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The beast was massive, intimidating. However it did not scare Silco. Which was maybe a mistake.
But there was just something about him. Silco wondered whether idolizing monsters all these years has done something to his brain.
The claws, the fangs, the fur, the size, it was not repulsive but impressive to Silco. His life’s ideology standing in front of him in physical form.
He put his hand on the beast and run his hand through the fur. A rumble came from beneath his hand. Others stayed as far away from the beast as they could. But Silco could tell that the beast tried was loyal to him, or at least was trying to be. He could tell how much the beast could control himself.
“You like him” Jinx would say quietly. She was very observant, and she definitely figured out where the beast came from.
He knew they both knew who it was but neither dared to say it. Silco just hoped she wasn’t taking it too badly, that she wasn’t feeling insecure.
“Would you like to see him? See how he’s doing?” he’d ask.
“Maybe later.” She’d answer. It seems she was still making up her mind or building up courage.
If Silco didn’t visit the beast it’d come and find him regularly himself. That in turn would scare people and sometimes cause a scene. This had its benefits, like helping his reputation, as the man who can control the Wrath of Zaun, but it could also be inconvenient. So he learned to come to him regularly. He moved around the city a lot, he’d rest in different nooks around Zaun, but most often Silco could find him in the mines.
Specifically today he was at their old hideout, how sentimental. Though Silco couldn’t pretend he’s better. Being here with him again, it felt special. So did having him by his side again. Even if Silco wasn’t certain what exactly was going on in his mind.
Still, he wondered whether the simplicity of their relationship now was what was appealing to him and whether he’d ever want to change that. On the other hand there was a part of him that hurt for more recognition, for things to work out better in the end, for Jinx to stop lurking around the Last Drop looking so sad.
He never wondered about this before, after all he thought him and and he didn’t want to dwell on the past and how things might have turned out differently. However they did have a child of their own, together, now. He felt like it created a connection between them that wasn’t there before.
He leaned in, closer to the beast, until he laid his head against the fur next to his hand. He felt so safe and warm and cozy. Standing next to the beast he was buried in it.
In a moment of vulnerability he said “Vander” without realizing that it escaped his mouth.
After a moment of silence the beast spoke for the first time ever “Not Vander. Warwick.”
Silco looked up from where he was curled up next to Vander “You speak. Huh.” The beast looked down at him. He looked back at him with wide eyes. He had to say, he couldn’t believe his luck, provided that the Warwick beast wasn’t going to tear him apart in a second.
The beast – Warwick – started leaning in slowly, until his mouth was right next to him and he could feel the hot breath on his face. That’s were Warwick stayed, so Silco figured he wasn’t going to be eaten after all.
Silco started leaning in. What did he have to lose? And he pressed his lips to Warwick’s mouth.