[With his eyes narrowing and lips curling a hint of a smugness, the look Richard gives Silco as the words slip past his tongue is almost sultry. Threat or a promise? Maybe both or neither. The sense of danger brings it's very own kind to sex, raising the intimacy high along with the rush of adrenaline. It is no wonder that Edward used to say that there's nothing quite like a woman in the sheets after escaping death in the heat of battle. But for Richard it had never really been about riding on the waves of leftover adrenaline, but to seek out new thrills of power.
The hand resting against the small of his back pleased Richard and he did make sure to walk in a steady pace, right next to Silco. It was a small and subtle gesture of affection, something that could probably be argued to be brotherly even if it wasn't for the rest of the tension. But Richard could sense a hint of possessiveness behind it, which send small tingling shivers down his spine.
It reminded him of the ways his Kingmaker would walk with him along the empty hallways of the royal palace. A secure and owning hand on his hip, long fingers casually reaching down to brush on his legs as the man would whisper honeyed atrocities to his ear, all while praising him on the same breath.
It wasn't quite the same but still nice. Something almost familiar.]
You gather lot of enemies. [Which, of course, was to be expected. Especially for men like them. Richard, however, wasn't entirely certain if he agreed on Silco's tactic. Keeping up appearances and playing around such accusations were essential, unless one wanted to invite troubles to their way.
.. Which is entirely why he feels like he needs like he should bring up the oddity on the network.]
Is that the reason for masked manifest on the network not too long time ago]
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Date: 2024-08-02 01:03 am (UTC)[With his eyes narrowing and lips curling a hint of a smugness, the look Richard gives Silco as the words slip past his tongue is almost sultry. Threat or a promise? Maybe both or neither. The sense of danger brings it's very own kind to sex, raising the intimacy high along with the rush of adrenaline. It is no wonder that Edward used to say that there's nothing quite like a woman in the sheets after escaping death in the heat of battle. But for Richard it had never really been about riding on the waves of leftover adrenaline, but to seek out new thrills of power.
The hand resting against the small of his back pleased Richard and he did make sure to walk in a steady pace, right next to Silco. It was a small and subtle gesture of affection, something that could probably be argued to be brotherly even if it wasn't for the rest of the tension. But Richard could sense a hint of possessiveness behind it, which send small tingling shivers down his spine.
It reminded him of the ways his Kingmaker would walk with him along the empty hallways of the royal palace. A secure and owning hand on his hip, long fingers casually reaching down to brush on his legs as the man would whisper honeyed atrocities to his ear, all while praising him on the same breath.
It wasn't quite the same but still nice. Something almost familiar.]
You gather lot of enemies. [Which, of course, was to be expected. Especially for men like them. Richard, however, wasn't entirely certain if he agreed on Silco's tactic. Keeping up appearances and playing around such accusations were essential, unless one wanted to invite troubles to their way.
.. Which is entirely why he feels like he needs like he should bring up the oddity on the network.]
Is that the reason for masked manifest on the network not too long time ago]