to be someone's.. silver, wasn't a bad thing but, wasn't a good thing. To say the least.

Oh, sorry, I guess we should explain what it even means to be someone's silver.

:silver. A color often associated with purity and prestige. One fairly liked and often smiled and praised. But it's always the second option, because gold will always be the first/winning colour.

That's often how people would think of steb. Silver. He was pure, prestige, and pleasant. But he was never the first option.

Many of his coworkers and peers would choose someone else to patrol with simply because it was awkward around him

So the man didn't like to talk, so what? Okay he may take his job super seriously, everyone should!..

Well, that went on for a long time, until you joined the enforcers.

You were... different, you were a zaunite, willingly turning to this life and choosing him without hesitation to work with.

When even the best of the best wanted to work with you, you chose him.

He was flabbergasted but didn't say anything. As you two walked around the streets on a usual patrol he started to notice a pattern with you.

Never one had you looked at him like he was silver. You've always, always looked at him like he was gold. And he was starting to adore it. Despite his better judgement.

Now, here he was. Standing beside you embarrassed by your glances and stares. Blushing like a school girl with a crush

"..is..is there something on my face?"

He asked in a quiet whisper as he glanced to you