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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."
[Text | Voice | Video | In-Person]
I never left Aldrip. You have been gone a month.
And no, I don't know Ishha.
And no, I don't know Ishha.
Did you? You've grown more then. We have much to discuss.
[Mixed feelings on knowing she had grown and left him behind. She had been on her own.
He appreciated that she didn't let him rot in the cannery or the streets.]
[Mixed feelings on knowing she had grown and left him behind. She had been on her own.
He appreciated that she didn't let him rot in the cannery or the streets.]
[Richard can feel the warmth of the other's skin even through the thick leather. And just like that the ice formed by their last discussion was thawed. There was still lingering sourness and disdain from Silco's last parting words, but at the same time Richard knew that there was very little that he wouldn't forgive his lover for.
He hums quietly in satisfaction at Silco's reaction to his attire. The outfit would normally be considered anything but bold, with it's modest cut and concealing shape. It partly even reminded Richard from the outfits he would wear in his own world. But the cloth clung to his body, highlighting the curves and the feminine shape he would normally hide. While he hardly bothered with that in house these days, having grown comfortable being without his protective layer around Silco, he never left the door looking like this. His intentions for this meetings should be obvious.
Richard allows Silco's hand to rest on his hip for a moment, savoring the attention given to him for a bit. He then took a half of a step back and placed his hands on the desk's edges, leaning his weight back.]
I figured we both deserve a little celebrations, with our ventures expanding and thriving. [There had already been plenty of people signing up for Richard's little defense squad, all eager to provide protection and stability while also unconsciously strengthening Richard's influence. And for Silco? The Bar Lupin was ripe to be plucked. Both of them were slowly gaining more control in their own way.
Richard tilted his head to the left a bit and lifted leg up, placing it right between Silco's as he spoke with low and smooth voice.]
And it's far too cold for you to be here alone.
He hums quietly in satisfaction at Silco's reaction to his attire. The outfit would normally be considered anything but bold, with it's modest cut and concealing shape. It partly even reminded Richard from the outfits he would wear in his own world. But the cloth clung to his body, highlighting the curves and the feminine shape he would normally hide. While he hardly bothered with that in house these days, having grown comfortable being without his protective layer around Silco, he never left the door looking like this. His intentions for this meetings should be obvious.
Richard allows Silco's hand to rest on his hip for a moment, savoring the attention given to him for a bit. He then took a half of a step back and placed his hands on the desk's edges, leaning his weight back.]
I figured we both deserve a little celebrations, with our ventures expanding and thriving. [There had already been plenty of people signing up for Richard's little defense squad, all eager to provide protection and stability while also unconsciously strengthening Richard's influence. And for Silco? The Bar Lupin was ripe to be plucked. Both of them were slowly gaining more control in their own way.
Richard tilted his head to the left a bit and lifted leg up, placing it right between Silco's as he spoke with low and smooth voice.]
And it's far too cold for you to be here alone.
[He was keenly aware that Richard spent considerable time hiding those feminine features from any prying eyes other than his own. Even then, it had taken work to encourage Richard to be comfortable simply enjoying nudity with him when it wasn't sex. It was a pleasant surprise to find that his lover had ventured out and about in the wide world in such attire regardless of being covered in a thick cloak. The dress was by no means form fitting like those in Piltover or Zaun, wasn't revealing or tempting, but it showed enough curve to be enticing to him all the same.
It didn't take a genius to understand why Richard had come to his office tonight, and he was intent to allow it to happen as well. This would be a typical type of reunion after they spent a few days apart, and he found some of the day's tension bleeding from his shoulders as he dropped his hand away as Richard moved to lean back on his desk.]
You mean our power consolidating. [He didn't mince words with Richard as he might with others. He had made new moves of course, and Richard was playing a different hand with militaristic plays. He set his hands to the arms of his chair and prepared to stand, but he paused as Richard's foot lifted to settle on his chair.
His eyes glanced down, and he abandoned his initial intent to stand. Instead a hand move to caress up Richard's calf, drawing thick material up to reveal that knee. How scandalous.]
At least you have arrived to warm me then. You have plans for us?
[Otherwise, he might suggest heading to the bedroom that he only used when Richard came to join him at the Last Drop.]
It didn't take a genius to understand why Richard had come to his office tonight, and he was intent to allow it to happen as well. This would be a typical type of reunion after they spent a few days apart, and he found some of the day's tension bleeding from his shoulders as he dropped his hand away as Richard moved to lean back on his desk.]
