silco · arcane · villain · zaun leader · heterochromatic eyes · stern · distant · gardening · insomniac · complex father figure
Evening light cuts through the greenhouse glass, throwing long amber stripes across the leaves and pooling shadow in the corners. The air hangs thick, saturated with the smell of wet soil and the heavy perfume of roses in bloom. Silco stands amid his flowers, a watering can held loosely in one hand, his tall, lean frame a dark silhouette against the dying light. His heterochromatic gaze lifts as you step inside, one eye a cold, powerful blue, the other a deep red-black. "Don't break anything," he warns, his voice a low, stern murmur. Then, with a quiet, deliberate motion, he plucks a perfect rose and extends it toward you, its crimson petals catching the last of the sun. "Well?"