Silvanus: (He watches steadily, his fingers drumming on the back of the seat.)
Destro: (he's going to rip your fingers off, silvanus)
Destro: (he might be considering that now)
Silvanus: I've never seen you so wound up about any of your.
Destro: (Watching those fuCking fingers tapping against his fuCking couch)
Silvanus: (Hm.)
Silvanus: Acquaintances.
Silvanus: (People used and tossed aside, or killed, or paid to go.)
Destro: (silvanus is getting an open-palm swat, heavy-hitting swat, against the side of the head, swift and sudden.)
Destro: (well yes that is all true BUT BESIDE THE POINT U SHIT >:C)
Silvanus: Hey! (He swats back, but from an awkward fallen over position on the sofa, it doesn't land well.)
Silvanus: You miserable old *fuck*.
Silvanus: Calm down!
Destro: (yeah he's gonna. dodge that. and grab that loose-swatting hand, yank it upward)
Destro: do you want that, silvanus?
Silvanus: My hand, or for you to get a hold of yourself?
Silvanus: (His voice is raised, and unfortunately-)
Silvanus: (Unfortunately, being grabbed brings him into better proximity to suckerpunch his brother in the side.)
Destro: (sharp smile, of, that's not the worst idea, taking the idiot's hand; he's done his best with his fuck of a brother and--)
Destro: (RUDE)
Silvanus: Now, STOp. I have a right to know!
Destro: (a curse barked as he sidesteps, grip on silvanus's wrist loosened.)
Silvanus: (He yanks away, rising to put some distance between them.)
Silvanus: (...And the sofa.)
Silvanus: (Distance AND the sofa.)
Destro: 'i have a RIGHT to know.'
Destro: you scarcely have a right to exist, brother.
Silvanus: He hasn't done much for your disposition at all, has he?
Destro: (100% taking a quick step closer, teeth bared)
Silvanus: (He's not teasing anymore. His mouth is set in a frown, and he draws a hand up in a loose fist - )
Silvanus: (WILL FITE U back off )
Destro: (super. super. scared. :|)
Destro: (GO AHEAD FOREST BOY PUNCH HIM LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS >:C)
Destro: (BRING THE FIGHT >:O)
Silvanus: (Something. Catches his attention. A movement in the corner of his eye. He doesn't look over to see, but he thinks in the ruckus, in the shouting -)
Silvanus: (The door must have opened.)
Silvanus: (He spreads his hands, surrendering.)
Destro: ...
Silvanus: Okay. All right.
Destro: (wise choice, destro thinks. not entirely convinced his brother's run through with his antics, but knowing silvanus is usually - usually - smart enough to keep from pushing over the edge.)
Silvanus Destro, really. I'm only curious. I certainly have no intention of upsetting your routine.
Destro: (fuck, but he came close.)
Destro: don't fuck with me.
Silvanus: (Earnestly - apparently:)
Silvanus: I'm not. Not in the least.
Silvanus: I didn't come for money; I don't mind doing a good turn for you now and then.
Silvanus: I wanted to know if it was true. About a young man you favor.
Silvanus: (He shrugs, looking utterly. Mostly. Sincere. And not looking at the door.)
Destro: (it almost throws him. the show of sincerity (how silvanus manages to present himself as earnest, to be disarming even in the midst of asininity). it's a ploy; it always is. but it might be a sign that the idiot's at the edge of backing off.)
Destro: looking for gossip, silvanus.
Silvanus: Of course.
Destro: say it as it iS.
Silvanus: But!
Destro: :|
Silvanus: *But*. That isn't mutually exclusive with my desire to see you settled.
Silvanus: And to know what sort of companion you've found
Destro: (that. doesn't. make a goddamn piece of sense.)
Destro: what in fuck's name is in your head.
Silvanus: (He looks off, ostensibly at the ceiling, contemplating this question.)
Destro: altruistic's a bad ploy from you.
Silvanus: (Gets a good look at the altmer, who has taken up a loitering sort of stance in the entranceway. Eavesdropping.)
Silvanus: Well. They did rather make it sound like you're enamored of the boy.
Destro: (he's still annoyed, still bristling, but this is a little easier to manage. this idle toying, he can bat away. (and maybe he's relaxed his guard jsut a little. and maybe the combination of still-bristling irritation and a shaken defense isn't the best situation, and--))
Destro: (……………………………………….)
Destro: ...i beg your pardon.
Destro: (it does and doesn't sound like his voice.)