You mean our power consolidating. [He didn't mince words with Richard as he might with others. He had made new moves of course, and Richard was playing a different hand with militaristic plays. He set his hands to the arms of his chair and prepared to stand, but he paused as Richard's foot lifted to settle on his chair.
His eyes glanced down, and he abandoned his initial intent to stand. Instead a hand move to caress up Richard's calf, drawing thick material up to reveal that knee. How scandalous.]
At least you have arrived to warm me then. You have plans for us?
[Otherwise, he might suggest heading to the bedroom that he only used when Richard came to join him at the Last Drop.]
[It was hardly the first time when Richard had worn a dress. In his childhood he had thought that there could be no greater humiliation than dressing up as woman. But the older he got and more he had donned in the feminine clothing the more used to it he had gotten. The feelings of anguish and humiliation had subsided as he became aware the benefits that having a body his could bring. A lot of people were more talkative and less guarded-up when they had a pretty girl on their lap, after all.
Of course, there was a lot of self-loath and twisted hatred present in those moments. But he had also learned that it was less because of the dress itself but rather based on the perception of others. Silco knew his body through and through at this point, having a free access to all parts of it. And yet, despite knowing it all he did not treat Richard any differently from the time they had met.]
What else? [He says, smirking in satisfaction as he watched his lover beneath his long eye-lashes.] There are no political nor physical opponents for us. [That they knew of, that is. Their both individual plans might have been successful and they were gaining both control and power through their own respectable lanes. And so far there hadn't been any critics. Though, Richard knew better than to lull in the sweet bliss of feigned safety. But it did feel good to be successful. And they ought to indulge in it for now.
There's a soft hum from him when Silco's fingers snake up along his calf, lifting up the hem to reveal the bare skin. Did he have plans? Sort of, yes. Richard still could remember so vividly the high of the time at the inn. It had awoken a new hunger within him that he was not aware of before - the dark and twisted desire for control.
But at the moment? He was enjoying the brush of the rough callouses brush against his smooth skin on the leg. It truly felt like he hadn't been touched by another person in ages.]
Touch me more.
Of course, there was a lot of self-loath and twisted hatred present in those moments. But he had also learned that it was less because of the dress itself but rather based on the perception of others. Silco knew his body through and through at this point, having a free access to all parts of it. And yet, despite knowing it all he did not treat Richard any differently from the time they had met.]
What else? [He says, smirking in satisfaction as he watched his lover beneath his long eye-lashes.] There are no political nor physical opponents for us. [That they knew of, that is. Their both individual plans might have been successful and they were gaining both control and power through their own respectable lanes. And so far there hadn't been any critics. Though, Richard knew better than to lull in the sweet bliss of feigned safety. But it did feel good to be successful. And they ought to indulge in it for now.
There's a soft hum from him when Silco's fingers snake up along his calf, lifting up the hem to reveal the bare skin. Did he have plans? Sort of, yes. Richard still could remember so vividly the high of the time at the inn. It had awoken a new hunger within him that he was not aware of before - the dark and twisted desire for control.
But at the moment? He was enjoying the brush of the rough callouses brush against his smooth skin on the leg. It truly felt like he hadn't been touched by another person in ages.]
Touch me more.
No one yet, expect potentially each other. I have no interest in contesting your methods as I hope you have no interest in doing so to me. [There was enough of Aldrip that both of their skill sets allowed them to thrive and pull in many Chosen unknowingly. That was focus and talk for another time, even perhaps an hour or so from now, depending on how he and Richard wanted to draw out their little reunion.] We need control to provide people what they need. [Or deny them when they felt like it.
There were a few on his radar who he was watching and seeking information about. People who had power and could wield it if they chose to, or those who played a silly game and could be a threat to both his and Richard's long term planning. After all, he was willing to share with Richard and perhaps not with anyone else.
His hand stroked into the hollow behind Richard's knee, stroking fingers on either side as his other hand rose to push that material higher. He leaned down, brushing his lips just above that knee and then kissing further north from the top of Richard's thigh and then moving down to the softer and normally more sensitive skin between of the inside of his lover's thigh. He made a point of sucking a small mark into that area, aware it was hidden but they'd both be aware of it when others would not. All part of the secrecy that remained.
His hand slid from cupping and stroking the back of Richard's knee to up the back of his lover's thigh. His hand stopped where thigh met rump and stroked back down towards the knee again. He repeated the gesture, massaging lightly as his mouth continued to pepper little kisses. The foot between his legs on his chair made standing difficult, so he hadn't yet attempted though expected through previous history that he would take control physically while Richard may or may not direct him verbally.]
