Recent content by Silas Artesto

"I'm fine enough." Silas replied as he secured his pack to his horse and pulled himself up onto its back. They wouldn't be doing much in the way of experimenting on this leg of the trip, it seemed. Bit of a bummer, but it sounded like they were going to get enough action to make up for it in...

"Sometimes," Silas admitted, "I wonder what it would have been like to have siblings. The guards I grew up with were kind of like siblings, but they were all so much older than me. We didn't have any common interests." Artesto was, and would always be grateful for the Guard sheltering him...

Any remaining illusion of professionalism or responsibility was thrown out of the window as Rhidian lifted him up high into the air as though he'd just won the AnirBall Championships. Silas spread his arms out and looked skyward, posing as if he were a trophy. "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?" He...

Silas woke up groggy and unfocused. Even as he sat up in the bed a blanket of fog seemed to drape over his mind, his eyelids drooping in defeat every time he tried to pull them open. Ugh, how on earth did he have a hangover when he hadn't had a sip to drink? A hand came to his face, a grumble of...

"Me neither. I don't even know if the city had one up until now." Silas admitted. A soft, content little smile settled onto his lips as Zinnia nestled into him, and his arm naturally wrapped around her waist and pulled her in closer. "I'm glad they made something out of that mess. It was...

Maybe it was the whiskey that Okko had given him rushing to his head a lot faster than he'd expected, but Silas was beginning to feel more than a little overwhelmed by the banter between the three siblings. Oh, he was good at endearing himself to people, and he'd never had an issue in fitting in...

Silas fell into the chair offered to him with a sigh, not even bothering to ask what commotion the two of them had just missed. Whatever it was, he would have bet on these three girls over any rambunctious bar patron. The poor bastards wouldn't have any idea what they were getting themselves...

The little reactions he was able to draw from Livia were the only anchor he had in this place, the only familiarity he could cling to in an environment where he was vastly out of his element. Maybe Okko wasn't exactly what he'd call prim and proper, but he did have that air of refinement that...

There was an absolute mess of desires and feelings in Silas' head as Houri reluctantly pulled away from him. He wanted to keep dancing with her, wanted to feel her lips against his again, wanted to do more, to feel more of her, in ways he probably shouldn't have been thinking about. It was...

Dipping into the drinks before they'd even had dinner seemed as though it might be a bit out of order to Silas. After all, it wouldn't very well make a good impression on the Quinnick Matriarch if she arrived home not only to find her daughter had brought her boyfriend home without a proper...

Neither of them had any idea what they fuck they were doing, but the whole reason Rhid had drug him out here was to try and find out. Silas loved the guy, but he wasn't going to sit around all night twiddling his thumbs while Rhidian beat up rocks. It sounded about as boring as an escort mission...

Silas shared in Houri's mixed emotions. The music hadn't stopped, and (most) of the people around them hadn't stopped dancing. It was rather rude to stop partway through, and Silas certainly didn't want to seem as though he'd lost interest in having this moment with her because something else...

Silas winced at the ghastly sound the piano made as his makeshift trap wreaked havoc on the thing, pulling his hood tight around his head in the hopes that maybe it would muffle some of the commotion that they'd just brought about. Artesto and Garrick quickly slid from their quiet booth and made...

Silas stashed away the bottle in the pack he had slung over his shoulder and grinned at his messy-haired date. She'd taken that one much better, and it had made that particular dash about ten times easier than it would have been had she been stiff and afraid. "Well, I could probably outrun...

Artesto was less worried about surviving dinner as he was surviving the whiplash that came with Quill not at all dismissing the idea of marrying him when Okko brought it up. They'd only been together for a few months, but she didn't seem even slightly put off by the question, not even a blush...