⠀⠀ ⠀𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

*   mwah! 

silas,   everyone gets sick.    well—   everyone with a weak immune system.    the things you have to do can wait.   go rest.   you look like you are on the verge of passing out.  

@hydratech  ⠀⠀⠀╱⠀⠀⠀getting   sick   is   for   children,   i   have   things   to   do.

does “ or something ”  just so happen to also body aches and long lasting congestion?     why don’t you want to admit it?   

@naturcsend * ⸝⸝⸝   IM INNOCENT YOUR HONOR

@metaIbones       ✩      silas   swirled   a   drink   of   his   own   in   his   hand,   blue   eyes   laced   with   amusement   at   the   other's   state.   it   was   quite   funny   to   the   xavier   to   see   the   roles   reversed   now.   granted,   he   was   pretty   deep   into   his   drinks   so   maybe   it   wasn't   AS   funny   as   it   was   appearing   to   be,   but   still   the   fact   remained.
                  he'd   been   looking   for   an   escape   himself.   he   needed   something   to   dull   the   edges   of   his   reality.   something   to   bring   a   little   light   back   to   the   bleak   reality   he   battled   with.   and   here   he   was,   satiating   that   craving   with   booze,   other   numbing   agents,   and,   more   than   likely,   company   whose   names   he   wouldn't   remember.   those   parts   came   later   though.
                   "what   were   those   wise   words   again—-   / calm   down /?   "   he   smirked   to   himself,   taking   a   sip   from   the   clear   glass.   "was   just   looking   to   see   what   the   cat   dragged   in.   turns   out   it   was   you.   "   he   hummed,   turning   back   to   the   bottle   and   pouring   more   into   his   glass.
            
            ⸝⸝⸝   always  is!!

*can   do.

@lacrymosas       ✩      i   can't   give   you   my   oath   on   that   one,   but   i'll   see   what   i   can.

/   daaaaamn

"  i'm just so selfless like that,   you know?   wouldn't do it for just anyone anyways.   they have to be special to me,   and i have to be able to trust them.   can't have any slip ups.  "

@shymutant    ───   〝 like   a   finger   print   or   something.   (  ..  )   yeah?   can't   believe   you   came   all   this   way   JUST   to   tell   me   how   special   i   am. 〟

you know,   i don't think it really  / means /  anything.   i think it's just   ... unique to you,   you know?   i've never seen silver before.

@metaIbones       ✩      silas   glanced   back   at   the   scene   once   more.   everyone   involved   survived   and   he   cleaned   up   after   himself.   guilt   or   not,   he   wasn't   sure   there   was   anything   left   to   do   but   dwell   on   it   and   he   was   / not /   about   to   go   through     that.   he   rose   his   eyes   slowly   from   the   ground   to   meet   logan's   gaze.   ancient   monument   or   not,   he   wasn't   about   to   give   into   a   BABYSITTER   so   quickly.
                  "yeah,   it's   FINE.   i   made   a   mistake   and   i   reeled   it   back   in.   you   want   me   to   get   on   my   knees   and   apologize   or   somethin'?   i   FIXED   it.   "   he   replied,   speaking   avidly   with   his   hands.   he   wasn't   great   with   others,   especially   the   ones   who   knew   his   father.   true   or   not,   there   was   always   a   voice   in   the   back   of   his   mind   that   said   they   were   comparing   him   to   his   father.   comparing   him   to   the   legacy   he   refused   to   follow   behind.
                 anger   was   his   first   reaction   to   everything.   followed   shortly   by   defensive   behavior.   he   couldn't   help   it,   not   that   he'd   put   in   much   effort   to.   he   was   already   on   edge   and   this   conversation   was   only   adding   fuel   to   the   younger   mutant's   fire.
                  "oh   yeah?   watch   me.   when   i   need   a   babysitter,   it   won't   be   some   fúckíng   guy   with   claws.   "   he   grumbled,   adjusting   the   neck   of   his   jacket.   "i'll   definitely   be   having   a   drink   if   that   helps   you   hibernate   any   better.   "

@bIoodrun ╱                                his teeth seemed to bite down on his tongue, keeping himself from a comment being made.   the mutant was known for his jabs, the easy comebacks that would leave his lips rather quickly.  even that similar, almost animalistic, snarl that would appear.   yet he kept himself calm, a brow raised to the kid’s words, chuckling slightly.  being called an ancient monument certainly was a new one for him.   it would be added to his list within his mind of insults that had been thrown his way.  most of which came from the lively cyclops.   
            logan’s body turned to face him as he moved past him, head slightly shaking.     “ this is fine?  “ he questioned his hand sweeping across the scene with slight disbelief on his face.     “ you can’t always simply walk away and pretend nothing happened.   “  logan slightly pushed, maybe he shouldn’t have.  maybe let the kid go while he simply kept an eye on him from afar.  maybe.      “   and this ancient monument thinks you should have a drink and a breather.  i’ve seen a thing or two and you shouldn’t go out after something like this.  you’ll do more harm then good to yourself and others.  “ 

