[It was a bold accusation. One that would earn his tongue cut out and subjugated to at least twenty lashes on his back, before put on trial for the blasphemy. Richard isn't used to hear someone speak so openly against the God and challenging his might. Well. At least aside from person, that is.]
God would only favor those most devout followers, allow them posses a wisdom that others don't know of and protect them from harm. Although, [he pauses, mind visiting the meeting with the Bishop.] They are humans as well and weak to temptation, if you know which strings to pull from.
[Heh, the comment does earn a small amused hum from him. Of course, Silco would see it that way. The man had no concern for his mortal soul and could thus not understand what it meant for a man to cast out his human skin in favor of demonic form.
But what follows actually manages to move Richard a bit, a heavy boulder lifting from his chest as a whole new realization dawned upon him. Buckingham... Here? Somehow Richard hadn't done as much as entertained the thought, merely accepting accepting the things as they were. But just like always, with hope came it's shadow: despair. Filling in Richard's body with the anxiety, swelling in his lungs and making him to tense up again.
A foolish dream. One that would never come to fruition..]
You may call us lovers but that does cover the true nature of our bond. We both seek for the same light, binding our bodies together was merely a proof of it. With that light gone there is no reason for him to come to me again. I'm certain he'll find another venues to satiate his hunger.
[It hurts. But Richard knows better than to cling on naive hope like that. He is no king here and Buckingham wouldn't be his kingmaker. There wouldn't be need for them to keep their covenant.
A brief smile visits Richard's lips when Silco takes the offered fruit. Richard too, decides to take one, removes the top part before passing it through his lips -- tongue quickly licking his fingers.] I wouldn't be too sure about that. I've come to learn that he always finds the way, if he so wills it.
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Date: 2024-08-08 05:47 pm (UTC)God would only favor those most devout followers, allow them posses a wisdom that others don't know of and protect them from harm. Although, [he pauses, mind visiting the meeting with the Bishop.] They are humans as well and weak to temptation, if you know which strings to pull from.
[Heh, the comment does earn a small amused hum from him. Of course, Silco would see it that way. The man had no concern for his mortal soul and could thus not understand what it meant for a man to cast out his human skin in favor of demonic form.
But what follows actually manages to move Richard a bit, a heavy boulder lifting from his chest as a whole new realization dawned upon him. Buckingham... Here? Somehow Richard hadn't done as much as entertained the thought, merely accepting accepting the things as they were. But just like always, with hope came it's shadow: despair. Filling in Richard's body with the anxiety, swelling in his lungs and making him to tense up again.
A foolish dream. One that would never come to fruition..]
You may call us lovers but that does cover the true nature of our bond. We both seek for the same light, binding our bodies together was merely a proof of it. With that light gone there is no reason for him to come to me again. I'm certain he'll find another venues to satiate his hunger.
[It hurts. But Richard knows better than to cling on naive hope like that. He is no king here and Buckingham wouldn't be his kingmaker. There wouldn't be need for them to keep their covenant.
A brief smile visits Richard's lips when Silco takes the offered fruit. Richard too, decides to take one, removes the top part before passing it through his lips -- tongue quickly licking his fingers.] I wouldn't be too sure about that. I've come to learn that he always finds the way, if he so wills it.