Veilsight

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Silas felt a shiver crawl up his spine as Daria's fingers tangled in his dark locks, his own hands holding her in place. One around her hip, pinning her to the bed, his other free hand moving up to tangle in the delicate locks of her hair. "You're beautiful," he whispered against her lips, his teeth gently grazing on her bottom lip, not wanting to hurt her, but desperate for more. More of her taste, her voice, anything that she was willing to give him, he wanted.

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Silas's grin only seemed to widen if that was even possible, his smile turning wolfish as he tore his grey eyes away from Daria to look around the hall to make sure there was nobody watching them. His eyes lingered on a pair of people: that girl he had seen at the gates of the school on the first day, and that strange boy who had tripped him. None of them would be any trouble, he figured. Then when he was sure, he turned in one swift movement and walked back into his room, kicking the door shut behind them and laying Daria down on the bed, pressing his lips against hers once again the first chance that he got.

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Silas grinned widely at her response, his perfect white teeth flashing in the light of the hallway, his heart skipping a beat at her words. Girlfriend. The title felt foreign to him. Yet it also felt right, perfect. She was his girlfriend, and he would kill anyone who so much as touched a hair on her head without his permission. He hummed in approval as he kissed him on the neck, a mischievous grin taking over his face. "We could always skip class," he purred, returning the kiss with one on her cheek. "Stay in my room, get to know each other a little more. Make out until neither of us can breathe anymore," he hummed, pulling away to meet her gaze, keeping her held securely in his arms. "What do you think about that idea?"

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Silas was completely lost in the kiss, in the feeling of Daria's lips moving against his own. He couldn't remember his dreams last night, but he knew that this was better than anything he could have imagined. He allowed Daria to pull away from the kiss, despite how some part of him wanted to bring her soft, sweet lips back against his own and never let her leave. To be honest, he was breathless, in more ways than one, stunned, confused, but oh so happy, so very, very happy. He laughed softly at her question, a rumble that vibrated in his chest, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips. His first genuine smile in what felt like forever. "Only if you'll be my girlfriend," he responded, his tone gentle for once, not guarded, not cold, just real, genuine.

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Silas's heart stopped dead in his chest for a few solid beats before it started once again at a dangerously fast pace, his jaw went slack and dropped. He must look like a fool, completely stunned, with burning red cheeks, frozen to the spot. How could Daria like him? She hardly even knew him, he hardly knew himself? Nobody had ever loved him, not even his own parents, not that he remembered them much. Then before, he could even register what was going on, Daria was jumping up, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms tangling around his neck. Acting almost on instinct alone, Silas caught her, his arms supporting her frame, his mouth meeting hers. He didn't pull away. Although he didn't entirely know why. Perhaps it was because he had secretly wanted Daria to say that, or perhaps it was because he had been considering telling her the same thing. In any case, he didn't pull away. If anything, he leant into the kiss, the taste of her lips better then anything he had ever tasted before. She was like a drug and he was her biggest addict.

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Silas stood in the doorway, frozen in place, the studied nonchalance he usually projected completely abandoned. He watched Daria, his grey eyes widening in genuine surprise with every word that she spoke, his gaze fixed on her face, devouring every nuance of expression. As she spoke, he felt the blood rush to his head, filling his ears and making him almost dizzy with the sudden onslaught of emotion. His thoughts were racing, each one chasing after the next, tripping all of them in chaos as he tried to comprehend the implications of her words, her voice. His throat twisted tight in knots. Her voice, warm and melodic, was something he had never heard before, a symphony crafted just for him. The tone, the inflections, the way she emphasised certain words, all of it resonating within him with a force that shook him to his core. It pulled chords in his soul. His breath caught it, and he was falling for it. For her. uUck, what was wrong with him? He suddenly wanted her to keep talking to him, to fill the space between them with stories and laughter and confessions. He felt that he needed to say those words that were long on their way: Why Are You Talking To Me; Why Now!!

After giving a moment to process what was occurring, he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously, and gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod of his head, acknowledging her words, unable to trust his own voice, not entirely knowing where this was going, but honestly, he didn't care. If only he got to watch Daria for just a moment longer. A lifetime was not enough. An eternity would be too short. God, he was so pathetic.

