It's a good thing that there is a desk between them. Because Richard's knee-jerk reaction to that comment is no other than raise his hand against his lover and strike him. The anger running within his veins makes his pupils dilate as he stares daggers at Silco.
Who else if not him?! He wants to shout at him. Who else would be worthy of carrying his father's legacy and dreams -- to make them come true? Edward? George? The two princes? Hah, hardly. His father had chosen Richard as his true heir, entrusting him with the task to make his name live on. The name of King.
But Silco wouldn't get that, would he now? He didn't hear the voice whispering his name, feel the hand in his own, guiding towards the path of sin darkness. Telling him to do what must be done to obtain what was denied of him so long. The life is hell until the crown is placed on this head. No, Silco doesn't see what Richard sees. Despite his own relationship with Jinx.
So, instead of unloading his mind, Richard falls quiet once again. He lowers his gaze down on the glass placed in front of him. The dark amber liquid left untouched. There's twitch of annoyance and frustration. He hates the defeatists, almost indicating undertone in that lied in that last statement. Why is this so damn difficult? All this does is remind him how much he misses his kingmaker. Guess his and Silco's hearts truly weren't together like with Buckingham. ]
I'll talk with Charles. [Richard says, sighing through his nose. Straightening his back, he leans back on the chair and places his hands on the arm rests.
And it's not like that Richard is completely blind to the conflict at the hand, let alone to the one that was storming inside him -- pulling him to all directions. He knew very well that in the end he was nothing but a demon born in midst of angels, seeking to rob the light like Lucifer himself. It was a crime that he would never be forgiven for. They say that despite knowing everything, Christ still loved Judas. But Richard knew that he would not be granted such kindness.
But the light did not exist here. Richard could not see it reflected on the crown that the council had placed on his hands. He was alone in the dark, with Silco as his companion and solace. There was no light. And yet he could not give up on it - blindly grasping at it with all he got. Despite everything, he still wanted God to love him.]
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Date: 2024-11-08 02:33 pm (UTC)It's a good thing that there is a desk between them. Because Richard's knee-jerk reaction to that comment is no other than raise his hand against his lover and strike him. The anger running within his veins makes his pupils dilate as he stares daggers at Silco.
Who else if not him?! He wants to shout at him. Who else would be worthy of carrying his father's legacy and dreams -- to make them come true? Edward? George? The two princes? Hah, hardly. His father had chosen Richard as his true heir, entrusting him with the task to make his name live on. The name of King.
But Silco wouldn't get that, would he now? He didn't hear the voice whispering his name, feel the hand in his own, guiding towards the path of sin darkness. Telling him to do what must be done to obtain what was denied of him so long. The life is hell until the crown is placed on this head. No, Silco doesn't see what Richard sees. Despite his own relationship with Jinx.
So, instead of unloading his mind, Richard falls quiet once again. He lowers his gaze down on the glass placed in front of him. The dark amber liquid left untouched. There's twitch of annoyance and frustration. He hates the defeatists, almost indicating undertone in that lied in that last statement. Why is this so damn difficult? All this does is remind him how much he misses his kingmaker. Guess his and Silco's hearts truly weren't together like with Buckingham. ]
I'll talk with Charles. [Richard says, sighing through his nose. Straightening his back, he leans back on the chair and places his hands on the arm rests.
And it's not like that Richard is completely blind to the conflict at the hand, let alone to the one that was storming inside him -- pulling him to all directions. He knew very well that in the end he was nothing but a demon born in midst of angels, seeking to rob the light like Lucifer himself. It was a crime that he would never be forgiven for. They say that despite knowing everything, Christ still loved Judas. But Richard knew that he would not be granted such kindness.
But the light did not exist here. Richard could not see it reflected on the crown that the council had placed on his hands. He was alone in the dark, with Silco as his companion and solace. There was no light. And yet he could not give up on it - blindly grasping at it with all he got. Despite everything, he still wanted God to love him.]
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