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conflictresolution) wrote2023-08-09 07:54 pm
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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."
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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."
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[He remained calm and assured in the face of her pouting. He knew it was a show on her part, and he made a point of pushed some hair behind one of her ears in a very parental gesture.]
I do not. You're my only child; I have a right to be protective of you, especially after the challenges we have faced.
[She had nearly died on the bridge that day. She likely didn't remember, but he couldn't lose that image for as long as he lived. Shimmer was an act of desperation, and it had worked to keep her alive. Those were the sacrifices a parent made.
He shifted in the chair as she returned to leaning her head on him, curling his arm around the small of her back to prevent her tipping out of his lap.]
Well, that will be awkward if you do date again and want to move in with someone other than me.
I do not. You're my only child; I have a right to be protective of you, especially after the challenges we have faced.
[She had nearly died on the bridge that day. She likely didn't remember, but he couldn't lose that image for as long as he lived. Shimmer was an act of desperation, and it had worked to keep her alive. Those were the sacrifices a parent made.
He shifted in the chair as she returned to leaning her head on him, curling his arm around the small of her back to prevent her tipping out of his lap.]
Well, that will be awkward if you do date again and want to move in with someone other than me.
Me? Move in with someone? Pffftt! — Yeah, right!
[ although he is tucking her strands behind her ears, jinx wobbles her head from side to side in a goofball manner immediately after to see if the locks will fall out of place due to the motion. ]
Who will make your coffee in the morning? And cook your dinner? Don't forget your medicine too...! No one can do those things like I can.
[ although he is tucking her strands behind her ears, jinx wobbles her head from side to side in a goofball manner immediately after to see if the locks will fall out of place due to the motion. ]
Who will make your coffee in the morning? And cook your dinner? Don't forget your medicine too...! No one can do those things like I can.
Edited 2024-08-06 00:40 (UTC)
You never know, stranger occurrences have happened. After all, weren't you furious at your sister for not saving you a spot when you arrived?
[They had good home here; he had not been pleased to be in the Inn for longer than necessary. Their house was exactly as it was meant to be, though it would be much to large for a single person. What was it called? Empty nest syndrome? He would have to find a hobby and wouldn't that be disgusting.]
It is true. I suppose I will have to re-teach myself to do them if I absolutely must.
[If anything, eating would be the most problematic. He tended to forego if he wasn't also making food for Jinx, and he had only recently put back on the weight he had lost previously.]
[They had good home here; he had not been pleased to be in the Inn for longer than necessary. Their house was exactly as it was meant to be, though it would be much to large for a single person. What was it called? Empty nest syndrome? He would have to find a hobby and wouldn't that be disgusting.]
It is true. I suppose I will have to re-teach myself to do them if I absolutely must.
[If anything, eating would be the most problematic. He tended to forego if he wasn't also making food for Jinx, and he had only recently put back on the weight he had lost previously.]
['Don't do what?', the question is on tip of his tongue but he swallows it down before words have a chance to form, deciding against them. Because, despite his confusion, he could tell what Silco meant by that. Buckingham had once or twice scolded him on similar issue. The way how Richard would continue to hold his tongue rather than voice out this thoughts, shutting himself inside his mind. However, the truth simply was that most of time he did not have an answer. Not with his thoughts so often leaving claw marks on the walls inside of his mind as he tried to make sense of the world and himself. Leaving him resorting in staying quiet, just like now with Silco.]
She's my wife. Her duties include overseeing the education of our son and making sure that things run smoothly with our servants and that's it. Ever since my brother's passing I have been needed at the capitol and help support our new king as he prepares to ascend to the throne. I have a retainer to take care of my lands during my absence. [It might sound cold and restricting but that is how things were. It was woman's job to stand by her husband and support him while also provide him a heir. And as far as Richard was concerned, Anne had performed her duty well, especially when one took into consideration the unusual situation and unforgiving limits set by Richard himself.
Richard lifts his chin up a little when the fingers reached to slide along his jaw, providing a better access his features.]
Of course. If one is not able to stand out and prove themselves to be the shepherd among the sheep the plan will fail and burn. The false leader will be fed to wolves. [Despite the grim nature of their talk, Richard found himself enjoying from it. There was something almost reminiscent to it. How many times he and Buckingham had similar secret meetings, away from prying eyes as the plans for deceit and betrayal would pass from their lips to one another.]
There will always be those who'd seek for your destruction once you've obtained the power. It is simply in human nature. In those cases you must be the one holding reigns over the narrative, make your supporters see nothing but your story and reject those who'd try to rebel against it. That way you will have an army behind you as you crush the protesting voices.
She's my wife. Her duties include overseeing the education of our son and making sure that things run smoothly with our servants and that's it. Ever since my brother's passing I have been needed at the capitol and help support our new king as he prepares to ascend to the throne. I have a retainer to take care of my lands during my absence. [It might sound cold and restricting but that is how things were. It was woman's job to stand by her husband and support him while also provide him a heir. And as far as Richard was concerned, Anne had performed her duty well, especially when one took into consideration the unusual situation and unforgiving limits set by Richard himself.
Richard lifts his chin up a little when the fingers reached to slide along his jaw, providing a better access his features.]
Of course. If one is not able to stand out and prove themselves to be the shepherd among the sheep the plan will fail and burn. The false leader will be fed to wolves. [Despite the grim nature of their talk, Richard found himself enjoying from it. There was something almost reminiscent to it. How many times he and Buckingham had similar secret meetings, away from prying eyes as the plans for deceit and betrayal would pass from their lips to one another.]