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The monotonous rhythm of the days at Hermes Powder Academy began to blur together, each one indistinguishable from the last. Silas went through the motions, attending classes in body but not in spirit, his mind a million miles away from the droning lectures and arcane theories. He dutifully marked his presence, occupying a seat in the back row, his grey eyes scanning the room with a detached curiosity, cataloguing the faces and mannerisms of his fellow students. He ignored the facts and formulas because he wasn't here for the learning, no matter, he still existed here.

Of course, there was one exception to his disdain for the daily routine, or at least if he ignored the faces. Dinner. He definitely did not ignore that, and it was a highlight that stood out from the otherwise repetitive hum of the days at the Academy. The thought that he was actually able to keep himself satiated was enough for him to actually try in some aspects of his life, even the classes, to be able to live up to the expectations of himself.

Silas viewed the dining hall and the staff as his personal hunt. He approached to ensure that there wasn't someone waiting to ambush him or anything of the sort. It helped him to sleep better, almost as if he were a pet now. More like a caged wild animal. He carefully surveilled the room as he ate, ensuring that no one dared to go near his prey, noting the presence of that bully. Every night that he thought that the bully who had picked on Daria before was planning to attack him. Silas would make his death slow if the bully even tried. Silas made his way back to his room, a small haven of solitude and quiet in the midst of the bustling Academy. He ate his fill of pilfered food, letting hunger rest easy in his heart. Then, he fell back onto the bed and bundled himself up in the warm blankets, grateful for the chance to escape the day and the complicated stirrings in his own head and heart. His sleep came quickly and easily, pulling him into its warm embrace. For once, he slept soundly through the night, a rare and welcome respite from the restless sleep that more often plagued him. Although from what he could vaguely remember of his dreams, they all centred around Daria to some extent, woven into fantastical and elaborate scenarios. He was in love, and he was planning to ruin her life; that was probably love. Right? Silas was doomed.

His dream was suddenly and rudely cut short by a loud, insistent knocking on his door, jolting Silas awake and catapulting him from the depths of sleep into a state of instant alert. In an instant, Silas was up, bolting upright with the speed of a coiled snake. Every waking moment was a dance around a potential for destruction because that kept the hate alive. He reached under his pillow, his fingers instinctively closing around the familiar hilt of the knife he always kept at the ready. Moving with cat-like silence, Silas crept to the wooden door, his bare feet making no sound on the worn floorboards. Some habits would never change. His hand rested against the cold doorknob, his heart hammering in his chest as suspicion ate at him

In a single, fluid motion, he threw the door open, his grey eyes widening in disbelief as he looked at who it was, realising it was Daria who stood before him and not some punk looking for revenge as he had originally feared. That made him even more confused because Daria was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever laid eyes on. He couldn't help it. A rush of confused fluster brought a rush down his face. It took him only a fleeting glance for her eyes to linger on his half-naked body, clad in only a pair of ragged boxers, to register the sheer impropriety of the situation. Fuck, he had nearly stabbed her!

In an instant, mortification and self-consciousness crashed over him. He was aware of what he was and what he meant for her, which was everything, maybe. Heat flooded his cheeks. In a near-panic, he slammed the door in her face once more, his mind racing, he ran around to find clothes. His face twisted. Cursing himself for his unthinking impulsiveness. A fool!! He scrambled to gather his scattered clothes, fingers fumbling with buttons and laces as he tried to clothe himself with a speed bordering on frantic. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he considered himself presentable enough not to scare her.

He took a deep breath, attempting to regain some semblance of composure, and cautiously opened the door once again, managing a strained, awkward smile. “Hello~” he managed, his voice attempting a level of smoothness he was far from feeling right at the moment. The word sounded wet and wrong on his tongue; she wouldn't shut up. He couldn't help but wonder why this woman was going so far for him. Was that genuine?

꧁✧𝒯𝒽ℯ ℒ𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒱𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇ℯ ℋ𝓊𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓇✧꧂

Me as well!

