Renata scowls, but her features soften into an expression that frightens Silco far more than any enforcer's baton. He waves a hand to encompass the surrounding chaos. 'I don't know,' he gasps out, shaking himself. He never expected to be touched by a soul mark! Even if the bond isn't always romantic, cursed pairs couple up so often that Silco had figured he'd be safe. Faintly he registers that she's dragging him, sheltering them under a barricaded doorway, on the fringes of the action. She digs her mechanical fingers into his shoulder, keeping him from collapsing to the ground. 'Who was it, Silco? Please, you have to-' It's just under his elbow, a palm-sized blotch with thin tendrils running down along his veins to his wrist and disappearing under the ragged edge of a torn sleeve. The mark looks like an oil spill under his skin, black and purple and green, lurid consumption and bittersweet promises of death. Which of them was it? Someone else? Who!? Who was it? He remembers the man who'd taken the baton to the back of the skull, a woman with a shrill voice who'd pounded on his back, several sump-snipes that barely came to his chest, a handful of burly men in rough working clothes-countless frenzied Zaunites, merging together in a kaleidoscope of panicked faces. From Renata's dismay, from the lingering pain, from her questions. 'Your arm! Silco, did you see who it was?!'Дread surges in him like acrid bile before he even glances at his arm. 'Why were you in there with your arms bare! What the fuck were you thinking?!' 'What happened!? Who is it?' She gives him a violent shake before he can ask what she means. She yanks him hard, bringing them nose to nose. Relief floods him when he realises who it is. When a hand grabs him by the collar of his shirt, he yelps. He dives under an enforcer's swinging fist on auto-pilot. People are still running all around, jostling him. For a moment he thinks an enforcer shot him-that his arm is broken, that someone pressed a flare to his skin-but the sensation ripples through his entire body, leaving him breathless and shaking. Things aren't going well, and then they're going worse: pain erupts along his left arm, like a burn from a hot iron. That's the direction of the rendez-vous point he's set with Renata, but getting there feels like swimming against a torrential current. Blind with stinging tears and confused, he tries to elbow his way through the crowd, to go towards the Old Hungry, barely visible in the distance on his right. Loud bangs punch right through Silco's chest, and he's back on his feet and scrambling madly. Suddenly there's a flash and a burst of red smoke-blindingly bright, like a small sun-a flare lit, and the whistling of handmade mortars overhead. He can't duck, he'd be trampled to death too. Silco yells, a wordless call for a nameless person, promptly replaced by a new stranger.ДЄnother baton comes swinging too close, grazing Silco's ear, and he lets out a grunt-closer to a whimper. His blood flecks Silco's cheek as he collapses and disappears under the crush. The man jammed against his left side shrieks as an enforcer's baton smacks the back of his head. A young woman pleads for him to stop-like he's in control of anything right now. Silco's feet come clean off the ground as he's carried away by a tidal wave of frightened Zaunites. She twists around, reaching back, her mouth opening and her words stolen by a gunshot and the subsequent uproar. 'Renata!' Silco screams, hand reaching out for his friend. Yet here they are, being corralled and attacked, shot like fish in a barrel. They'd come together for a protest in Harier Square, two cautious streets away from the main bridge to Piltover-a respectful distance, to avoid antagonising enforcers.

The crowd is endless around him, a sea of panicked bodies, a great living mass, merging and folding on itself. Silco is running, and if not for the tear gas permeating the air, he could believe himself in one of his nightmares. Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 7000 Chapters: 3/3 Comments: 21 Kudos: 98 Bookmarks: 10 Hits: 808 vanco relation with /& tags because it's ambiguous.Young Silco (Arcane: League of Legends).Silco-centric (Arcane: League of Legends).Silco (Arcane: League of Legends) & Vander (League of Legends).Silco (Arcane: League of Legends)/Vander (League of Legends).Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021).

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