[He stayed still when Silco approached, closing the small gap between them. There's a subtle curious change in his expression as he looks up at the man through his long lashes. Was this an intimidation attempt? Or try to establish power and control? Well, whatever it was Richard was not going to submit.]
So, you are saying that you are my reflection and I'm yours in different life. ['Not your other half, but you.' He reminds to himself, feeling already the loneliness echoing within him. He waits a quick moment, expecting fully to hear Joan and her taunting insults. But she stays gone, along with the voices shouting the curses at him. The only thing he could hear was the beating of his own heart, trying to break out of its prison. There it is again. The ugly hope he wanted to get rid off.]
My power was never obvious. I had to carve it for myself and take it. Nothing was ever given to me freely. Surely you understand. [It had been paid off by endless suffering and humiliation, pain and loss. If Silco truly meant what he said about them being the same, he would've gone through it all as well. The mark on his face was proof enough.
Richard briefly looked down at the fingers reaching to feel his sword. A small grin formed to his lips as he raised his hand to grab on the collar of Silco's shirt, pulling the man even closer so that he could feel the other's breath against his face.]
Then you know that the pact with a monster always comes with a heavy sacrifice. It's a double edged sword, drowning anyone who tries to wield it.
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Date: 2024-05-31 02:51 pm (UTC)So, you are saying that you are my reflection and I'm yours in different life. ['Not your other half, but you.' He reminds to himself, feeling already the loneliness echoing within him. He waits a quick moment, expecting fully to hear Joan and her taunting insults. But she stays gone, along with the voices shouting the curses at him. The only thing he could hear was the beating of his own heart, trying to break out of its prison. There it is again. The ugly hope he wanted to get rid off.]
My power was never obvious. I had to carve it for myself and take it. Nothing was ever given to me freely. Surely you understand. [It had been paid off by endless suffering and humiliation, pain and loss. If Silco truly meant what he said about them being the same, he would've gone through it all as well. The mark on his face was proof enough.
Richard briefly looked down at the fingers reaching to feel his sword. A small grin formed to his lips as he raised his hand to grab on the collar of Silco's shirt, pulling the man even closer so that he could feel the other's breath against his face.]
Then you know that the pact with a monster always comes with a heavy sacrifice. It's a double edged sword, drowning anyone who tries to wield it.