There will always be those who'd seek for your destruction once you've obtained the power. It is simply in human nature. In those cases you must be the one holding reigns over the narrative, make your supporters see nothing but your story and reject those who'd try to rebel against it. That way you will have an army behind you as you crush the protesting voices.
But that was different, you weren't here yet and I know you wouldn't let me sleep out there in the streets. And besides, that was before I thought it was possible for you or anyone beyond the grave could wind up here.
[ it's been a year since then, and she is still pretty bitter about it. ]
You wouldn't choose a dessert that'll make you all fat over family.
[ it's been a year since then, and she is still pretty bitter about it. ]
You wouldn't choose a dessert that'll make you all fat over family.
[The silence wasn't unexpected, not when he was coming to know how much Richard was an internalized person. This must have been what was like for many who had attempted to get him to open up and speak on matters beyond business and the lifelong goals he had taken on. He didn't like to speak on personal matters. Yet, he didn't press when there was no answer; instead, he stepped in and pressed his lips against Richard's temple, holding the gesture a few seconds.
And then he simply moved on with the conversation. It was somewhat of a strange situation to find himself listening to what it was to have a wife; it sounded like an abstract Piltover. How bored would a woman be maintaining serving staff and providing education to children? For him where family was more of a choice than blood, this was a foreign concept.] So, you have a marriage, but she doesn't have power? Where I'm from that would earn the other being gutted in the streets. It's so... strange to hear that power dynamic exists. Are all women so restricted?
[Perhaps this was yet another reason for Richard to hide his differences. He had come to understand that a body type like that had earned the younger man the label of demon, and from a deeply religious society, that was problematic. It was no wonder he found Richard so attractive; that kind of adversity and secrecy built character (even if it was the wrong kind).] Agreed. Respect and fear are perhaps balances to power; people have to think you can elevate them with out or destroy them along the way if they do not perform as you expect of yourself and them.
[His hands slid down the front of Richard's body before he grasped one of the younger man's hands.] I have contingencies for those destructive tendencies. I have what the people need to succeed, to feel powerful when all their lives they have been made to feel weak and unwanted, to make other people afraid. [He tugged Richard's hand and took them around an aisle with large growing fruit trees until they came upon the wide and expansive strawberry patch.]
And then he simply moved on with the conversation. It was somewhat of a strange situation to find himself listening to what it was to have a wife; it sounded like an abstract Piltover. How bored would a woman be maintaining serving staff and providing education to children? For him where family was more of a choice than blood, this was a foreign concept.] So, you have a marriage, but she doesn't have power? Where I'm from that would earn the other being gutted in the streets. It's so... strange to hear that power dynamic exists. Are all women so restricted?
[Perhaps this was yet another reason for Richard to hide his differences. He had come to understand that a body type like that had earned the younger man the label of demon, and from a deeply religious society, that was problematic. It was no wonder he found Richard so attractive; that kind of adversity and secrecy built character (even if it was the wrong kind).] Agreed. Respect and fear are perhaps balances to power; people have to think you can elevate them with out or destroy them along the way if they do not perform as you expect of yourself and them.
[His hands slid down the front of Richard's body before he grasped one of the younger man's hands.] I have contingencies for those destructive tendencies. I have what the people need to succeed, to feel powerful when all their lives they have been made to feel weak and unwanted, to make other people afraid. [He tugged Richard's hand and took them around an aisle with large growing fruit trees until they came upon the wide and expansive strawberry patch.]
Of course not. There are far more acceptable places to sleep than the streets. It seems the living arrangements have worked out well with my being here.
[He knew she was still angry about such a subject before he had arrived, and he had no issue nudging that anger now and again. Sometimes he simply had to remind her that he was better.]
I don't eat dessert, so that won't ever by a problem. You are my family, and you will always be first.
[He knew she was still angry about such a subject before he had arrived, and he had no issue nudging that anger now and again. Sometimes he simply had to remind her that he was better.]
I don't eat dessert, so that won't ever by a problem. You are my family, and you will always be first.
[Well, if it was in Silco's intentions to clear the muddled water in Richard's mind he certainly did not succeed. The kiss against his temple only manages to confuse him further. But he continues not to say anything, allowing the small gestures of affection play out as the other man's touch keeps wandering on his body.]
As a high-born lady she is spared from any physically taxing or otherwise hard work. Free to enjoy from the luxuries presented to her. ['Like a songbird in a cage,' Richard knows that's what it truly means to be a woman of high class in their world. If his parents had decided to cut off the proof of the manhood from his body and raised him as girl instead, he's sure his life would be just that. Quiet and calm. Tied to the man placed in front of him. Richard did not often spare much thought to Anne or her son, accepting their presence just as something that was there. Something that he required as man, simple as that. And yet... it would be a lie to say that he did not see the sad, oppressive cloud over Anne's mind whenever their eyes would meet. ] They might not have the same power as men do. But are not without their own wits or worth. More often than not, it is women that men go war for.
[Such case had been with his brother when he had decided to marry Elizabeth Woodville. A woman, who hid taste for politics, power and corruption behind her beautiful, serene smile. She might never posses the same might as The King does, but as a mother Queen, blessed by the God, she did hold her own power.]
So, you make yourself the necessarily evil. Binding people to you by force as they can't live without you. [It's not a bad tactic, although not necessarily one that Richard would utilize himself. After all, he had found out that aside from fear, love was strong motivator for people. They'd rather stand by a person whom they loved than feared.] Heh, there is someone I know who you would no doubt find interesting to meet.
[A meeting between Silco and Buckingham? Something that he can't picture to go too well, considering their egos, ambitions and temperaments. But it would definitely be interesting to bear a witness to.
