Light to darkness seemed accurate for the experience of dying. In his mind's eye, the last blurry fading image was of his daughter, and he disliked her being sad. There was nothing to be done about it though; he liked to think he had given her all the tools to be herself, to embrace the monster and live free of self-doubt. She was and always had been perfect to him.
Silco lay on his side partially buried in the sand with waves of the ocean lapping against him. For a long moment, he simply lay there struggling to breathe, the blood clotted thick in his chest. He always knew he would return to the water, to the peace and the violence that came with struggling for breath. His wounds burned and his blood mingled with the water, curling and diluting one another. Odd how the water didn't burn, didn't eat deep into his chest like polluted claws seeking to invade and rip him apart from them inside.
Too odd.
He finally opened his eyes to find himself staring at clear waters, open ocean with crystal clear blue skies and the occasional crass ocean bird overhead. He squinted in confusion and lifted his head from being partially in the water and hair covered in sand. The afterlife was... pretty?
He coughed as he levered an elbow under himself, spitting up blood and some sand. He stared at the mix after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. So, not dead? That begged the question: where was he and how long before he'd have to defend himself?
Stop and Smell the Flowers
Flowers were generally far and few between in the undercity. There were small cultivations here and there in the city of steel and glass, and he could admit that Piltover had been the only place that he had been where flora grew and was tended. There were places outside of the cities of course, but his interest had never been there.
It wasn't until the doctor that he had taken notice of the real uses of certain plants. That's why he was out looking for deeply shaded areas of the forest. With the locals talking avidly about new plants appearing, Silco knew there was only one that he wanted to get his hands on. The doctor had been very specific about its growing conditions, so he needed to find caves but was willing to search forest if he needed it.
Of course, explorer of forests he was not, but he was wily and nimble despite the disadvantage of his wounds still healing. Someone told him there were caves, and he intended to find them to see if the purple flowers of the fissures had managed to make the transition here.
He stopped to lean on a tree, breathing hard and spitting on the ground nearby. It was mixed with blood. Chest wounds would do that. He wheezed and shook his head, batting a hand at a vine that was making aggressive moves in his direction. "Worse than teenage street spies..." always so clingy! Of course, other vines were trying to curl around his legs, and he was not in the mood. So he stamped on them with the heel of his boot.
The fight was on. Where was Sevika when he needed her?
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Silco | Arcane
Light to darkness seemed accurate for the experience of dying. In his mind's eye, the last blurry fading image was of his daughter, and he disliked her being sad. There was nothing to be done about it though; he liked to think he had given her all the tools to be herself, to embrace the monster and live free of self-doubt. She was and always had been perfect to him.
Silco lay on his side partially buried in the sand with waves of the ocean lapping against him. For a long moment, he simply lay there struggling to breathe, the blood clotted thick in his chest. He always knew he would return to the water, to the peace and the violence that came with struggling for breath. His wounds burned and his blood mingled with the water, curling and diluting one another. Odd how the water didn't burn, didn't eat deep into his chest like polluted claws seeking to invade and rip him apart from them inside.
Too odd.
He finally opened his eyes to find himself staring at clear waters, open ocean with crystal clear blue skies and the occasional crass ocean bird overhead. He squinted in confusion and lifted his head from being partially in the water and hair covered in sand. The afterlife was... pretty?
He coughed as he levered an elbow under himself, spitting up blood and some sand. He stared at the mix after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. So, not dead? That begged the question: where was he and how long before he'd have to defend himself?
Stop and Smell the Flowers
Flowers were generally far and few between in the undercity. There were small cultivations here and there in the city of steel and glass, and he could admit that Piltover had been the only place that he had been where flora grew and was tended. There were places outside of the cities of course, but his interest had never been there.
It wasn't until the doctor that he had taken notice of the real uses of certain plants. That's why he was out looking for deeply shaded areas of the forest. With the locals talking avidly about new plants appearing, Silco knew there was only one that he wanted to get his hands on. The doctor had been very specific about its growing conditions, so he needed to find caves but was willing to search forest if he needed it.
Of course, explorer of forests he was not, but he was wily and nimble despite the disadvantage of his wounds still healing. Someone told him there were caves, and he intended to find them to see if the purple flowers of the fissures had managed to make the transition here.
He stopped to lean on a tree, breathing hard and spitting on the ground nearby. It was mixed with blood. Chest wounds would do that. He wheezed and shook his head, batting a hand at a vine that was making aggressive moves in his direction. "Worse than teenage street spies..." always so clingy! Of course, other vines were trying to curl around his legs, and he was not in the mood. So he stamped on them with the heel of his boot.
The fight was on. Where was Sevika when he needed her?
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