There were a few on his radar who he was watching and seeking information about. People who had power and could wield it if they chose to, or those who played a silly game and could be a threat to both his and Richard's long term planning. After all, he was willing to share with Richard and perhaps not with anyone else.
His hand stroked into the hollow behind Richard's knee, stroking fingers on either side as his other hand rose to push that material higher. He leaned down, brushing his lips just above that knee and then kissing further north from the top of Richard's thigh and then moving down to the softer and normally more sensitive skin between of the inside of his lover's thigh. He made a point of sucking a small mark into that area, aware it was hidden but they'd both be aware of it when others would not. All part of the secrecy that remained.
His hand slid from cupping and stroking the back of Richard's knee to up the back of his lover's thigh. His hand stopped where thigh met rump and stroked back down towards the knee again. He repeated the gesture, massaging lightly as his mouth continued to pepper little kisses. The foot between his legs on his chair made standing difficult, so he hadn't yet attempted though expected through previous history that he would take control physically while Richard may or may not direct him verbally.]
[It had been Silco who had dragged him out of his shell and nudged him towards the position power, awakening his thirsty ambition from its slumber. And while he did not wish to have to shift this dynamic they had to more competitive one nor make the man his enemy. After all, they did benefit from one another, in more ways than one. But that didn't mean that Richard was foolish enough to trust that their present state would last, silently waiting for the other shoe to drop at any given moment. Two monsters could only get along for so long.
A chilling shivers runs down along his spine when Silco's lips make contact with his leg. He eyes narrow as he tales the sight of his lover kissing down on his leg, lips and hands moving up around his calf, feeling the well defined muscles. Normally Richard enjoyed from the hot and rough treatment, feeling the strength of the other's passion in his body -- burning him and then molding him to new.
But at the same time he really did appreciate this kind of slow attention. It warmed his soul in a whole different way. It made him feel almost precious.
The small nibble turned into a brief yet sharp bite right on the tender spot on his thigh, stirring arousal in his guts. He leans further back and lifts his leg up from the chair and gently kicks Silco on the chest, pushing him back away while his hand reached for the knife on the table.]
That's enough of that, Silco. Lean back and hands to yourself.
A chilling shivers runs down along his spine when Silco's lips make contact with his leg. He eyes narrow as he tales the sight of his lover kissing down on his leg, lips and hands moving up around his calf, feeling the well defined muscles. Normally Richard enjoyed from the hot and rough treatment, feeling the strength of the other's passion in his body -- burning him and then molding him to new.
But at the same time he really did appreciate this kind of slow attention. It warmed his soul in a whole different way. It made him feel almost precious.
The small nibble turned into a brief yet sharp bite right on the tender spot on his thigh, stirring arousal in his guts. He leans further back and lifts his leg up from the chair and gently kicks Silco on the chest, pushing him back away while his hand reached for the knife on the table.]
That's enough of that, Silco. Lean back and hands to yourself.
[As far as he was concerned, it was a good look on Richard rather than that morose sad little man in the forest who hunted and remained silent during many conversations. This sort of initiative was attractive, and he had suspected that there was a lot more for Richard to offer all of Aldrip and their situation. He would prefer to work together as allies than opposition to one another; it had been awhile since he had considered working with another person of similar ambition.
He would, of course, guard himself. He would never forget the first, and he wasn't looking to add a second.
His mouth moved along the smooth velvety skin of Richard's thigh still, taking his time tasting and lavishing such flesh with attention. His hand stroked continually, never going beyond thigh for the moment, though he was always tempted by the swell of that hip. Not yet but soon, he thought.
He hissed in aggravation when there was a foot to his chest pushing him back in his chair. He raised his eyebrow as he regarded Richard, and this time, he made a point of rolling his eyes at the demand. Again, was it? Absolutely not. He'd played that game once last time and it was fine but another night of it?]
How about no? [He moved to push Richard's foot from his chest with a hand as he simultaneously moved to stand up to prevent further pinning to his chair.] I'll take you on my desk, feel you squirm under these hands.
He would, of course, guard himself. He would never forget the first, and he wasn't looking to add a second.
His mouth moved along the smooth velvety skin of Richard's thigh still, taking his time tasting and lavishing such flesh with attention. His hand stroked continually, never going beyond thigh for the moment, though he was always tempted by the swell of that hip. Not yet but soon, he thought.
He hissed in aggravation when there was a foot to his chest pushing him back in his chair. He raised his eyebrow as he regarded Richard, and this time, he made a point of rolling his eyes at the demand. Again, was it? Absolutely not. He'd played that game once last time and it was fine but another night of it?]