Richard continues to walk when prompted, perfectly content to let Silco take the lead on this little leisure walk of theirs through the greenhouse. However, once the sight of very familiar plant enters to Richard's vision his eyes light up a little.] I did not know they would grow here as well.
As a high-born lady she is spared from any physically taxing or otherwise hard work. Free to enjoy from the luxuries presented to her. ['Like a songbird in a cage,' Richard knows that's what it truly means to be a woman of high class in their world. If his parents had decided to cut off the proof of the manhood from his body and raised him as girl instead, he's sure his life would be just that. Quiet and calm. Tied to the man placed in front of him. Richard did not often spare much thought to Anne or her son, accepting their presence just as something that was there. Something that he required as man, simple as that. And yet... it would be a lie to say that he did not see the sad, oppressive cloud over Anne's mind whenever their eyes would meet. ] They might not have the same power as men do. But are not without their own wits or worth. More often than not, it is women that men go war for.
[Such case had been with his brother when he had decided to marry Elizabeth Woodville. A woman, who hid taste for politics, power and corruption behind her beautiful, serene smile. She might never posses the same might as The King does, but as a mother Queen, blessed by the God, she did hold her own power.]
So, you make yourself the necessarily evil. Binding people to you by force as they can't live without you. [It's not a bad tactic, although not necessarily one that Richard would utilize himself. After all, he had found out that aside from fear, love was strong motivator for people. They'd rather stand by a person whom they loved than feared.] Heh, there is someone I know who you would no doubt find interesting to meet.
[A meeting between Silco and Buckingham? Something that he can't picture to go too well, considering their egos, ambitions and temperaments. But it would definitely be interesting to bear a witness to.
Richard continues to walk when prompted, perfectly content to let Silco take the lead on this little leisure walk of theirs through the greenhouse. However, once the sight of very familiar plant enters to Richard's vision his eyes light up a little.] I did not know they would grow here as well.
Edited (so many typos wao) 2024-08-06 14:24 (UTC)
[ she hums sweetly at the last bit of his words, allowing it to parrot in her mind over and over again. ]
... I like that. [ his daughter admits, her voice now down to a hushed pitch, that not even the walls of their home can eavesdrop. ] — Being first.
... I like that. [ his daughter admits, her voice now down to a hushed pitch, that not even the walls of their home can eavesdrop. ] — Being first.
[He nodded against the top of her head. He knew that she would, of course. Who didn't like knowing their were first in the life of another? His fingers carded through her long hair again.]
I know. We don't all achieve that kind of place, but you deserve it.
I know. We don't all achieve that kind of place, but you deserve it.
[Richard climbs up on top of Silco with an ease and graceful movement, intending to keep their bodies as bound and connected. It's as if he was afraid that the magic of the moment would disappear immediately if they were to let go and allow distance to swarm between them. It is the ancient memory of the abandonment, of a hand letting go of his, that keeps lurking in the back of his mind.
But the fear is once again, thwarted by a soothing hand sliding down his chest. The brief pinch on his nipples makes Richard inhale sharply and close his eyes, leaning into those fingers as he sits up to properly straddle on top of the older man's lap.
He reaches his own hand forward, the slender fingers returning to circle around the round scars on his chest.]
Tell me about these.
But the fear is once again, thwarted by a soothing hand sliding down his chest. The brief pinch on his nipples makes Richard inhale sharply and close his eyes, leaning into those fingers as he sits up to properly straddle on top of the older man's lap.
He reaches his own hand forward, the slender fingers returning to circle around the round scars on his chest.]
Tell me about these.
[When it was apparent that Richard was going to remain seated and perched on top of him, Silco stretched out his legs and shifted his upper body to nestle into the mattress comfortably. He wasn't certain if the intention was for this to return to another round of intimacy, and he wasn't yet willing to ask outright either. It was clear that they were both feeling out the situation for themselves, the newness of the change of their situation palpable.
His eyes dropped to follow Richard's fingers, and he knew without actually having to see which scars the younger man was referring to. It sent a shiver through him at both memory and contact with them.]
Those are gunshot wounds. I suffered them both before arriving here. Do you have firearms where you're from?
His eyes dropped to follow Richard's fingers, and he knew without actually having to see which scars the younger man was referring to. It sent a shiver through him at both memory and contact with them.]
Those are gunshot wounds. I suffered them both before arriving here. Do you have firearms where you're from?
So your woman is an accessory on your arm, meant to be brought out for special occasions to impress but otherwise, kept out of the way. [Silco had read enough history books to know that some societies were structured that way, and it was a fact that he hadn't been able to comprehend in comparison to his own society. Yes, he understood the act of possessiveness, of imagined property rights of another person, but this might be the first time he met someone who lived with such confining restrictions.] Men often go to war for whatever reason they think will allow them some measure of justification. What happens to women who don't allow themselves to be so confined to such restrictions?
[He had no doubt there was a way for a woman to maneuver in such a society, but he expected that consequences were as harsh in them as they had been in some of the books. He was again reminded of how close to perfect Zaun was, where men and women could explore their worth in whatever means they deemed necessary and the few loose rules were enforced with often brutal efficiency. If someone insulted you, you dealt with them or paid someone else to do it.
Silco hummed in acknowledgement.] Where I'm from, love can be paid for by the hour. I don't exactly carrying the bearing, appearance or attitude for someone who can be loved, so I lead with my strengths. [That's all he could do, and it had worked out for him very well in Zaun. It also wasn't doing that badly for him here in Aldrip either. There had to be a mix of give and take though; a tyrant would be displaced immediately, especially by this lot.] And who is this person that you speak of?
