“If A Man Treats A Life Artistically, His Brain Is His Heart.”

Life with the jade and emerald tinted object had been torturous, yet Silas couldn’t manage to let it go. A week had gone by with him knowing there was something wrong with it, some curse that had been placed, and the cubi still couldn’t manage to keep his fingers from glazing over its sheen. Studying its ridges as it played with the dim lights inside the back of his shop. Even started carrying it around, terrified that someone else might take it. He continually told himself that if it wasn’t him taking the burden on, that it would be someone else but Silas knew it was just an act to keep it close to himself. Anyone that caught eye of the scale immediately induced panic within his being, so his pant pocket was the only logical place for it to stay until he understood more. It wasn’t as if he knew its origins completely, just some various lore from the library and anything Kasandra could explain given her similar condition. Sleep had been replaced with nightmares and late-night walks, muse for anything artistic all but lost when the hour was so late that he felt his shop walls closing in on him. That’s precisely where the cubi was now, feet patting up and down the sidewalks of town with eye bags that could be seen from at least a block away. ‘This cannot last,’ bubbled in his thoughts as the silhouette of a public bench came near and he instinctively headed towards it, ‘Go-saeng kkeut-e nag-i on-da*.’

@leightonhaywood​

cxnnxrmorgan‌:

The past few weeks had treated Connor to a rollercoaster he wasn’t adequately prepared for. The blade he’d found buried in Scylla’s chest still left him with no answers, and a whole lot of stress to add to his already tense shoulders. The biography he’d chosen revolved around the deceased Goddess. As Silas answered, he smiled softly and nodded, “I understand. I’d hate to trouble you,” he’d settled on the floor, face upturned toward the other man. He was making a feeble attempt at not outright staring but- it was hard. “My name is Connor,” he reached upward to offer a handshake, “and I feel like I’ve seen you around quite a bit. Could just be my mind playing tricks though.”

“It’s really no bother,” the cubi replied as he looked down at what the stranger was carrying. He recognized the scales immediately and felt his stomach turn slightly at the image, the very item still being carried in his pocket days after the fiasco. He had been more than obsessed with it, but hardly wanted to seem desperate at what exactly the brunette was researching. Silas had been doing some of his own digging, even if the book now within his grasp had nothing to do with the Goddess. “Silas,” free hand moving to shake his, “Could have seen me. I run a shop on the main street.” There weren’t many Korean’s running shops in downtown Corinth, so it was highly likely that he had been seen before. Connor had a familiarity as well and kept getting hits of freshly baked bread as he stood before the cubi.

kieratandanu‌:

      “Hand wrapped? What a service.” Kiera smiled as she leaned over the boxes, considering her choice for a moment. Her aunt was an affectionate woman though, and so she quickly made her decision and pointed towards the box with the words on them. “I think I’ll take that one. I think she’ll love it.” She also liked reusing boxes such as this one, so Kiera was happy with her choice as she leaned against the counter. “Do you hand wrap everything you sell?”, she asked curiously, always interested in how other people handled their shops, whether they involved food or not.

“Yes, especially when I know it's a gift,” he replied as his hands fiddled with paper and bubble wrap. The sound made it a bit hard for the cubi’s softer voice to talk over, but managed to get the message across regardless. It was nice to get questioned on his work, even for something as simple as hand wrapping. It meant that someone was interested in more than what they wanted, curious about the workings of others. “You see what I do daily, how about yourself?” charcoal hues were still fixed on the task at hand, but was always interested in how his customer’s lived and their day to day life.

The artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before art is born, the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of his own creation.

Auguste Rodin (via wordsnquotes)

I like observing people. I like looking at things.

Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out  (via slytherinwritess)

gabrielxnikephoros​:

Gabriel had idly wondered how Silas had fared during the entire ordeal, though the other incubus had drifted from his mind after their argument. He’d told himself that he didn’t need to take care of the other cubi in the city, not when he had his own issues to deal with – and with the exception of Kasandra. Fran, Silas, and Chris were going to have to just deal. Though that didn’t mean he didn’t care, it was just difficult for him to maintain any kind of balance in his personal life. 

The sound of Silas’ voice only made him frown, the usual joy he felt seeing the other somewhat tampered by their last conversation. Setting the book down, he looked at his friend, “Being one of the only librarians here, I can take a break whenever I want.” He flipped the little sign around on the desk to say “on break,” looking at the other incubus expectantly. “Do you need something?”

Being ruthless and unfeeling was never in Silas’s dna. Even after all these years, along with the transition into an incubus, it was hard for him to altogether let go of the person he was in the past. He felt that now more than ever as the guilt was more prominent than before, charcoal irises locking onto Gabriel’s solemn expression, and gave him an empathetic look in return. Gabe wasn’t the one that had lied or acted out of his usual ways, Silas had. Now that the Kyun was mostly back to himself, bags still present under his eyes even with all the sleep, it was easy for him to stick with the path of patience. “I just want to apologize for the way I acted and treated you,” the words came out smooth and heartfelt. It wasn’t hard for him to admit when he had behaved in the wrong fashion, to confront the issue and take accountability, “A friend should never be treated so poorly.” Silas allowed the silence to take over from there, not wanting to add more onto what should be simple. He had overstepped his boundaries once and it was now in Gabriel’s hands to either forgive or keep their divide. How things had been since the two parted ways was hardly any of the fellow cubi’s concern and the destruction of the scale was information he would only give if asked.

anaxcavallero‌:

“What on earth is this meant to be?” The woman held a particular trinket aloft, dubious of its use or even worth as she scoured Knick Knack in a mild effort to entertain herself. Most of the various items were a far cry from revolutionary to Ana, however she did glean some semblance of amusement from antagonizing the store owner… Regardless of how alluring he might appear. Hues skirted along the notepad lying open at the front counter, her prior item laid beside it as she observed the drawings. “He sketches. Is this a quirky little past time or should I be searching for your name in the newspaper comics?” @silaskyun​

“Both,” the cubi quickly replied, not looking up as the brunette continued to look around the shop. He was used to this kind of behavior from Ana when she came in, not all objects appealing to the vampire and finding many of them worth mocking. Silas honestly didn’t mind. Not all of his knacks were meant for all tastes and his years of hardship had given him especially thick skin. “I’ve done this as a quirk and for money in newspapers, even some political comics if the money was right.” A statement that held a lot of truth, although he wasn’t sure if anyone could actually find his works anymore. War and time had destroyed a lot of things from his past, some was still probably sitting in an artifact collection back in Korea just collecting dust.