[Silco was partially immune to such seduction; he was not easily lured into following a cause that was not his own. People were manipulative and selfish, himself included, but he did wish to believe that what he and Richard had would remain intact due to their committed loyalty to each other. And it seemed, at least verbally, that they were restated their will to lean into this.
They had survived the reset. That he had woken up here and not one of his many offices was a matter he had yet to ponder. It was probably some sign.
He sighed against Richard's lips as they were brought together, his fingers splaying across the middle of Richard's bare shoulders as he held the younger man closer to him during their embrace. He responded in kind, letting his lover take the lead on the embrace. He remained close even as their lips parted, returning to resting their foreheads together.
He listened, barely able to hear the first whispered statement. He believed it, of course. He had seen a small showcase of Richard's rage against the Chem-Barons. He listened intently to the description, and he could imagine it vividly with Richard's odd mannerisms, archaic opinions on women and marriage and bloodlines. He trailed his fingers over the scarred flesh of Richard's shoulder, humming softly.] You could take up your blade and murder them all, it's true. I expect releasing that rage would feel good and freeing for a time, but the aftermath will label you a pariah in the Chosen. I would support you if that was the path you wished to walk. [His voice dropped to a secretive whisper.] Prove them wrong. Show them your strengths, step on their throats and squeeze them into submission. Learn what you can, ignore their little snickers and looks at your back. They will shackle you with their unwanted opinions, but I think you have it in you to force them to respect you.
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They had survived the reset. That he had woken up here and not one of his many offices was a matter he had yet to ponder. It was probably some sign.
He sighed against Richard's lips as they were brought together, his fingers splaying across the middle of Richard's bare shoulders as he held the younger man closer to him during their embrace. He responded in kind, letting his lover take the lead on the embrace. He remained close even as their lips parted, returning to resting their foreheads together.
He listened, barely able to hear the first whispered statement. He believed it, of course. He had seen a small showcase of Richard's rage against the Chem-Barons. He listened intently to the description, and he could imagine it vividly with Richard's odd mannerisms, archaic opinions on women and marriage and bloodlines. He trailed his fingers over the scarred flesh of Richard's shoulder, humming softly.] You could take up your blade and murder them all, it's true. I expect releasing that rage would feel good and freeing for a time, but the aftermath will label you a pariah in the Chosen. I would support you if that was the path you wished to walk. [His voice dropped to a secretive whisper.] Prove them wrong. Show them your strengths, step on their throats and squeeze them into submission. Learn what you can, ignore their little snickers and looks at your back. They will shackle you with their unwanted opinions, but I think you have it in you to force them to respect you.