[He had seen that Richard had taken to the strawberry drink that he had offered on the Last Drop's opening. He had a hunch that the younger man enjoyed the red fruits.] Greenhouses allow for excellent growing conditions of most plants. You're free to pick a few if you would like to enjoy them.
[He had no doubt there was a way for a woman to maneuver in such a society, but he expected that consequences were as harsh in them as they had been in some of the books. He was again reminded of how close to perfect Zaun was, where men and women could explore their worth in whatever means they deemed necessary and the few loose rules were enforced with often brutal efficiency. If someone insulted you, you dealt with them or paid someone else to do it.
Silco hummed in acknowledgement.] Where I'm from, love can be paid for by the hour. I don't exactly carrying the bearing, appearance or attitude for someone who can be loved, so I lead with my strengths. [That's all he could do, and it had worked out for him very well in Zaun. It also wasn't doing that badly for him here in Aldrip either. There had to be a mix of give and take though; a tyrant would be displaced immediately, especially by this lot.] And who is this person that you speak of?
[He had seen that Richard had taken to the strawberry drink that he had offered on the Last Drop's opening. He had a hunch that the younger man enjoyed the red fruits.] Greenhouses allow for excellent growing conditions of most plants. You're free to pick a few if you would like to enjoy them.
[Hm. Well, that sure was a harsh and direct estimation of Richard's marital situation. A bit too direct, mind you, and he didn't really appreciate it. His brows knit together into a sharp displeased frown, shooting a glare up at the other's way almost as if it was a silent warning. But at the same time he doesn't try deny Silco's words. Because, ultimately? The man was right in his statement. Women were nothing but pretty status symbols for men, providing them comfort, love, support and eventually a heir.]
It depends on the severity of their transgressions, and what is their status in the society. But in most cases they would be attested, punished with public shaming, whipping or branding... And if witchcraft is believed to be involved then we torture and burn them alive.
['Just like the disgusting witch, Joan of Arc.' Richard feels his throat tighten at the thought. But still, strangely enough, she remained absent from his mind.
Richard looks at Silco's features and hums quietly. He is right. The man does not bear appearance of beloved hero who'll lead his people to the light. He is much more suited to play the part of a monster. It's interesting to see how openly Silco would embrace the truth rather than find comfort from the web of deceit, pretending to be something that he is not. Who knows, maybe there's a thing or two that Richard could learn from the man.]
A fellow Duke, like me. He's a man with great thirst for politics and someone who takes what he wants, unapologetically. [A small, barely noticeable smile creeps on Richard's lips as he speaks of his Kingmaker. There was not a day that didn't pass when his demon soul didn't yearn for it's missing piece, desperate to become a whole again. Being able to talk about the younger Duke like this did bring him some comfort.
He looks at the red berries peeking underneath the green leaves. Then, almost childlike impulse washes over him and he steps away from Silco to crouch over the strawberry patch to pick up a few berries]
It depends on the severity of their transgressions, and what is their status in the society. But in most cases they would be attested, punished with public shaming, whipping or branding... And if witchcraft is believed to be involved then we torture and burn them alive.
['Just like the disgusting witch, Joan of Arc.' Richard feels his throat tighten at the thought. But still, strangely enough, she remained absent from his mind.
Richard looks at Silco's features and hums quietly. He is right. The man does not bear appearance of beloved hero who'll lead his people to the light. He is much more suited to play the part of a monster. It's interesting to see how openly Silco would embrace the truth rather than find comfort from the web of deceit, pretending to be something that he is not. Who knows, maybe there's a thing or two that Richard could learn from the man.]
A fellow Duke, like me. He's a man with great thirst for politics and someone who takes what he wants, unapologetically. [A small, barely noticeable smile creeps on Richard's lips as he speaks of his Kingmaker. There was not a day that didn't pass when his demon soul didn't yearn for it's missing piece, desperate to become a whole again. Being able to talk about the younger Duke like this did bring him some comfort.
He looks at the red berries peeking underneath the green leaves. Then, almost childlike impulse washes over him and he steps away from Silco to crouch over the strawberry patch to pick up a few berries]
And you're my only Pops.
[ feeling one-eighty degrees better than before this little pow-wow, she shifts careful in his lap to stretch on over to scoop just one last chip and dip to toss her in her mouth. ]
You sure don't want some of this grub? You can't do business and break fingers on an empty stomach.
[ feeling one-eighty degrees better than before this little pow-wow, she shifts careful in his lap to stretch on over to scoop just one last chip and dip to toss her in her mouth. ]
You sure don't want some of this grub? You can't do business and break fingers on an empty stomach.
Hmmm.
[As much as he would like to enjoy that notion, history had taught him that 'her only' was a precarious and potentially shifting status. He had no doubt of her love for him, but her chaos was the great director of her actions. He wouldn't change her, even when she did happen to drive him further gray hairs.]
I suppose. [He took a chip with dip and carefully chewed it. Only for her.]
Do you wish to continue further? [It was a lot of ground that they had covered, topics that neither of them likely wanted or enjoyed talking about.]
[As much as he would like to enjoy that notion, history had taught him that 'her only' was a precarious and potentially shifting status. He had no doubt of her love for him, but her chaos was the great director of her actions. He wouldn't change her, even when she did happen to drive him further gray hairs.]
I suppose. [He took a chip with dip and carefully chewed it. Only for her.]
Do you wish to continue further? [It was a lot of ground that they had covered, topics that neither of them likely wanted or enjoyed talking about.]
[The fingers keep curiously gracing over the scar tissue, mapping the area and committing it to memory. Richard had been introduced to the concept of firearms upon his arrival to this world. It seemed like most of the people in Aldrip favored the weird new weapon over sword or a hatchet.]