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Silas’s simmering rage intensified as he watched the strange boy, the one with baggy jeans, who had been the cause of his crashing fall. The boy, seemingly without a care in the world, hurried off as if his collision with Silas had been nothing more than a mild inconvenience. Silas's scowl deepened, and his knuckles were clenching at his sides.
He was torn between grudging admiration for the boy’s nonchalant audacity and a simmering, white-hot fury at being made a fool of. He was ready to unleash a torrent of hell, and this new person had the nerve to walk away from him. Did he have a death wish? He would give him a bullet to the head if he wasn't afraid someone would snitch on him; no, he wouldn't waste it on that poor excuse of a teenager.

Scoffing derisively, Silas brushed off his slightly dirtied clothes, carefully removing all physical evidence of his undignified tumble. He stood up, his eyes narrowing while he glared balefully at anyone who so much as looked like they were contemplating making eye contact with him. His mouth was already forming expletives on his tongue; luckily, he didn't shout them. So what, he was a horrible person.
He forced his way towards the spot he had been occupying only minutes ago, before his world had been rudely disrupted by Ari, a spot where he could watch Daria talk, his mind in a twisted kind of trance with all sorts of fantasies, just for a fleeting bit. As he approached, a bitter envy that he couldn't understand washed over him, tainting his insides with something close to jealousy.
Ari. That was the boy’s name. Silas filed it away, engraving it into his memory alongside countless others he'd collected. He couldn't decide whether it was to put in the back of his head lest he be called that to himself, his name not being that, or whether he would torment the other into going insane.
He remained silent, a silent observer to their interaction, the anger starting to abate slowly. A hint of amusement flickered in his grey eyes as he took in Daria’s reaction to Ari's light words, the delicate blush returning to her cheeks.
A strange echo of that warmth he had been trying to suppress responded in kind, causing his own cheeks to flush slightly. He was blushing again! The day was only getting worse. Silas couldn't help but scoff once again.

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Silas observed her reaction with his steel-grey eyes slightly widened, a wave of foreign and unfamiliar emotions surging through him. This was not how things were supposed to be; this was not how he was supposed to react. He cursed the blush that was rapidly rising up to paint his cheeks in a hot, mortifying flush. Fuck! He felt that unwanted warmth blossoming not even a centimetre beneath his skin, the blood rushing to his cheeks once more. Panic, raw and visceral, began to claw its way up his throat, threatening to choke off his composure. His heart went wild. He felt like crying, and he hated it. He needed to escape, to put distance between himself and whatever strange magic this woman possessed. He needed to escape the fire that was forming in him. She was a beautiful girl. This wasn't normal-- it was supposed to be him making the girl flustered, not the other way around. Oh fuck, he barely even knew this girl. If anything, she would be running away from him.

"Right," he blurted out, his voice emerging a little harsher and more abrupt than he had intended, the words scraping against the silence like a broken record. His grey eyes, snapping out of their momentary spell, found a strange boy who was observing them, something he did not like. The boy had baggy jeans, messy, fluffy black hair, and a tight black shirt. He wasn't sure why the other party was relevant, but there he was. Silas frowned, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. After taking in this strange boy, he forced himself to drag his attention back to Daria. "Well, I hope that you stay-um, alright," he stuttered, the carefully constructed facade of effortless cool crumbling around him. His words came out jerky and awkward, like a poorly written script, and he had the intention to leave before it got any weirder. "H-have a good day then," he choked out, before turning abruptly and moving to hurry away; he wanted to leave for his dorm room before he got the chance to make a bigger fool of himself. "Bye," he said as a last resort.

He managed only a meagre few steps before disaster struck, a jarring interruption to his hasty retreat. A sudden, unexpected force slammed into him with brutal force, throwing him completely off balance and sending him crashing to the ground. The impact knocked the breath from his lungs, expelling the air in a painful huff. A blinding flash of pain lanced through his skull as his head connected hard with the unforgiving stone floor. He went down with a crash. He was sure that everyone in the hallway could hear him, which pissed him off to another degree.

Rage, sudden and volcanic, erupted within him, washing away the last vestiges of his carefully controlled composure. "Get off of me before I make sure you never walk again!!" he shouted. The anger boiling in his veins, Silas’s face twisted into a fearsome snarl. The carefully-constructed mask of charm was gone, replaced with a savage expression that mirrored the darkness he usually sought to contain.