[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.
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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.