No. We do not. [He answers, voice idle and eyes focused as he presses his palm flat on top of the other's chest, fingers spread wide. Richard then moves his hand down along the rib cage, curiously adding a little pressure as if to see whether he could feel the bones underneath the skin. The hand slides down to Silco's stomach, trailing to his navel.
There's a pang of jealousy in Richard's mind as he keeps exploring the body positioned under him. Silco might not be broad shouldered nor posses the muscles of steel, but still, despite all the imperfections, it was still firm and strong. Clearly a male -- something that could perhaps endure the light of the day.
Richard leans forward, his back arching into a crescent shape , as he bends over to press his lips on Silco's chest, kissing the scars.]
No. We do not. [He answers, voice idle and eyes focused as he presses his palm flat on top of the other's chest, fingers spread wide. Richard then moves his hand down along the rib cage, curiously adding a little pressure as if to see whether he could feel the bones underneath the skin. The hand slides down to Silco's stomach, trailing to his navel.
There's a pang of jealousy in Richard's mind as he keeps exploring the body positioned under him. Silco might not be broad shouldered nor posses the muscles of steel, but still, despite all the imperfections, it was still firm and strong. Clearly a male -- something that could perhaps endure the light of the day.
Richard leans forward, his back arching into a crescent shape , as he bends over to press his lips on Silco's chest, kissing the scars.]
[He had most sensation with the scar and surrounding area, and it did remain tender if too much pressure was applied. He expected it had more to do with the bone damage that he had suffered as the result of the bullets tearing through him, but it didn't matter anymore. They had healed enough to be little more than a reminder of how he had died.]
My city can't afford firearms, but my daughter has a leaning towards them. I'm functional with them, but it might be worthwhile for you to learn about their usage. [Perhaps in that seemingly nonchalant explanation the reason for his death could be ascertained.] Your preferred weapon is the sword or the bow?
[His hands slide back around to stroke Richard's thighs, up and down, up and down slowly. He enjoyed the attention to his chest, realizing it had been a long time since he'd had any manner of aftermath to intimacy before Richard. There was something to be stated about the simplicity and trust of such touch, the feel of those warm hands with their worn callouses against his skin.
Yet, he wasn't so relaxed as to not note the look in Richard's eye. His blue eye fluttered closed as Richard leaned over to kiss his scarring.]
You hate your body that much, hmm?
[He knew he wasn't the wide, solid, robust specimen of male. Most in the Undercity were not, usually for nutritional reasons, but he had achieved a healthy six-feet in height and had defined male features. He had that benefit, but he rather liked looking at Richard's seemingly mismatched body. There was always something to investigate about it.]
My city can't afford firearms, but my daughter has a leaning towards them. I'm functional with them, but it might be worthwhile for you to learn about their usage. [Perhaps in that seemingly nonchalant explanation the reason for his death could be ascertained.] Your preferred weapon is the sword or the bow?
[His hands slide back around to stroke Richard's thighs, up and down, up and down slowly. He enjoyed the attention to his chest, realizing it had been a long time since he'd had any manner of aftermath to intimacy before Richard. There was something to be stated about the simplicity and trust of such touch, the feel of those warm hands with their worn callouses against his skin.
Yet, he wasn't so relaxed as to not note the look in Richard's eye. His blue eye fluttered closed as Richard leaned over to kiss his scarring.]
You hate your body that much, hmm?
[He knew he wasn't the wide, solid, robust specimen of male. Most in the Undercity were not, usually for nutritional reasons, but he had achieved a healthy six-feet in height and had defined male features. He had that benefit, but he rather liked looking at Richard's seemingly mismatched body. There was always something to investigate about it.]
[Silco noted the glare, but far more of a loud statement was the fact that Richard didn't deny his commentary. It was another reason for the younger man to be grateful for a father that had declared him male and allowed him to exist in that circle. After all, what kind of life would such a rigid society allow for someone who had to explain themselves to anyone. He suspected Richard would have been at great personal risk if not born to that particular father.
The punishment was an interesting choice as well. Public shaming was rather common in most societies, but branding? That was something he had not come across personally.] I see. What determines if witchcraft is involved or not? I assume they have to be forced to perform their acts of magic?
[He did not deny his physical limitations; he wasn't a hammer-wielding hero. He didn't take up combat readily, and he could be called a scheming conniving man. He didn't deny any of it; no, he owned it. He embraced the monster that he was, and perhaps all of Richard's claims would also come to pass in time similarly.
Silco noticed. The smile, the very subtle tonal shift, the look of brief longing. Richard had never spoken of anyone in such a manner before.] Someone you are close to, it seems. Perhaps you see a small amount of him in me then. [He also took what he wanted unapologetically.] Does he know of the secret you hide and accept you as I do?
[He remained where he was, watching Richard approach the strawberry patch. His gaze moved around the greenhouse to make certain that they still remained alone.]
The punishment was an interesting choice as well. Public shaming was rather common in most societies, but branding? That was something he had not come across personally.] I see. What determines if witchcraft is involved or not? I assume they have to be forced to perform their acts of magic?
[He did not deny his physical limitations; he wasn't a hammer-wielding hero. He didn't take up combat readily, and he could be called a scheming conniving man. He didn't deny any of it; no, he owned it. He embraced the monster that he was, and perhaps all of Richard's claims would also come to pass in time similarly.
Silco noticed. The smile, the very subtle tonal shift, the look of brief longing. Richard had never spoken of anyone in such a manner before.] Someone you are close to, it seems. Perhaps you see a small amount of him in me then. [He also took what he wanted unapologetically.] Does he know of the secret you hide and accept you as I do?