Silvanus: (Oh, rich. Rich, to see - Enron? Enrion? The Altmer's face light up with warmth, with a smile.)
Silvanus: (Silvanus nods, to Destro's question and to the boy, his smile for them both. And Enrion smiles back. Trusting little pup.)
Silvanus: You know. Smitten.
Silvanus: I've never seen you in love before -
Destro: (this shouldn't be a... topic of conversation. he can feel himself numbing, can feel the scene growing distant, and this. isn't. territory open for discussion. (this is nothing he would ever permit.) (this is nothing that can be known. could be known, were it ever a thing.))
Silvanus: I wouldn't really know the look of it.
Destro: SILVANUS.
Destro: (not loud, but harsh, forceful)
Destro: (he. needs to. dial back. he's giving too much away, he--)
Silvanus: (Enrion starts, but Silvanus holds steady, his eyes seeking Destro's, wide and aghast again.)
Destro: you give too much heed to idle chatter.
Destro: (and.)
Silvanus: (Silvanus's head cocks questioningly.)
Destro: you and i both know i've not heart for... (teeth gritting as he looks for a thought, or feigns to look for a thought)
Destro: ('no')
Destro: being' smitten’. as you've pointed out many - MANY - times before, i'm too far gone for that.
Destro: listen to yourself, brother.
Destro: 'love.'
Destro: you know what i am.
Destro: your gossips have gotten to your head.
Silvanus: (Silvanus doesn't see Enrion's hopeful pleasure leech away, but he can imagine it. And he'd like to. Drive that final stake home.)
Silvanus: Oh. Hm.
Destro: ...
Silvanus: (He frowns.) I. Really had thought -
Destro: ....
Silvanus: Not in love at all, then?
Silvanus: Pity.
Silvanus: (He does look terribly disappointed.)
Silvanus: It would have done you a world of good. Are you quite sure?
Destro: (destro doesn't trust that look at all. IF silvanus is disappointed, it's at not having word direct from the horse's mouth. and if destro can divert his brother from this (dire) (not anyone's business) (difficult to approach, let alone fucking speaK) subject, he'll be in the clear, and silvanus might scuttle off for another six or seven months.)
Destro: (so, rolling on with the almost-ease and cool seeming-certainty he's manufactured through speaking-)
Destro: you'll be disappointed to know i am indeed QUITE sure.
Destro: and you sound like a complete fool, speaking of love at all.
Destro: what use, silvanus?
Destro: it's nothing for me.
Destro: (he feels very certain he is going to be rid of this pest thank fuck. (feels a little... guilty, maybe? about what he's said, but. what's said to silvanus doesn't matter. and he'll. he'll give the boy extra care tonight. to make up for it.))
Silvanus: (Silvanus hums, nodding rather mournfully. His attention drifts sideways - oh, poor puppy, slumped back against the wall, his eyes unfixed and his brow furrowed.)
Silvanus: I see. I see. (And now Silvanus nods more pointedly, and then gestures a vague index finger in the same direction.)
Silvanus: Does he know that?
Destro: (which is when time turns still.)
Destro: (which is when the ground falls away - precarious ground he'd built through lies that shouldn't matter (lies that might matter) (lies running his spine frozen))
Silvanus: (Lies that didn't fool Silvanus even a little. :|)
Destro: - and the air turns stifling turns noxious turns thick, too thick to breathe.)
Destro: (shitshitshit)
Destro: (Destro's current response is absolutely not unconfirming anything silvanus has seen. 100% that's horror written clear in his expression - wide eyes gone blank, lip wrenched mortified, hands falling to his side)
Silvanus: (Well, that's a look.)
Destro: (it's a wonder he's still standing. and he knows he should turn. he should confirm... what he suspects. (What he knows. what silvanusw as playing to for... how much of this? how long has... has...)
Destro: (there's terror in anticipation. there will be loss in looking. and still, he can't leave the question unseen. can't not confirm the worst of it, and for the first time since his brother entered, destro tears his focus away, glancing over and sideways, looking for-)
Silvanus: (He really doesn't look like he knew, Silvanus thinks of saying. But maybe the better part of valor just now is to leave before Destro recovers himself.)
Destro: (oh, puppy.)
Destro: (and, softly, unaware of his own speaking or voice-) enri.
Silvanus: (Silvanus slips out the back door, offering a sympathetic look over his shoulder at, ha, Enri, as he goes.)
Destro: (this is loss. he doesn't know how he's so certain, he doesn't know why the world is falling into tatters, its every motion every could-be-motion ceasing. but. but.)
no subject
Silvanus: (He watches steadily, his fingers drumming on the back of the seat.)
