[ There's so much to recoil from that Silco is just as taken aback as Quetz is. His hands don't loosen at first, but he's already trying to pull his head back and away from her hand, trying to touch him, and that ugly, smeared scar on his face -- the one that's half-covered with leftover makeup and streaked and messy, and the ugliness underneath is stark. Silco's clearly covered it up, Quetz probably could have seen it during their fight too, how he carefully keeps it in check, and how nobody really sees how deep the rot goes -- until moments like this, underneath the tree, where people can see after a while, how he's covered it up.
Quetz tries to touch that, and she tries to commune with him, and it's revulsion/anger/disgust/hate all in one discordant pop of emotion. He wouldn't be able to stop it, even if he did have control over his emotions -- something he decidedly did not have right now -- and Quetz is left with the sheer force of it, how much he dislikes it. Everything. Her. The tree. The knowing tone she'd eluded to something he so carefully kept secret. Her reaching out to him, something that comes coupled with a lack of understanding so deep that she can sense the gap between them.
She speaks of love, and worth, and Silco knows that it is something that cannot just be given freely. He has no concept of that now, and any possibility of that was left drowned and buried over a decade ago when he'd been discarded for being inconvenient.
All of that is to say, that Silco is so wrapped up in trying to get her away (while still trying to choke her) that he doesn't really hear the words she communes to him, and instead he's left with surprise when she's suddenly pulled away from him, and his arm pops and there's a sick sensation of wet dislocation and pain that both of his eyes are wide and unblinking. His hands obviously loosen, and she's already pulled away. He may be experienced with pain, but that does not make it any easier to deal with, and he's left wheezing and paralyzed by it for long enough that she can get away. Hell, if it weren't for the fact that Set would probably not let her, she could have killed him at that moment, as he was so vulnerable and weak.
One hand claws at his arm, and he exudes such pure, incandescent rage. It's blinding, hot, and swallows everything. He won't chase after her -- can't, even if he were to stumble up and follow, he's too weak and powerless to do anything, and he knows it -- but his mind revolves around something Sebastian said recently, about renegotiating, and it's thundering in his head like a mantra.
Because getting hurt in public seems to be the way to motivate Silco to turn a demon on someone. ]
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Quetz tries to touch that, and she tries to commune with him, and it's revulsion/anger/disgust/hate all in one discordant pop of emotion. He wouldn't be able to stop it, even if he did have control over his emotions -- something he decidedly did not have right now -- and Quetz is left with the sheer force of it, how much he dislikes it. Everything. Her. The tree. The knowing tone she'd eluded to something he so carefully kept secret. Her reaching out to him, something that comes coupled with a lack of understanding so deep that she can sense the gap between them.
She speaks of love, and worth, and Silco knows that it is something that cannot just be given freely. He has no concept of that now, and any possibility of that was left drowned and buried over a decade ago when he'd been discarded for being inconvenient.
All of that is to say, that Silco is so wrapped up in trying to get her away (while still trying to choke her) that he doesn't really hear the words she communes to him, and instead he's left with surprise when she's suddenly pulled away from him, and his arm pops and there's a sick sensation of wet dislocation and pain that both of his eyes are wide and unblinking. His hands obviously loosen, and she's already pulled away. He may be experienced with pain, but that does not make it any easier to deal with, and he's left wheezing and paralyzed by it for long enough that she can get away. Hell, if it weren't for the fact that Set would probably not let her, she could have killed him at that moment, as he was so vulnerable and weak.
One hand claws at his arm, and he exudes such pure, incandescent rage. It's blinding, hot, and swallows everything. He won't chase after her -- can't, even if he were to stumble up and follow, he's too weak and powerless to do anything, and he knows it -- but his mind revolves around something Sebastian said recently, about renegotiating, and it's thundering in his head like a mantra.
Because getting hurt in public seems to be the way to motivate Silco to turn a demon on someone. ]