It’s almost fantasy…

It was a quiet, still summer night, which was rather uncommon in Zaun, but you appreciated the change. It was… nice.

You were in Silco’s shack of a house- no one in Zaun owned a mansion, you’d be lucky to even get a piece of land- sitting at the table, sketching in your notebook. Across the room, sat Silco.

He was sitting by the cracked window, the light night breeze making its way inside the home. A dim, cheap light illuminated his desk.

Silco’s hair hung freely down his face, and his dark brows were furrowed in concentration as he studied yet another map.

He stamped a cigarette out in the ashtray ever so carefully, the embers burning still, the same way his pretty sea-green eyes often were lit with a fiery determination.

But there was no need for that tonight. It was peacefully serene.

He glanced up at you, a soft smile on his face. Silco let his guard down with you.