How about no? [He moved to push Richard's foot from his chest with a hand as he simultaneously moved to stand up to prevent further pinning to his chair.] I'll take you on my desk, feel you squirm under these hands.
[Richard's hand stops at the handle of the knife, fingers already curling around it and ready to pull it out of the hard wood where it had been jammed stuck. He tilts his head slightly to the side as he eyes his lover, measuring him with his gaze.
The proposition that Silco laid out between them did sound tempting, too. It reminded him from the occasion all those months ago when the older man's appearance had shifted to younger and they had killed together for the first time. But unlike back then, they weren't running high from the freshly spilled blood and riding the waves of the adrenaline. He was not all that sure whether they could capture the animalistic heat and the rage from that time. But.. if it was blood they were lacking, there was a way to fix that.]
Very well. [The fingers withdrew from the knife as Richard brought to his front and began to work the string around the dress' collar open.] If that is the path you wish to travel I'll allow you to try. But be careful, [The string is loosened and pulled off, set next to him on the table. The gloved fingers then move to pop open the two top buttons, revealing some of the pale skin underneath. He then parts his legs, spreading them just enough that Silco can slip between them if he so wishes.] I might bite.
The proposition that Silco laid out between them did sound tempting, too. It reminded him from the occasion all those months ago when the older man's appearance had shifted to younger and they had killed together for the first time. But unlike back then, they weren't running high from the freshly spilled blood and riding the waves of the adrenaline. He was not all that sure whether they could capture the animalistic heat and the rage from that time. But.. if it was blood they were lacking, there was a way to fix that.]
Very well. [The fingers withdrew from the knife as Richard brought to his front and began to work the string around the dress' collar open.] If that is the path you wish to travel I'll allow you to try. But be careful, [The string is loosened and pulled off, set next to him on the table. The gloved fingers then move to pop open the two top buttons, revealing some of the pale skin underneath. He then parts his legs, spreading them just enough that Silco can slip between them if he so wishes.] I might bite.
[The map of Piltover had been replaced with a map of Aldrip and yes, the knife tacked it down just the same. He regarded his lover with a suspicious look, trying to discern what Richard was baiting him with and why, expecting there was a reason for the back and forth.
However, he had gained enough trust of the younger man to use less caution than he otherwise might with another person. He pushed that leg aside and slowly pushed himself out of his chair as his lover began to undo the front buttons, and he stepped into the space left from Richard parting his legs. His hands dropped to grasp that material, hiking it up both legs to settle on Richard's upper thighs.
He leaned his face close, their lips a whisper apart as he stroked his fingers along the underside of Richard's knees as he considered dumping the younger man back onto his desk further.] I'm counting on that. Just be cautious, I may bite back.
However, he had gained enough trust of the younger man to use less caution than he otherwise might with another person. He pushed that leg aside and slowly pushed himself out of his chair as his lover began to undo the front buttons, and he stepped into the space left from Richard parting his legs. His hands dropped to grasp that material, hiking it up both legs to settle on Richard's upper thighs.
He leaned his face close, their lips a whisper apart as he stroked his fingers along the underside of Richard's knees as he considered dumping the younger man back onto his desk further.] I'm counting on that. Just be cautious, I may bite back.
[Richard keeps unbuttoning the front, revealing is bare skin a bit by bit all the way until almost identical pink line comes to sight. The scar on his left breast, left by the knife from their time at the inn. He rolls his shoulders back, allowing the fabric to fall loose over his shoulders. All that Silco would need to do is dip his chin and look down to have a view of some of the round flesh that formed his breasts.
His heart begins to beat faster when Silco moves closer, bringing up a faint pink flush over his neck and cheeks. Finally some warmth and color to his pale features. He reaches up to coil his hand behind his lover's neck, the leather covered fingers caressing the tender skin below his ear. The closeness of another body, the pair of lips ghosting on his lips, daring hands venturing forward up along his thighs. All of them quietly promising him of something more.
Richard can feel his heart beat faster as he gazed up into Silco's mismatched eyes, lips moving down to brush against the older man's jawline.]
In that case, [He whispers, voice sweet and smooth saccharine. The rosy lips press a chaste kiss on the man's chin and he rolls his hips forward -- tempting the other one to press further.], I suppose it is all matter of who's teeth are the sharpest. [And with that, Richard tilts his head so that their lips can finally meet.
Except not.
The moment their lips come to contact Richard moves. Just in a blink of an eye, his free hand moves to grab the knife - this time actually going for it and pulling it out of the table, while the other one slips down to grab Silco's throat. He uses the sturdy desk for support as he bounces off it, pushing the other man back against the chair while surging after him. All done in one smooth move, clearly sign of long and hard practice of a soldier.]