Destro: (he's going to rip your fingers off, silvanus)
Destro: (he might be considering that now)
Silvanus: I've never seen you so wound up about any of your.
Destro: (Watching those fuCking fingers tapping against his fuCking couch)
Silvanus: (Hm.)
Silvanus: Acquaintances.
Silvanus: (People used and tossed aside, or killed, or paid to go.)
Destro: (silvanus is getting an open-palm swat, heavy-hitting swat, against the side of the head, swift and sudden.)
Destro: (well yes that is all true BUT BESIDE THE POINT U SHIT >:C)
Silvanus: Hey! (He swats back, but from an awkward fallen over position on the sofa, it doesn't land well.)
Silvanus: You miserable old *fuck*.
Silvanus: Calm down!
Destro: (yeah he's gonna. dodge that. and grab that loose-swatting hand, yank it upward)
Destro: do you want that, silvanus?
Silvanus: My hand, or for you to get a hold of yourself?
Silvanus: (His voice is raised, and unfortunately-)
Silvanus: (Unfortunately, being grabbed brings him into better proximity to suckerpunch his brother in the side.)
Destro: (sharp smile, of, that's not the worst idea, taking the idiot's hand; he's done his best with his fuck of a brother and--)
Destro: (RUDE)
Silvanus: Now, STOp. I have a right to know!
Destro: (a curse barked as he sidesteps, grip on silvanus's wrist loosened.)
Silvanus: (He yanks away, rising to put some distance between them.)
Silvanus: (...And the sofa.)
Silvanus: (Distance AND the sofa.)
Destro: 'i have a RIGHT to know.'
Destro: you scarcely have a right to exist, brother.
Silvanus: He hasn't done much for your disposition at all, has he?
Destro: (100% taking a quick step closer, teeth bared)
Silvanus: (He's not teasing anymore. His mouth is set in a frown, and he draws a hand up in a loose fist - )
Silvanus: (WILL FITE U back off )
Destro: (super. super. scared. :|)
Destro: (GO AHEAD FOREST BOY PUNCH HIM LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS >:C)
Destro: (BRING THE FIGHT >:O)
Silvanus: (Something. Catches his attention. A movement in the corner of his eye. He doesn't look over to see, but he thinks in the ruckus, in the shouting -)
Silvanus: (The door must have opened.)
Silvanus: (He spreads his hands, surrendering.)
Destro: ...
Silvanus: Okay. All right.
Destro: (wise choice, destro thinks. not entirely convinced his brother's run through with his antics, but knowing silvanus is usually - usually - smart enough to keep from pushing over the edge.)
Silvanus Destro, really. I'm only curious. I certainly have no intention of upsetting your routine.
Destro: (fuck, but he came close.)
Destro: don't fuck with me.
Silvanus: (Earnestly - apparently:)
Silvanus: I'm not. Not in the least.
Silvanus: I didn't come for money; I don't mind doing a good turn for you now and then.
Silvanus: I wanted to know if it was true. About a young man you favor.
Silvanus: (He shrugs, looking utterly. Mostly. Sincere. And not looking at the door.)
Destro: (it almost throws him. the show of sincerity (how silvanus manages to present himself as earnest, to be disarming even in the midst of asininity). it's a ploy; it always is. but it might be a sign that the idiot's at the edge of backing off.)
Destro: looking for gossip, silvanus.
Silvanus: Of course.
Destro: say it as it iS.
Silvanus: But!
Destro: :|
Silvanus: *But*. That isn't mutually exclusive with my desire to see you settled.
Silvanus: And to know what sort of companion you've found
Destro: (that. doesn't. make a goddamn piece of sense.)
Destro: what in fuck's name is in your head.
Silvanus: (He looks off, ostensibly at the ceiling, contemplating this question.)
Destro: altruistic's a bad ploy from you.
Silvanus: (Gets a good look at the altmer, who has taken up a loitering sort of stance in the entranceway. Eavesdropping.)
Silvanus: Well. They did rather make it sound like you're enamored of the boy.
Destro: (he's still annoyed, still bristling, but this is a little easier to manage. this idle toying, he can bat away. (and maybe he's relaxed his guard jsut a little. and maybe the combination of still-bristling irritation and a shaken defense isn't the best situation, and--))
Destro: (……………………………………….)
Destro: ...i beg your pardon.
Destro: (it does and doesn't sound like his voice.)
