[There was no mistaking the longing for the picture that he pained, the scenario that perhaps men of their ilk wanted but never expected to have. After all, why would people like them deserve to find a kindred spirit that would stand with them and burn together with them? He expected that before they ever reached that point that one or both of them burn to the ground, and any familiar feelings would burn with that betrayal.
For a fleeting period of time, he thought he had had something like what he described with Vander. How many men had he watched Vander beat to death? How many times had he skittered up walls and balconies to allow for entrance to his accomplice? How many passionate conversations had they had had and equally furious arguments about how to go about their freedom, to break their chains and prove to their worlds and people that they were capable. Oh he had dreamed back then, settled into a loyalty that was betrayed on a single rainy night when he had gone expecting a completely different scenario.]
I disagree. Demons and monsters want things for themselves, perhaps more than they should. They can covet, and dream and scheme and take just like everyone else. [The looming threat of Richard's true suitor remained like a sliver in his brain, a reminder at how fleeting this tryst was. A part of him wanted to grab it in both hands and refuse to let go, to force Richard to consider enduring...
...but then it would be little more than another trip to the river, wouldn't it? He'd go with an hope and expectation and then drown, only to rise with life-changing scars. So he said nothing to try to convince them both off of that path. Instead:] I suppose we'll enjoy it until your Duke comes.
[He shook his head as sensation traveled along his palm and up his arm at Richard's antics. He didn't fight the hold on his wrist.] It would be lying to say that I didn't. You have a knack for stirring reactions.
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For a fleeting period of time, he thought he had had something like what he described with Vander. How many men had he watched Vander beat to death? How many times had he skittered up walls and balconies to allow for entrance to his accomplice? How many passionate conversations had they had had and equally furious arguments about how to go about their freedom, to break their chains and prove to their worlds and people that they were capable. Oh he had dreamed back then, settled into a loyalty that was betrayed on a single rainy night when he had gone expecting a completely different scenario.]
I disagree. Demons and monsters want things for themselves, perhaps more than they should. They can covet, and dream and scheme and take just like everyone else. [The looming threat of Richard's true suitor remained like a sliver in his brain, a reminder at how fleeting this tryst was. A part of him wanted to grab it in both hands and refuse to let go, to force Richard to consider enduring...
...but then it would be little more than another trip to the river, wouldn't it? He'd go with an hope and expectation and then drown, only to rise with life-changing scars. So he said nothing to try to convince them both off of that path. Instead:] I suppose we'll enjoy it until your Duke comes.
[He shook his head as sensation traveled along his palm and up his arm at Richard's antics. He didn't fight the hold on his wrist.] It would be lying to say that I didn't. You have a knack for stirring reactions.