His heart begins to beat faster when Silco moves closer, bringing up a faint pink flush over his neck and cheeks. Finally some warmth and color to his pale features. He reaches up to coil his hand behind his lover's neck, the leather covered fingers caressing the tender skin below his ear. The closeness of another body, the pair of lips ghosting on his lips, daring hands venturing forward up along his thighs. All of them quietly promising him of something more.
Richard can feel his heart beat faster as he gazed up into Silco's mismatched eyes, lips moving down to brush against the older man's jawline.]
In that case, [He whispers, voice sweet and smooth saccharine. The rosy lips press a chaste kiss on the man's chin and he rolls his hips forward -- tempting the other one to press further.], I suppose it is all matter of who's teeth are the sharpest. [And with that, Richard tilts his head so that their lips can finally meet.
Except not.
The moment their lips come to contact Richard moves. Just in a blink of an eye, his free hand moves to grab the knife - this time actually going for it and pulling it out of the table, while the other one slips down to grab Silco's throat. He uses the sturdy desk for support as he bounces off it, pushing the other man back against the chair while surging after him. All done in one smooth move, clearly sign of long and hard practice of a soldier.]
[although jinx reluctantly had to make a pit stop for her body to recharge, the rest didn't feel enough as she staggers on in the direction of her home. her calves are burning, and her feet (now wearing boots that are far too large for her) scream and beg for extra relaxation. but she's just so damn close, and she just needs to make it a few more miles. throughout her journey from ekko to now, her cold had worsened — her nose bright red against her pale complexion and a nasty cough to match.
she isn't too worried, however. she knows her father is furnished with all sorts of remedies, and once she's indoors again, she will be alright. if only her feet would quit weighing heavier and heavier on her. an idea spark in her mind as she collects her enormous amount of her hair into her arms. silco will most likely be at the door, or peeking out the window waiting for her, so maybe he can just meet her half way. the downside of this plan might draw attention to the other residence, but... she doesn't care. and her father probably wouldn't care too much either. so with that, she cries out to him:]
Silco...!! Dad, I'm home!!
[hopefully her shout is loud enough to reach him and he can dash to her.]
she isn't too worried, however. she knows her father is furnished with all sorts of remedies, and once she's indoors again, she will be alright. if only her feet would quit weighing heavier and heavier on her. an idea spark in her mind as she collects her enormous amount of her hair into her arms. silco will most likely be at the door, or peeking out the window waiting for her, so maybe he can just meet her half way. the downside of this plan might draw attention to the other residence, but... she doesn't care. and her father probably wouldn't care too much either. so with that, she cries out to him:]
Silco...!! Dad, I'm home!!
[hopefully her shout is loud enough to reach him and he can dash to her.]
[He couldn't sleep. He mentally had calculated how long it would take Jinx to make the journey with a few breaks. He expected that she would push on to the limits of what even Shimmer would grant her, and after pacing the house and chronically checking his communicator to see if there was an update from her, he had finally left to smoke outside.
Richard had left. It was expected. It heightened his displeasure with the situation, but his focus was for Jinx right now. Two months was the longest they had gone no contact before; he didn't like it as much as he didn't enjoy there conversation days ago. She was... different. He needed to know more, needed to assure himself that this wasn't a trick being played on him by their captors.
He butted out a cigar in the dirt and was already pulling out his case for another when he heard the call, his head snapping in the direction of a voice he would recognize in his sleep. The case snapped shut and he tucked it back into his inner vest pocket as he made his way out of the yard and stared down the street towards the voice. He didn't consider himself sleep deprived enough to be hallucinating voices, and the time frame fit.
Unwilling to alert others to his daughter, he began to move in the direction of the voice that he had heard. For him, the pace was hurried compared to his usual long predatory strides. When he was closer, he dared to call out.]
Jinx?
Richard had left. It was expected. It heightened his displeasure with the situation, but his focus was for Jinx right now. Two months was the longest they had gone no contact before; he didn't like it as much as he didn't enjoy there conversation days ago. She was... different. He needed to know more, needed to assure himself that this wasn't a trick being played on him by their captors.
He butted out a cigar in the dirt and was already pulling out his case for another when he heard the call, his head snapping in the direction of a voice he would recognize in his sleep. The case snapped shut and he tucked it back into his inner vest pocket as he made his way out of the yard and stared down the street towards the voice. He didn't consider himself sleep deprived enough to be hallucinating voices, and the time frame fit.