Silvanus: (Oh, rich. Rich, to see - Enron? Enrion? The Altmer's face light up with warmth, with a smile.)
Silvanus: (Silvanus nods, to Destro's question and to the boy, his smile for them both. And Enrion smiles back. Trusting little pup.)
Silvanus: You know. Smitten.
Silvanus: I've never seen you in love before -
Destro: (this shouldn't be a... topic of conversation. he can feel himself numbing, can feel the scene growing distant, and this. isn't. territory open for discussion. (this is nothing he would ever permit.) (this is nothing that can be known. could be known, were it ever a thing.))
Silvanus: I wouldn't really know the look of it.
Destro: SILVANUS.
Destro: (not loud, but harsh, forceful)
Destro: (he. needs to. dial back. he's giving too much away, he--)
Silvanus: (Enrion starts, but Silvanus holds steady, his eyes seeking Destro's, wide and aghast again.)
Destro: you give too much heed to idle chatter.
Destro: (and.)
Silvanus: (Silvanus's head cocks questioningly.)
Destro: you and i both know i've not heart for... (teeth gritting as he looks for a thought, or feigns to look for a thought)
Destro: ('no')
Destro: being' smitten’. as you've pointed out many - MANY - times before, i'm too far gone for that.
Destro: listen to yourself, brother.
Destro: 'love.'
Destro: you know what i am.
Destro: your gossips have gotten to your head.
Silvanus: (Silvanus doesn't see Enrion's hopeful pleasure leech away, but he can imagine it. And he'd like to. Drive that final stake home.)
Silvanus: Oh. Hm.
Destro: ...
Silvanus: (He frowns.) I. Really had thought -
Destro: ....
Silvanus: Not in love at all, then?
Silvanus: Pity.
Silvanus: (He does look terribly disappointed.)
Silvanus: It would have done you a world of good. Are you quite sure?
Destro: (destro doesn't trust that look at all. IF silvanus is disappointed, it's at not having word direct from the horse's mouth. and if destro can divert his brother from this (dire) (not anyone's business) (difficult to approach, let alone fucking speaK) subject, he'll be in the clear, and silvanus might scuttle off for another six or seven months.)
Destro: (so, rolling on with the almost-ease and cool seeming-certainty he's manufactured through speaking-)
Destro: you'll be disappointed to know i am indeed QUITE sure.
Destro: and you sound like a complete fool, speaking of love at all.
Destro: what use, silvanus?
Destro: it's nothing for me.
Destro: (he feels very certain he is going to be rid of this pest thank fuck. (feels a little... guilty, maybe? about what he's said, but. what's said to silvanus doesn't matter. and he'll. he'll give the boy extra care tonight. to make up for it.))
Silvanus: (Silvanus hums, nodding rather mournfully. His attention drifts sideways - oh, poor puppy, slumped back against the wall, his eyes unfixed and his brow furrowed.)
Silvanus: I see. I see. (And now Silvanus nods more pointedly, and then gestures a vague index finger in the same direction.)
Silvanus: Does he know that?
Destro: (which is when time turns still.)
Destro: (which is when the ground falls away - precarious ground he'd built through lies that shouldn't matter (lies that might matter) (lies running his spine frozen))
Silvanus: (Lies that didn't fool Silvanus even a little. :|)
Destro: - and the air turns stifling turns noxious turns thick, too thick to breathe.)
Destro: (shitshitshit)
Destro: (Destro's current response is absolutely not unconfirming anything silvanus has seen. 100% that's horror written clear in his expression - wide eyes gone blank, lip wrenched mortified, hands falling to his side)
Silvanus: (Well, that's a look.)
Destro: (it's a wonder he's still standing. and he knows he should turn. he should confirm... what he suspects. (What he knows. what silvanusw as playing to for... how much of this? how long has... has...)
Destro: (there's terror in anticipation. there will be loss in looking. and still, he can't leave the question unseen. can't not confirm the worst of it, and for the first time since his brother entered, destro tears his focus away, glancing over and sideways, looking for-)
Silvanus: (He really doesn't look like he knew, Silvanus thinks of saying. But maybe the better part of valor just now is to leave before Destro recovers himself.)
Destro: (oh, puppy.)
Destro: (and, softly, unaware of his own speaking or voice-) enri.
Silvanus: (Silvanus slips out the back door, offering a sympathetic look over his shoulder at, ha, Enri, as he goes.)
Destro: (this is loss. he doesn't know how he's so certain, he doesn't know why the world is falling into tatters, its every motion every could-be-motion ceasing. but. but.)