@metaIbones       ✩      silas   gave   the   other   an   incredulous   expression,   glancing   back   at   the   scene   beforehand.   he   did,   unfortunately,   have   a   good   point.   he'd   lost   control   / again /.   images   of   previous   explosions   flashed   through   his   mind,   the   damage   it   caused   lingering   inside   him.   despite   that   subtle,   trickling   guilt,   he   kept   his   composure   the   same.   tense,   guarded—-   it   was   what   he'd   become   synonymous   with.   a   shield   to   prevent   anyone   or   anything   from   penetrating   his   very   sense   of   self.
                  turning   his   attention   back   towards   the   wolverine,   "almost   but   i   didn't.   "   he   agreed,   moving   to   take   a   few   steps   passed   the   other.   "when   i   want   to   take   a   breather   and   have   a   few   drinks   with   an   ancient   monument,   i'll   reach   out.   "   he   added,   his   mind   moving   a   million   miles   per   second   despite   his   demeanor.   "all   is   fine.   you   can   get   back   to   your   cave   or   wherever   you   came   from.   "

@movesmetal,⠀   &&. ⠀⠀i   miss   when   you   were   fun   and   full   of   life,   old   man.   :(

@bIoodrun   *   i'm sure someone will care.

@movesmetal,⠀   &&. ⠀⠀ehh—-   only   if   i'm   caught   by   someone   who   cares.

oh,   we're doomed.   what have i done?   (  she nudged him again,   smiling  a bit as she pulled her knees to her chin.  )

@shymutant       ✩      i   wouldn't   say   / better /..   just   DIFFERENTLY.   as   for   my   ego,   there's   no   saving   that   now.

honest!   think it's because you've handled this a lot better than i ever could.   and i will,   but only if your ego doesn't get too big.   (  she laughed as well,   tilting her head up to look at him.  )   you're good company.

@scornedartist,⠀   &&. ⠀⠀silas   couldn't   help   smile   ever   so   slightly.   his   father   was   certainly   something   and   having   someone   believe   him   about   it   was   a   good   feeling.   charles   was   the   face   of   the   mutant   movement—-   the   one   many   people   relied   on   to   spread   the   message   of   mutants   being   good   people.   and   while   that   was   fine   and   dandy,   it   didn't   excuse   losing   himself   to   the   cause.   not   when   it   cost   the   sanity   and   wellbeing   of   / only /   mutants.
                  "random   and   concerning?   you   just   described   some   of   my   favorite   things.   "   he   noticed   her   engraving   this   in   her   memory   and   he   rolled   his   eyes   fondly.   was   it   truly   / that /   unbelievable   to   see   him   dressed   up?         (      yes.     )      "take   a   picture   it'll   last   longer.   "   he   crossed   his   arms   before   taking   in   her   next   question.   "after?   why,   thinking   about   asking   me   out?   "   he   joked   as   he   tried   to   recall   any   plans   in   place.   "nothing   that   can't   be   canceled.   "

 ⠀⠀ she was honestly just surprised he even put it on, even if it was for a meeting with his father. it was so different from his usual attire, she didn’t know how to react to it. though she wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t look really good in it, because he definitely did.
             ⠀⠀ “your father sounds like a peach,” sarcasm dripped from her words like the venom dripped from a snakes fangs. from what she’s heard about silas’ father, she didn’t like him one bit and she hadn’t even met the guy! “maybe, but i’d hope you have the decency to ask me before you did. my thoughts can be quite random and sometimes concerning, so you’ll never really know what to expect.” she gave a shrug before she looked him up and down once or twice, not even trying to check him out, simply just trying to paint this moment in her mind. she would definitely make jokes about this specific interaction later, whenever she would ever get the chance. “what’re you doing after this meeting of yours?”

@scornedartist,⠀   &&. ⠀⠀silas   did   his   best   to   ignore   the   jubilation   that   shined   through   her   expression.   he   knew   he   looked   good,   it's   often   what   got   him   from   point   a   to   point   b,   but   all   this   over   a   suit?   he   wasn't   initially   sure   what   to   make   of   it.   despite   that   though,   he   stood   tall.
                  "an   entirely   pointless   press   meeting   with   my   father.   "   he   admitted.   it   was   no   secret   that   he   still   had   contact   with   his   father.   after   past   events,   he   had   to   keep   up   with   appearances.   make   the   world   believe   he   was   no   danger   to   lives.   he   quickly   switched   gears   though,   hating   to   dwell   on   anything   that   didn't   bring   immediate   joy   and/or   gratification.   "enjoy   it   while   you   have   it,   hmm?   don't   forget   i   can   peek   at   those   thoughts   in   there.   "   he   motioned   to   her   head   before   buttoning   a   few   buttons   on   his   jacket.