Unwilling to alert others to his daughter, he began to move in the direction of the voice that he had heard. For him, the pace was hurried compared to his usual long predatory strides. When he was closer, he dared to call out.]
Jinx?
[it's a good thing they weren't suffering from a blizzard or any hazardous weather beyond the frigid atmosphere, otherwise, it would have been extra difficult to spot him. when his voice reaches her ears, and he gradually began to manifest in front of her, all jinx could do for that split moment is to gawk at him and still in place.
this is going to be the moment of truth, whether silco existed or he remains at the bottom of the ocean where she left him.]
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this is going to be the moment of truth, whether silco existed or he remains at the bottom of the ocean where she left him.]
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Edited 2024-12-26 07:00 (UTC)
[and whenever silco gets a chance to lock eyes at jinx from afar, she clutches her locks tight to her chest, and her breathing wavers almost in hysterics. she is so afraid of him not being real and just becoming a figment of her unwell mind. hope had stung so many times throughout her life, and she really can't bare another slash to the heart.
all of this gaining, losing, gaining, and losing again is enough to drive any sane person into insanity. and it had barely been a week since she lost isha and vander. the mere thought of their deaths, and the betrayal she felt when her sister switched sides pushes against her heart, and hot tears trail quickly down in her pale cheeks.
gasping through her sobs and with the last bit of strength in her, jinx bolts forward to him — stumbling then regaining her footing every so often. if her father disappears when she crashes into him, this will be it for her. no more trying, no more of this talk of "building something new". because everyone has their limit, and she's no exception. regardless if she is destined to be zaun's royalty. she can't be anything if she's been ripped to shreds.]
all of this gaining, losing, gaining, and losing again is enough to drive any sane person into insanity. and it had barely been a week since she lost isha and vander. the mere thought of their deaths, and the betrayal she felt when her sister switched sides pushes against her heart, and hot tears trail quickly down in her pale cheeks.
gasping through her sobs and with the last bit of strength in her, jinx bolts forward to him — stumbling then regaining her footing every so often. if her father disappears when she crashes into him, this will be it for her. no more trying, no more of this talk of "building something new". because everyone has their limit, and she's no exception. regardless if she is destined to be zaun's royalty. she can't be anything if she's been ripped to shreds.]
[Silco spotted her a moment after calling out her name, and even in the dark, he knew his daughter's silhouette anywhere. He didn't miss a step as he continued to close the distance, his orange-red iris standing out starkly in the dim street light. She was home; she had come back to him - well them, fine - but she had sought him out first as he would have done if the reverse could ever happen.
She closed the distance, and it took him little time to determine how much of a mess she currently was in. Her hair as in a rare loose state when it came for travel, and she looked cold and weathered and beaten down; he knew she was on the verge of tears based on the sound of her breathing. She hurried, and he even picked up his own pace to a brisk jog to meet her half way.
She knocked him right over to the pavement, and he wasn't even upset when he landed hard on his ass. His arms instantly wrapped around her for the trip down, taking her with him. She felt cold and for the moment he didn't dare remove his arms from holding onto her and assuring himself that she was very real. He would offer her his jacket soon enough, but instead, he pulled her close to his chest and kissed her forehead.]
Jinx, you're here. I thought I'd lost you.
She closed the distance, and it took him little time to determine how much of a mess she currently was in. Her hair as in a rare loose state when it came for travel, and she looked cold and weathered and beaten down; he knew she was on the verge of tears based on the sound of her breathing. She hurried, and he even picked up his own pace to a brisk jog to meet her half way.
She knocked him right over to the pavement, and he wasn't even upset when he landed hard on his ass. His arms instantly wrapped around her for the trip down, taking her with him. She felt cold and for the moment he didn't dare remove his arms from holding onto her and assuring himself that she was very real. He would offer her his jacket soon enough, but instead, he pulled her close to his chest and kissed her forehead.]
Jinx, you're here. I thought I'd lost you.