[He remained where he was, watching Richard approach the strawberry patch. His gaze moved around the greenhouse to make certain that they still remained alone.]
[Richard truly owned his life to his father in more ways than just one. If it wasn't for that noble souls blood running through his veins, protecting him from any scrutiny and suspicion he would have no doubt been found out already and put to miserable death after experiencing slow and agonizing torture at the hands of the church.]
I am not expert so I do not know the exact manners that the church chooses to use to determine it. But.. I suppose that the crucial part is going against God's plan, refusing to reflect his image and deny the fate.
[Exactly what he had been doing since the moment of his birth. He had tried to hide it, of course. Tamper down his ambitions and live the life that was planned for him, fulfill the god given role by mundane, everyday actions. All until Buckingham had stepped into the picture and freed from his self-imposed shackles, showing him that there was nothing he could not.
The call for comparison between the two men has him paused. There was no denying that Richard could see the similarities, after all, it was Buckingham's words that Richard had heard slipping past Silco's clever lips - as if the kingmaker had tried to call for Richard's soul through another vessel. But now that he has actually gotten to know the man he could see the differences more clearly and appreciate them. Both men were monsters but different breed.]
He is a man who lowered himself to be a demon with me. [Richard admits. Was he truly so obvious with his affections towards the other? Or had Silco already learned to read him that well? Well, whichever was the case, Richard supposes there was no use denying the truth:] He is my equal.
After gathering a few berries on his palm, Richard goes ahead and tastes one. And surprisingly enough? It tastes just right. Maybe a tad bit sweeter than those he'd find in the wild but still. The realization brought him wave of relief and little bit nostalgia. Interestingly enough, Richard found himself homesick. Perhaps for the first time since his arrival.
Satisfied, he stands up and straightens his back. Turning back to Silco he extends his hand out to offer him strawberry.] You'll business will be in trouble if Whitey ever discovers these.
I am not expert so I do not know the exact manners that the church chooses to use to determine it. But.. I suppose that the crucial part is going against God's plan, refusing to reflect his image and deny the fate.
[Exactly what he had been doing since the moment of his birth. He had tried to hide it, of course. Tamper down his ambitions and live the life that was planned for him, fulfill the god given role by mundane, everyday actions. All until Buckingham had stepped into the picture and freed from his self-imposed shackles, showing him that there was nothing he could not.
The call for comparison between the two men has him paused. There was no denying that Richard could see the similarities, after all, it was Buckingham's words that Richard had heard slipping past Silco's clever lips - as if the kingmaker had tried to call for Richard's soul through another vessel. But now that he has actually gotten to know the man he could see the differences more clearly and appreciate them. Both men were monsters but different breed.]
He is a man who lowered himself to be a demon with me. [Richard admits. Was he truly so obvious with his affections towards the other? Or had Silco already learned to read him that well? Well, whichever was the case, Richard supposes there was no use denying the truth:] He is my equal.
After gathering a few berries on his palm, Richard goes ahead and tastes one. And surprisingly enough? It tastes just right. Maybe a tad bit sweeter than those he'd find in the wild but still. The realization brought him wave of relief and little bit nostalgia. Interestingly enough, Richard found himself homesick. Perhaps for the first time since his arrival.
Satisfied, he stands up and straightens his back. Turning back to Silco he extends his hand out to offer him strawberry.] You'll business will be in trouble if Whitey ever discovers these.
[Ah, so it was left up to a religious faction to determine one's guilt of a matter? History had told him that wasn't the best choice, but Richard seemed to defend some of those tactics. He suspected that the younger man's body would put him in league of witchcraft, though how that and magic were related he didn't know. Magic was feared, and even Silco had experienced how potent it could be in the form of Hextech.]
Your God sounds like a harsh individual to require everyone to fit into His image. Are you so certain that the message of this faction which represents your God has the best interests of the people?
[Silco couldn't help himself. As a non-religious person, it was easy for him to want to poke at such dedication to a non-entity. Janna was the closest Zaun had, and the tales were wild and varied about her presence in the city of glass and metal. Had he experienced her kind protectiveness? He doubted it, even when lost in the mines as a boy.
There was a shift in Richard's body language, which backed up the words that came as a description of this Duke. Equal station he assumed, but if one was described as politically ambitious unapologetically, he knew what that meant. A rise to the very top and likely Richard at the helm; why? Did Richard have a higher claim? He knew bloodlines were important to high-born people.]
Lowered himself, hmm? Or perhaps he was elevated with his association with you. [Honestly, they needed to work on that confidence.] So he's your lover. Perhaps he will make his way here and you two can have the life you were likely denied back in your home, as I am assuming you can't openly have two men sharing a bed where you're from.
[That seemed the end point in his mind. He and Richard may or may not continue their dalliance until the real prize arrived - assuming Buckingham did - and that would be that. It was good actually. He found his imagination from years of isolation cooled with this knowledge, and all of his expectations ground to an immediate halt. He knew it couldn't and wouldn't last, of course, but confirmation was as much a relief as it was a mild bitterness at the back of his throat. He did enjoy Richard's company after all.
He made an noise of acknowledgement in his throat. He hesitated in reaching out but eventually did to take the offered fruit in hand. He rolled it in his palm.] It's good the greenhouses are sealed and your companion doesn't know how to open doors then.
Your God sounds like a harsh individual to require everyone to fit into His image. Are you so certain that the message of this faction which represents your God has the best interests of the people?
