[All men must strive towards peace, grab their weapons only when necessary and only to protect. That was the usual schpiel that Richard was used to nod along to with everyone else, to make people not to pay attention to the demon horns on his head. Because in reality, Richard knew that peace was nothing but a death sentence for someone like him. It had been relatively peaceful under the rule of Edward the Fourth, at least when compared to the chaotic reign of Henry, but it had also been the time when Richard had been no more than a walking corpse. There was no joy or pain, his cup filled with just bitter resentment and repression.
And Richard had almost slipped into similar passivity here. With no enemies to crush or light to chase. Just what was there for him in this world? Quiet and humble life as hunter? What a nightmare.
To fight was to live. To fight was to be king. He's certain that Silco could understand that.
With his fingers tightly hooked around his belt hoops, Richard tilted his head to the side so that Silco could move more freely around his neck and shoulder. There's a slight tingling sensation near his collar, remembering vividly the deep bite that Silco had left him in his youthful fervor.]
No. [He scoffs out an airy laugh, holding their bodies close. Richard had never been one too interested in celebrating his birthday. There was rarely any festivities or banquets held in his name. The most grandiose gesture was to serve strawberry pie as desert, but even that was for his son's sake.
'You shall host your own banquets. Once you are king'. Richard could hear the words of his kingmaker ring in his ears.
Not wanting to wait any longer Richard stepped to the side towards the bed, pulling Silco along with him. He sits down on the bed and lets go of his lover's pant, bringing his hands up to slide off his shoulders.]
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Date: 2024-10-18 10:17 pm (UTC)And Richard had almost slipped into similar passivity here. With no enemies to crush or light to chase. Just what was there for him in this world? Quiet and humble life as hunter? What a nightmare.
To fight was to live. To fight was to be king. He's certain that Silco could understand that.
With his fingers tightly hooked around his belt hoops, Richard tilted his head to the side so that Silco could move more freely around his neck and shoulder. There's a slight tingling sensation near his collar, remembering vividly the deep bite that Silco had left him in his youthful fervor.]
No. [He scoffs out an airy laugh, holding their bodies close. Richard had never been one too interested in celebrating his birthday. There was rarely any festivities or banquets held in his name. The most grandiose gesture was to serve strawberry pie as desert, but even that was for his son's sake.
'You shall host your own banquets. Once you are king'. Richard could hear the words of his kingmaker ring in his ears.
Not wanting to wait any longer Richard stepped to the side towards the bed, pulling Silco along with him. He sits down on the bed and lets go of his lover's pant, bringing his hands up to slide off his shoulders.]