a tale of two dogs tied together
one can’t howl before he bites
one was never taught to sit
timber timbre: souvenirs || His face was pale, but his eyes were red, and his lips and chin were pink with washed away blood. His mouth was full of gauze, and he was looking at nothing.Until Flint walked in. Then he was looking at Flint.
zack hemsey: silver crimson black || He should have died a dozen times over with each raid, but somehow he always wound up alive, covered in blood, surrounded by more bodies than Flint himself, mouth opened in a black, soundless howl.
ludovico einaudi: twice || A couple months after Charles Town, Flint walks into his cabin to find Silver, staring out the window, with a gun pointed right at his heart.
alexandre desplat: Un Héros Très Discret: La Vérité Ou La Mort || With Flint’s attention finally on him, Silver takes the opportunity to mouth, loud and clear, “No.” And Flint hears him.
john murphy: in the house - in a heartbeat || Flint raises his hand, and Silver strikes. Flint speaks, and Silver is the echo, rumbling deep into the earth.
nicholas britell: the spot || Dobbs is the first to take the vow of silence, after Silver had publicly beat him within an inch of his life.
trent reznor and atticus ross: it catches up with you || His men are mine, and mine are his. They follow my orders, and his. They fight for him, and for me. Because I am his man, and he is mine.
zack hemsey: vengeance || Like walking beside a rabid, hungry wolf, and the only way she’d been safe was because he hadn’t seen her yet.
angelo badalamenti: fire to the stars || The sleeves of Flint’s shirt are rolled up, and Silver’s fingers linger there on the soft, freckled inner part of his arm. It takes her a minute to realize he is tracing letters into Flint’s skin.
hans zimmer: the tide || They’re the haunting that clings to every abandoned ship, sunken ship, and ghost ship – dragged out onto land by storm and tide.
john murphy: how to leave your body || But he also keeps watching, so he sees when Flint stands, hands dripping with blood. He walks to Silver, his Right Hand, dripping with blood.