Recent content by Silas Artesto

He'd touched a nerve there, it seemed. Rhidian could usually take a little bit of needling, but coupled with the attention he'd already been recieving from the rambunctious Guard, Silas supposed maybe he'd crossed a line. Lowering his chair back down, the Dreadlord waves a hand to his friend...

It was an absolute cop out, and Silas surged with frustration at the nerve she had to invoke the names of the other women who'd showed interest in him. That she would throw her rescue in his face as if he owed her for it, like she had any doubt he would have done the same in the blink of an eye...

"Oh yeah." Silas grinned over at the baby faced boy. Felix, he thought his name to be. "The Anirian Guard are regaled far and wide for their manners, don't you know?" Mockingly, Artesto placed one hand gently over his heart as he leaned back in his chair, lifting the front legs off of the...

Silas wasn't sure what the fuck was going on, when they'd started taking orders from this Kitra woman, or why Rhidian was so willing to go along with it all, but he found himself quickly drowned out in the conversation between the two of them. Not that it wasn't enlightening, and everything that...

The mug in front of Silas Artesto hadn't been so much as touched by the Dreadlord. He'd thought about taking a swig, a couple of times. Hell, the only way Rhidian had managed to convince him to come along was the promise of a stiff drink to wash away some of the pain that had been bothering him...

It became increasingly clear, with every word that Livia spoke, that she was incapable of seeing what she'd done to him. That was what hurt Silas the most. Not the secrecy, the running away, the lack of communication. No, it was the fact that even now, standing face to face with him, she'd not...

Kitra didn't seem keen on fighting them, which was really the only thing Silas had been a bit worried about. Still, her explanation had him scratching his head a bit. Artesto had been on some cloak and dagger, hush hush assignments, but never anything so convoluted as an off-the-books mission...

Only once Livia spoke back to him did Silas allow himself to be seen, his rapid movements slowing, the whipping winds he created waning to little more than a light breeze as the echoes of his movement began to fade into view, just as he skidded to a stop just on the other side of the dwindling...

The absolute nerve of her. After everything they'd gone through together, from that first hardship of finding that poor boy's corpse hidden away in an outhouse, to coming to terms with the fact that their physical attraction towards one another had been something more the entire time. After...

Silas would have rolled his eyes, were he not so frustrated with this entire clusterfuck of a situation. He'd said from the beginning that this mission smelled rank. They'd been told so little, given information in tidbits, like animals following a food trail. They'd never wanted Rhid and...

Silas could, by his own admission, be a smarmy and self-important bastard sometimes. When he was out in the field, moving faster than any of his teammates were even remotely capable of, dizzying even the most vicious of foes? Yeah, it was pretty damned easy to get a big head. Who could blame...

He'd never been so happy to pay a fee in all his life. He'd been practically begging for a moment alone with Quill all night, just to steal one kiss, ever so short, was exactly what made all the awkward tension he'd endured worth it. It came through on the cheesy grin on his lips, nearly...

Silas staggered back to his feet with some considerable effort; He could barely see straight after the impact he'd endured against the wall, and he only knew Rhidian was blowing the door when he felt the rush of destructive wind blowing back against his face. It was almost too dramatic to be...

The undeniable pressure in the cozy little sitting room slowly began to ease as it became less crowded.Okko was called away, and after nearly knocking the wind out Silas with an overeager pat on the back, bid his farewell. Idella was next, and Silas had a hard time deciding if she was truly...

The intricate doubling act that Silas was pulling to draw as much attention to himself as he could was effective enough, but mentally taxing just as much. All of his attention had to remain on maintaining his echoes, lest they fade and lose shape. The activity surrounding him, the efforts of his...