[Silco couldn't help himself. As a non-religious person, it was easy for him to want to poke at such dedication to a non-entity. Janna was the closest Zaun had, and the tales were wild and varied about her presence in the city of glass and metal. Had he experienced her kind protectiveness? He doubted it, even when lost in the mines as a boy.
There was a shift in Richard's body language, which backed up the words that came as a description of this Duke. Equal station he assumed, but if one was described as politically ambitious unapologetically, he knew what that meant. A rise to the very top and likely Richard at the helm; why? Did Richard have a higher claim? He knew bloodlines were important to high-born people.]
Lowered himself, hmm? Or perhaps he was elevated with his association with you. [Honestly, they needed to work on that confidence.] So he's your lover. Perhaps he will make his way here and you two can have the life you were likely denied back in your home, as I am assuming you can't openly have two men sharing a bed where you're from.
[That seemed the end point in his mind. He and Richard may or may not continue their dalliance until the real prize arrived - assuming Buckingham did - and that would be that. It was good actually. He found his imagination from years of isolation cooled with this knowledge, and all of his expectations ground to an immediate halt. He knew it couldn't and wouldn't last, of course, but confirmation was as much a relief as it was a mild bitterness at the back of his throat. He did enjoy Richard's company after all.
He made an noise of acknowledgement in his throat. He hesitated in reaching out but eventually did to take the offered fruit in hand. He rolled it in his palm.] It's good the greenhouses are sealed and your companion doesn't know how to open doors then.
[It was a bold accusation. One that would earn his tongue cut out and subjugated to at least twenty lashes on his back, before put on trial for the blasphemy. Richard isn't used to hear someone speak so openly against the God and challenging his might. Well. At least aside from person, that is.]
God would only favor those most devout followers, allow them posses a wisdom that others don't know of and protect them from harm. Although, [he pauses, mind visiting the meeting with the Bishop.] They are humans as well and weak to temptation, if you know which strings to pull from.
[Heh, the comment does earn a small amused hum from him. Of course, Silco would see it that way. The man had no concern for his mortal soul and could thus not understand what it meant for a man to cast out his human skin in favor of demonic form.
But what follows actually manages to move Richard a bit, a heavy boulder lifting from his chest as a whole new realization dawned upon him. Buckingham... Here? Somehow Richard hadn't done as much as entertained the thought, merely accepting accepting the things as they were. But just like always, with hope came it's shadow: despair. Filling in Richard's body with the anxiety, swelling in his lungs and making him to tense up again.
A foolish dream. One that would never come to fruition..]
You may call us lovers but that does cover the true nature of our bond. We both seek for the same light, binding our bodies together was merely a proof of it. With that light gone there is no reason for him to come to me again. I'm certain he'll find another venues to satiate his hunger.
[It hurts. But Richard knows better than to cling on naive hope like that. He is no king here and Buckingham wouldn't be his kingmaker. There wouldn't be need for them to keep their covenant.
A brief smile visits Richard's lips when Silco takes the offered fruit. Richard too, decides to take one, removes the top part before passing it through his lips -- tongue quickly licking his fingers.] I wouldn't be too sure about that. I've come to learn that he always finds the way, if he so wills it.
God would only favor those most devout followers, allow them posses a wisdom that others don't know of and protect them from harm. Although, [he pauses, mind visiting the meeting with the Bishop.] They are humans as well and weak to temptation, if you know which strings to pull from.
[Heh, the comment does earn a small amused hum from him. Of course, Silco would see it that way. The man had no concern for his mortal soul and could thus not understand what it meant for a man to cast out his human skin in favor of demonic form.
But what follows actually manages to move Richard a bit, a heavy boulder lifting from his chest as a whole new realization dawned upon him. Buckingham... Here? Somehow Richard hadn't done as much as entertained the thought, merely accepting accepting the things as they were. But just like always, with hope came it's shadow: despair. Filling in Richard's body with the anxiety, swelling in his lungs and making him to tense up again.
A foolish dream. One that would never come to fruition..]
You may call us lovers but that does cover the true nature of our bond. We both seek for the same light, binding our bodies together was merely a proof of it. With that light gone there is no reason for him to come to me again. I'm certain he'll find another venues to satiate his hunger.
[It hurts. But Richard knows better than to cling on naive hope like that. He is no king here and Buckingham wouldn't be his kingmaker. There wouldn't be need for them to keep their covenant.
A brief smile visits Richard's lips when Silco takes the offered fruit. Richard too, decides to take one, removes the top part before passing it through his lips -- tongue quickly licking his fingers.] I wouldn't be too sure about that. I've come to learn that he always finds the way, if he so wills it.
Sword. [While it was generally mandatory for a knight to master both of the weapons it was swordmanship that more often than not what they consider a true proof of ones skills. It's more versatile and intimate weapon, not to mention more practical. Richard himself also preferred the blade over arrows, as it forced him right into midst of the battle, allowing him to feel every death he brings up and close.
Richard keeps pressing kisses around the scarred around, varying between chaste pecks and more intense and open mouthed. He's just about to move lower and follow the previous path set by his fingertips. But when Silco speaks again he stops, muscles tensing up again.
Yes. He absolutely loathes his body, and honestly couldn't imagine anyone who wouldn't feel anger and resentment towards themselves if they were like him. Never truly able to join others in the light, always treading the lonely paths in the dark. He wondered whether Silco was same as him. Maybe the man was pushed by similar demons that ate through his mind, trying to carve the power and light for himself. ]
As do you. [He whispers against the skin, a small defeated sadness creeping to his voice. Richard then shifts again, straightening his legs and lifting himself up enough that he can lean his forehead against Silco's shoulder.] Touch me more.