['he's real.' are the first two words that floats in her mind repeatedly, and the feel of his warmth contrasted to her frigid skin is instantly comforting and soothing. it's the kiss to the forehead, and hearing the profound tone of his voice within his chest are what does her in. her bravery shatters, and suddenly she feels like a small child who she just wanted her parents and nothing else.
jinx doesn't scream per se, but her sobs coil into wails of anguish as she screws her eyes shut so tight — her grip on silco in desperation to keep him exactly where he is. jinx hadn't cried this hard since vi stormed away from her that night, and while she screamed out to the heavens for isha, the shock of it all numbed her entire soul where she couldn't cry. but now, now she can cry over everything. over isha, over vander, over vi, over ekko for not remembering, over her mistakes and the pain she caused for silco before she left, and whoever else in aldrip. all of it tangling together in one big ball. jinx wants to apologize for every damning thing she has ever done, but words are being drowned in her weeping.]
jinx doesn't scream per se, but her sobs coil into wails of anguish as she screws her eyes shut so tight — her grip on silco in desperation to keep him exactly where he is. jinx hadn't cried this hard since vi stormed away from her that night, and while she screamed out to the heavens for isha, the shock of it all numbed her entire soul where she couldn't cry. but now, now she can cry over everything. over isha, over vander, over vi, over ekko for not remembering, over her mistakes and the pain she caused for silco before she left, and whoever else in aldrip. all of it tangling together in one big ball. jinx wants to apologize for every damning thing she has ever done, but words are being drowned in her weeping.]
Edited 2024-12-26 07:32 (UTC)
[Well. That wasn't a reaction that he had been expecting, least of all in the middle of the streets. He drew his knees up as he had when they had first met and tightened his arms around his daughter to hold her close as she wailed and made a scene. He bowed his head to rest his chin on the top of Jinx's head, giving her time to cry herself out before he risked wanting to move them both.
After a few minutes, he began to rearrange her in his arms, pulling her close and curling an arm under her knees while the other remained fastened around her shoulders. Through sheer force of will, he rolled himself to his feet and added a second kiss to the top of her head as he turned and began to walk them both home. This was the type of meltdown best completed at home, and he wanted to make certain that his daughter wasn't injured.
The temperature was too cold for her to be out in such a state of dress as well. No, he would take care of her, and already he knew that rats nest of her hair would be hours of work.]
Let's get you home, Jinx. I'll prepare a bath for you too.
After a few minutes, he began to rearrange her in his arms, pulling her close and curling an arm under her knees while the other remained fastened around her shoulders. Through sheer force of will, he rolled himself to his feet and added a second kiss to the top of her head as he turned and began to walk them both home. This was the type of meltdown best completed at home, and he wanted to make certain that his daughter wasn't injured.
The temperature was too cold for her to be out in such a state of dress as well. No, he would take care of her, and already he knew that rats nest of her hair would be hours of work.]
Let's get you home, Jinx. I'll prepare a bath for you too.
[His eyes did indeed drop to observe the teasing amount of skin of Richard's chest, the full rise of those breasts hidden, yet he was delighted by the teasing amount of cleavage. Of course his lover would be a tease tonight; he would benefit one way or another, especially as his hands made good on the efforts to hike up Richard's dress further and further up those thighs. His intention of course was to push it high enough to slip a hand between Richard's legs more easily.
The world around them faded to a distant rumble, the beat of the music downstairs nothing more than adding to the ambience to the office. His blue eye half-lid with trust and relaxation, and his lips twisted in a little smirk at the words, having no doubt that they would apply teeth to each other. The thrill of the anticipation drew him in, their lips brushing as he lifted one hand away in order to move on with the next step of this little plan...
...except his blue eye caught the movement to the knife, momentarily stealing his focus away from the rest of Richard. It proved to be a mistake as he felt fingers close on his throat, and he experienced a surge of adrenaline as his fight or flight instincts kicked in. He fell backwards, landing in his chair which rolled towards the window with the sudden weight of them both on it. His hands fell way to grasp the arms of the chair so he could try to stand and dump Richard off of him, put distance in case an impeding attack with the knife was imminent.
His skin had paled, his lips pulling tight in the beginnings of a sneer.]
The world around them faded to a distant rumble, the beat of the music downstairs nothing more than adding to the ambience to the office. His blue eye half-lid with trust and relaxation, and his lips twisted in a little smirk at the words, having no doubt that they would apply teeth to each other. The thrill of the anticipation drew him in, their lips brushing as he lifted one hand away in order to move on with the next step of this little plan...
...except his blue eye caught the movement to the knife, momentarily stealing his focus away from the rest of Richard. It proved to be a mistake as he felt fingers close on his throat, and he experienced a surge of adrenaline as his fight or flight instincts kicked in. He fell backwards, landing in his chair which rolled towards the window with the sudden weight of them both on it. His hands fell way to grasp the arms of the chair so he could try to stand and dump Richard off of him, put distance in case an impeding attack with the knife was imminent.
His skin had paled, his lips pulling tight in the beginnings of a sneer.]
[Richard had learned that there was power to this body. Something that enchanted the art of deception that he had carefully mastered during his life. The seduction. Men were always somehow much compliant and prone to let their guard down when there was a pretty girl on their lap. Richard had assumed that Silco would be above it but man was a man. Weak to the temptation in one way or another.
