it, his fingers stiff and his breath tense. His gaze jumped to you.

In this moment you envied him not a bit. Maybe you even felt a little sorry for him.

"Calm down, peacock.", you whispered and pushed his head back.

Taking a deep breath, he obeyed your guidance. His blue eye closed, while his lips were pressed tightly into a thin line.

"Take your time.", he said.

Surprised, you had to smile.

"Shouldn't I finish it quickly?", you asked in a teasing tone.

He shook his head. Strands of his black hair fell on his forehead.

"Speed means sloppiness."

You had to laugh at the words.

"That's my line."

"Not anymore.", he smirked.

It was an amused smirk, little more than the hint of emotion.

And yet that tiny gesture managed to make your heart beat faster. Surprised at yourself, you paused and had to look at him for a moment before you could hold the syringe steady again.

Exhaling deeply, he braced himself as the tip hovered over his pupil again. His fingers dug further into your thighs as if this hold was the only thing keeping him from losing his mind.

Your free hand rested on his right cheek.

The skin felt surprisingly soft, well groomed and moisturized. He certainly used some cosmetic products from Piltover on the uninjured half of his face, otherwise his entire skin would be adapted to the harsh conditions of the undercity.

When your warmth touched him, Silco suddenly inhaled sharply and held his breath. His lips twitched, but he did not let a sound escape. In that tiny moment, his shoulders relaxed.

Using this moment to your benefit, you push the needle into the black star.

The metal sank through the glassy retina.

Immediately, he tensed again.

His fingers dug so deeply into your skin that a sharp pain coursed through your leg and stabbed you in the knee. With a firm grip, you held his chin still.

You could feel his jaw twitch and tighten, wanting to pull back and escape the torture.

But he remained still. Panting and gasping, he held onto you, both of his feet pressing so hard on the floor that he could have splintered the wood.

A few moments passed before the syringe was empty.

Carefully you pulled it out again.

Trembling, he let out a gasp of pain. His head fell forward and bumped against your chest. He was breathing as if somebody had stabbed him.

You let him process the pain while your hand gently stroked the short hair at the back of his head.

Exhausted, his shoulders sank. Swallowing, Silco wiped a drop of shimmer from his cheek and let himself sink into your lap, resting his head on your thighs.

Like a little child, he wrapped his arms around your waist, making sure you couldn't escape until his pain was completely gone.

"Describe to me how it feels.", you asked him in a soft voice.

Sighing, he pulled a face, disgusted by the thought of having to remember.

"It's... like a needle in my eye.", he had to chuckle softly, amused by how uncreative he was. "Have you ever had something in your eye and not been able to get it out?"

"Like an eyelash?"

"More like sand. I want to scratch my eye out. It itches, stings the soft skin and feels like the retina is separating from the eye, rotting away. I want to cry, but there are no tears, no moisture. Afterwards it feels like cracks are forming, bursting like porcelain."

"And when the pain has passed?"

"Then I feel the liquid moving, like waves in the sea."

"Does it hurt?"

"No. It... is strange. A little alarming, my mind knows there is something there that shouldn't be. With time, the feeling disappears. Maybe the shimmer then spreads into the eyeball and seeps in like water into the earth."

Gently you stroked his head while listening to him spellbound and thinking about how to work on the problem.

"And the tingling?", you asked, stroking a thumb over his scars as he turned to look at you.

"It's the only pleasant thing.", suddenly he looked mild, almost relieved. "Like the touch of your hand. It makes the pain feel numb."

He sat up straight again, his arms resting on your legs while he leaned forward. With the eyes of a broken man he looked up to you, trying to figure out what you were thinking.

Sighing, you closed your eyes and let yourself fall forward. Your forehead collided with yours.

"Forgive me, but I fear this is the only thing I can do for you.", you whispered, your eyes glued to his strange gaze, blue mixed with orange and black.

He frowned, shaking his head.

It was strange, instead of backing away he leaned into the weight of your head pressing down on his. He didn't know why, but enjoyed the warmth, the closeness. It gave him comfort in his suffering.

"You're helping me lots.", he whispered, daring to reach out with his huge hand and stroke over your cheek with the tip of his fingers. "I must thank you. Despite me blackmailing you, your efforts are unmatched."

"It's fine. I believe in what you're living for. I just don't agree with your methods."

"Hm.", he huffed softly. "I'd kill anybody who is stupid enough to say that to my face."

"How lucky I am that you can't do that. You still need me."

"I do. Maybe a little too much."

Hesitating, your eyes met his again.

(E/C) kissed blue and orange.

A shaky breath escaped you as a shudder crawled down your spine, making your body to grow goosebumps.

"Sounds like I'm not only your doctor.", you joked in a careful manner.

His gaze sunk, but he wasn't able to hide the smile on his face.

"I fear you're right."