Richard keeps pressing kisses around the scarred around, varying between chaste pecks and more intense and open mouthed. He's just about to move lower and follow the previous path set by his fingertips. But when Silco speaks again he stops, muscles tensing up again.
Yes. He absolutely loathes his body, and honestly couldn't imagine anyone who wouldn't feel anger and resentment towards themselves if they were like him. Never truly able to join others in the light, always treading the lonely paths in the dark. He wondered whether Silco was same as him. Maybe the man was pushed by similar demons that ate through his mind, trying to carve the power and light for himself. ]
As do you. [He whispers against the skin, a small defeated sadness creeping to his voice. Richard then shifts again, straightening his legs and lifting himself up enough that he can lean his forehead against Silco's shoulder.] Touch me more.
[Silco wondered if Richard would eventually take issue with his prodding at this so called God, or if the younger man was constrained by the old fears of that kind of society. After all, Richard called himself a demon, and it seemed a term that had been thrown around for most of the younger man's life. That didn't sound like any manner of God he would bother to follow or listen to.]
I would say that a God is worthy of belief if they put in the effort instead of continually making demands on the mere mortals. That one sounds as arrogant as the others, looking for worship over circumstantial substance. [He shrugged his shoulders.] Everyone is weak to temptation. Why resist it? Temptation can be very enjoyable.
[He'd was here, so there was no much further for his soul to fall to. He wasn't about to change either, so this was who he was. He didn't care if anyone liked him or hated him; he was who he was so get in line or get out of the way while he did what he chose to excel at.
Yet, Silco was left with much to consider about this 'light' and the true nature of this bond with the other lover.] I don't understand the light reference, but if he'd so easily find another to replace you, he wasn't deserving of your attention in the first place. You could find better.
[He had a feeling that he wouldn't like this Buckingham all that much. Loyalty was too important to him, and he had a strange inkling that Richard may be a means to an end. That was partially Richard's fault, of course, but who could blame someone who had been shunned so much over the course of their life? It made the younger man ripe to be captured if the belief was a similar goal and acceptance.
He continued to roll the strawberry in his palm.] If he eats my strawberries, I'll give him a reason to squeal.
I would say that a God is worthy of belief if they put in the effort instead of continually making demands on the mere mortals. That one sounds as arrogant as the others, looking for worship over circumstantial substance. [He shrugged his shoulders.] Everyone is weak to temptation. Why resist it? Temptation can be very enjoyable.
[He'd was here, so there was no much further for his soul to fall to. He wasn't about to change either, so this was who he was. He didn't care if anyone liked him or hated him; he was who he was so get in line or get out of the way while he did what he chose to excel at.
Yet, Silco was left with much to consider about this 'light' and the true nature of this bond with the other lover.] I don't understand the light reference, but if he'd so easily find another to replace you, he wasn't deserving of your attention in the first place. You could find better.
[He had a feeling that he wouldn't like this Buckingham all that much. Loyalty was too important to him, and he had a strange inkling that Richard may be a means to an end. That was partially Richard's fault, of course, but who could blame someone who had been shunned so much over the course of their life? It made the younger man ripe to be captured if the belief was a similar goal and acceptance.
He continued to roll the strawberry in his palm.] If he eats my strawberries, I'll give him a reason to squeal.
[He nodded his head, having seen Richard practice with the sword many times in the forest, even if he didn't stop to talk with the younger man. He wondered at the carnage that the younger man would create in the streets of his city or even in Richard's own battles of the realm. He had no doubt that there was a determination that was frightening, and he made a mental note to ask more about the younger man's exploits in battle.
His attention remained on the kisses, and he stroked a hand over the scarred shoulder, encouraging the continuation. If Richard wasn't careful, the younger man either could put him to sleep and stir his desire again. He didn't know which he wanted more right now either, but that moment was fleeting as he felt the stiffness in Richard's body.
He'd ruined the moment, hadn't he? This was what he earned for speaking when tired.
He couldn't relate to the struggle honestly. Silco had been born male, grown up male and lived a very male life. However, he'd been around more than a few people in his city who had changed their chosen gender or had been a little similar to Richard. One had describe the experience of wrongness and self loathing until the change had been made where they could be pleased with themselves.
His hand lifted to cup the back of Richard's head as it came to his shoulder. He remained silent as his fingers laced in that dark hair, providing a limited comfort even as he acquiesced to the request. His other hand moved up Richard's thigh to stroke the younger man's back with long firm strokes of his hand.]
I don't, actually. [He whispered back, his face turned to press his lips against Richard's ear.] I find you as you are very attractive. It is different, yes, but there is nothing about you hideous to my eyes.
His attention remained on the kisses, and he stroked a hand over the scarred shoulder, encouraging the continuation. If Richard wasn't careful, the younger man either could put him to sleep and stir his desire again. He didn't know which he wanted more right now either, but that moment was fleeting as he felt the stiffness in Richard's body.
He'd ruined the moment, hadn't he? This was what he earned for speaking when tired.
He couldn't relate to the struggle honestly. Silco had been born male, grown up male and lived a very male life. However, he'd been around more than a few people in his city who had changed their chosen gender or had been a little similar to Richard. One had describe the experience of wrongness and self loathing until the change had been made where they could be pleased with themselves.
His hand lifted to cup the back of Richard's head as it came to his shoulder. He remained silent as his fingers laced in that dark hair, providing a limited comfort even as he acquiesced to the request. His other hand moved up Richard's thigh to stroke the younger man's back with long firm strokes of his hand.]
I don't, actually. [He whispered back, his face turned to press his lips against Richard's ear.] I find you as you are very attractive. It is different, yes, but there is nothing about you hideous to my eyes.
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