[Richard blinked his eyes open, staring right into Silco's mismatched eyes with his own. There was a question present in his gaze that he did not know how to voice out.
Why? Why keep this up when things would only get more complicated. Why go these lengths for him? Wouldn't it be much more simple for Silco to let go of Richard's hand, leave him behind and stand by his daughter without worrying thorns prickling his fingers?
For once the voices were quiet, not wanting to give their input.
Richard raised his hand and placed it on top of Silco's, pressing the palm against his cheek. Closing his eyes again, he turned his face so that he could press a light kiss on his lover's hand. The other hand still holding the knife loosens it's grip, allowing the weapon to slide between his fingers.]
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Why? Why keep this up when things would only get more complicated. Why go these lengths for him? Wouldn't it be much more simple for Silco to let go of Richard's hand, leave him behind and stand by his daughter without worrying thorns prickling his fingers?
For once the voices were quiet, not wanting to give their input.
Richard raised his hand and placed it on top of Silco's, pressing the palm against his cheek. Closing his eyes again, he turned his face so that he could press a light kiss on his lover's hand. The other hand still holding the knife loosens it's grip, allowing the weapon to slide between his fingers.]