It was hardly the most honorable tactic. But he supposes it was only fitting for a demon like him.
The thought of that brought about something dark over Richard's mind, churning his stomach with sourness and twisting his insides.
Fingers curled around the man's throat, adding pressure as he kept pushing the other one back against the chair. The hold is not strong enough to choke, but the warning is there. He could anticipate his lover being tempted to try to kick and stand up. Well, to prevent that Richard stabs the cushion on the chair, jamming the knife on it right next to Silco's neck so that the sharp edge was teasing the sensitive skin.]
Do you still wish to touch me, or is the bite too much? [And with that, Richard finally loosened the hold around Silco's throat. There's a dark, satisfied grin on his face as he sees the struggle on his lover's features. But strangely enough, this time it filled him with something cold and bleak, unlike the last time they had found themselves in similar position.
Richard leans in to press a proper kiss on Silco's lips whispering the following words]
I want you inside me.
It was hardly the most honorable tactic. But he supposes it was only fitting for a demon like him.
The thought of that brought about something dark over Richard's mind, churning his stomach with sourness and twisting his insides.
Fingers curled around the man's throat, adding pressure as he kept pushing the other one back against the chair. The hold is not strong enough to choke, but the warning is there. He could anticipate his lover being tempted to try to kick and stand up. Well, to prevent that Richard stabs the cushion on the chair, jamming the knife on it right next to Silco's neck so that the sharp edge was teasing the sensitive skin.]
Do you still wish to touch me, or is the bite too much? [And with that, Richard finally loosened the hold around Silco's throat. There's a dark, satisfied grin on his face as he sees the struggle on his lover's features. But strangely enough, this time it filled him with something cold and bleak, unlike the last time they had found themselves in similar position.
Richard leans in to press a proper kiss on Silco's lips whispering the following words]
I want you inside me.
[This encounter was a matter of developed trust between himself and Richard. They had made a bond based on secrets, and this was not the first time either he or Richard had had a disagreement or a conversation ended on a sour note and then they arrived a day or two later to make up with one another. He expected that this was one of those, where he was welcomed to settle back into the normalcy of their relationship which he had come to rely upon.
Of course, all of that was completely upended when Richard turned a dramatic left turn from the usual beats they tended to walk in such situations. He hissed through mismatched teeth at the hand on his throat, panic taking him back to that day in the Pilt, the chair sold but in motion to imitate the water rushing by him. His eyes were wide and pupils dilated, and his lips parted as his breathing escalated as if trying to fill his lungs as much as possible until the air was cut off completely.
His world shrunk momentarily as he froze a few moments before the struggle began, and in the anticipation of a fight, he sliced his neck on the knife blade. He heard the words but didn't register them immediately as he came out of the momentary panic and his eyes actually focused on Richard rather than the spot beyond the younger man's shoulder. He licked his lips, mastering himself even with the adrenaline pumping through his blood and he was barely able to stay seated.
Air rushed into his lungs, and he tried to cover over the panic by clenching his hands on Richard's thighs hard enough to bruise. Grounding himself. It was nothing, it was foreplay. He had this handled or so he told himself, barely registering the kiss until it was an awkward amount of time to respond. He blinked his eye rapidly, mouth still slightly agape and breathing fast and panicky.]
I... here? [The question came out like a hissing croak.]
Of course, all of that was completely upended when Richard turned a dramatic left turn from the usual beats they tended to walk in such situations. He hissed through mismatched teeth at the hand on his throat, panic taking him back to that day in the Pilt, the chair sold but in motion to imitate the water rushing by him. His eyes were wide and pupils dilated, and his lips parted as his breathing escalated as if trying to fill his lungs as much as possible until the air was cut off completely.
His world shrunk momentarily as he froze a few moments before the struggle began, and in the anticipation of a fight, he sliced his neck on the knife blade. He heard the words but didn't register them immediately as he came out of the momentary panic and his eyes actually focused on Richard rather than the spot beyond the younger man's shoulder. He licked his lips, mastering himself even with the adrenaline pumping through his blood and he was barely able to stay seated.
Air rushed into his lungs, and he tried to cover over the panic by clenching his hands on Richard's thighs hard enough to bruise. Grounding himself. It was nothing, it was foreplay. He had this handled or so he told himself, barely registering the kiss until it was an awkward amount of time to respond. He blinked his eye rapidly, mouth still slightly agape and breathing fast and panicky.]
I... here? [The question came out like a hissing croak.]
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