Alas I Am Tortured By Visions Of Silco Striding Across The Morning Moors Screaming His Lover's Name

alas i am tortured by visions of silco striding across the morning moors screaming his lover's name

The funny thing about Silco and Jinx is that they talk like belong in Piltover, they just don't have the accents for it. They both talk in speech patterns that are vaguely more anachronistic than the rest of Zaun's cast (and even some Piltovans) that's usually associated with eccentric rich families in media.

Silco goes into soliloquies worthy of the stage while Jinx easily whips out idioms that barely made it past the turn of the century. If you plopped these two in the upper class casts of an Agatha Christie novel they'd fit right in.

Jinx and Silco would be the cut-throat noveau riche dinner party guests that the readers immediately dismiss as the killers because they're too obviously murderous. No one at the dinner party actually likes them, because it turns out everyone including the host, the murder victim, and the murderer owes Silco money. The detective solved the mystery but can't save the party from Silco and Jinx.

tamino once again writing a song that is so incredibly hamlet coded if you get it you get it

if i had a dime for- THREE DIMES. tell me why i have fallen severely in obsession (current and/or past) with a fictional man who's mysterious, seemingly indifferent, wears a swishy coat, and has a scar around/on one eye from a tragic backstory. THREE. im so predictable.

is it our time that's hollow or is it my chest... why does my heart not follow her to the end.... i wanna love tomorrow but i love what's left....

I was trying to pose the silco from TFT for a reference 😬