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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."

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[Says the guy who will lop heads off over the vague insinuation that his father wasn't perfect in every way possible.]

Indeed, you instead left a note on my desk and ran off to the forest expecting me to show up with an army to murder you.

[Which, in hindsight given his current situation....]

So pleased to have your permission, your Majesty.

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do not direct your anger at me, silco.

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Then this conversation is over.

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[fine. he is going to leave him on the read, then.

watch him not returning home for the night either.]

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[In all honesty, the unexpected mood swings of the man were the most hard to deal with. There were moments when Silco would yield from any physical touch, only for him to drown him in embrace in the following morning. Then sometimes he would be his usual self, while on the other times he'd let his anger and sourness to burst out of him. And needless to say, Richard didn't have enough experience with this kind of co-existence with another human being to be able to understand it. Ever paranoid and fearful of rejection, he could not tell if he was being pushed away with intent or not.

Which had in return had led him staying away. It had already been a couple days since their last conversation. And Richard, confused by his thoughts and emotions, had not returned to Silco's (not theirs) apartment.

But it was those indescribable thoughts and emotions that had led him to the office. The yearn for other person's touch.]

That'll fully depend on you, Silco. [He says, pushing the papers on his desk to the side as he steps closer -- trying to move himself between the older man and the desk. Underneath the hood dark eye looks down at the man, seeking for eye connection.] Are you looking to get rid off me?

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[Silco, of course, noticed almost immediately as soon as he arrived home after the Last Drop closed up. He immediately picked through each of the items and had already come to the conclusion that all of this was meant for his daughter.

Who was no longer in Aldrip. The only reason that he didn't collect it all and throw it in a box for discard was because he immediately checked her network handle.

It actually popped up when he searched for it. She was back?! He moved to sit down and his breathing was rapid and chest tightened with hopefulness.

He searched her handle again and it was gone. Then it suddenly appeared again before he could make a disgruntled noise. This had to be an issue with her location or perhaps this place was playing tricks on him.

She was worth the risk. She always was.]

Jinx. Reply if you receive this.

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[He waited a few minutes. Unusual impatience gnawed at him.]

Jinx, I need your location. I will arrange for someone or myself to retrieve you.

3/?

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The network may not be completely operational where you are. As soon as you receive this, contact me.

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[He switches to voice on the off chance it might encourage her to contact him.]

Jinx? Daughter?

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[He tries for business as usual, but it falls flat in his tone.]

New items arrived for you. I am curious of your style change.

[A pause as he struggled to not blurt out something he would consider inappropriate.]

I will put it in a box for you, in case you are... agitated with me still.

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You know that I would give you the world, right? There isn't anything that I wouldn't give up for you.

Just... say the word. And let me know if and when you receive this. I l- you are my priority.

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[For someone who prided themselves on their personal extreme control of himself and situations, these mood swings were often maddening for him as well. He refused to consider it any more than the season or the uncertainty that he too may disappear and cease to exist. Yes that was all it was. He was stressed Jinx wasn't here and he didn't have enough control to force this place to bring her back.

He had noticed Richard's absence, and that only served to sour his mood further. He had grown used to living with someone and while he enjoyed being an introvert most of the time, he annoyed him that his lover withdrew from him when he probably (but wouldn't admit) he needed him the most. Self reflections of the effects his moods had was not something he bothered with.

So he eyed Richard for the seemingly sudden appearance here. Richard was not particularly confrontational socially, not like Silco who would pick fights because he felt like it. He sat his papers on the edge of the desk but still in easy reach if Richard decided to simply leave again.

Slowly, as if to provide some clue to his current mood of being willing to accept affection and return it tonight, he pushed his chair back a little so there was room for Richard to slip in between him and his desk. He expected Richard would simply sit there as the younger man had done numerous times before.]

Does it? [He folded his hands in his lap, providing his lover with his attention.] Will it be difficult to chase you off if I was inclined to?

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[Daughter!!! Silco was gripping his communicator so tight he though he might crack the screen.]

Your message is not coming through legibly.

Your location, Jinx?

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[she tries audio to speak, and it gets sent through. but unfortunately, it's nothing but static, and her voice is hard to pick up.

so she returns back to text.]

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What happened to Zaun? You're in Aldrip perhaps. Or the oasis. We aren't at home.]

[This meant she was returned or this was a sick joke. Either way, he intended to find out.

He was up and pulling on his coat while also continually checking for another message from her.

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We have not broken the cycle of chosen. Where are you?

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Do you have supplies? I will send someone to retrieve you.

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[A brief moment silence falls upon them as Richard peers into Silco's face, trying to decipher where his lover's mood had landed on for the day. And to his relief it seemed like the other man was not interested in raising a ruckus nor looking for another, petulant and pointless argument. A small breaks on his rosy lips as he extends his right hand to brush against the side of the other man's neck, gloved fingertips ghosting over the white, thin line left by the healed scar.

And unsurprisingly, Silco wasn't the only one who had been affected by the night spent apart. The first one had gone past in a blink, as Richard had occupied with himself with other tasks and people. But the following? Cold, restless and confusing, filled withe the voices that would heckle and doom him.

The finger moves along the shape of the scar, feeling the pulse beating under the thin skin and tender skin. Oh, how Richard hated himself for being this weak.]

If I leave you might regret it.

[And with that, Richard removes his hand from Silco's person and reached up to undo his cloak. When the heavy cloth drops off his shoulders, falling right on top of the desk, it reveals a black straight dress underneath rather than Richard's usual leather gear. But just like his normal clothing, the dress covers his entire body from the head to toe with the hems scraping the floor and the collar buttoned all up to reach his ears. Though what's more rare than him wearing dress is what he isn't wearing, which is the binder. The shape of his breasts being pronounced and obvious through the fabric of his dress.]

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I feel real, Jinx. I will prove that I am when we see each other.

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[As if to prove that he wasn't going to slide into being catty, Silco made a point to lean into the fingers as they stroked his neck. The scar was still a little pink so both of them were easily aware of it, a reminder of that tumultuous day where they had still come together regardless. That was a fact that did continue as their relationship deepened: they were too stubborn to let go for long.

His blue eye closed as Richard's fingers continued to caress over the scar, and he lifted a hand to stroke his own fingers over the back of that gloved hand in return. Nights shouldn't be difficult to bear on one's own and yet, he experienced a discomfort at Richard's absence that was made worse with Jinx's ongoing disappearance.]

You sound certain...

[His words trailed off as the cloak slipped off of Richard shoulders and landed heavily on his desk. His mismatched gaze slid over the younger man's attire, immediately noticing the feminine curves that the drape of material formed over. He hummed softly as he sat back in his chair, his hand dropping from Richard's hand to rest lightly on the swell of that hip.]

To what do we owe the occasion, hmm? You look... very attractive.

[Okay, Richard had his full attention.]