[Provoking Richard was easy, especially where that father was concerned. The younger man had described that relationship, had told him the ends of the Earth that his lover had gone to hunt down that father in that war, only to find that the man had been stolen. He could see some of his bond with Jinx in the bond described by Richard about that father. It was such an easy button to push even without intending (though he had here).
The father's name was a defense, a no-win situation for him to pick which hill he was going to die on. So he had. Some hands in poker were just losers and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Better to use that hand to search out another person's tells before folding and moving on to the next hand to be put in play.
And Richard played his hand beautifully. Silco almost thought that the younger man would strike him, and wouldn't that just be fitting? A person insulted someone, and they usually paid a physical price in the Undercity; that's how it had always been and that's what he was used to. For the last few decades, he had been the person to not offend lest he make someone's life difficult or end completely.
From his standing position, he stepped in and leaned forward. He let his hands settle on the arms of the chair that Richard was sitting in just on the outside of where Richard's own arms were settled. He made a point of leaning over, of trapping Richard in that chair even if they both knew that Silco was not his lover's physical match regardless of them both being thin men.]
Say it. [He whispered those words like a temptress. Explode on him. Strike him. Let it out.] Are. You. Worthy. Of your. Father's. Legacy? This man who loved you enough to cry in front of your enemies. Your world stolen right from under you. Are you living for him or yourself?
[He didn't care about Charles; the ghost had proven to have some sense of privacy when it came to information. Silco had a lot of spies in the city to know if there was that kind of rumormongering happening, and he had not come out to his daughter either. So honestly, technically no one knew because he had never admitted to anything. But there was no changing his lover's mind.
He didn't answer the question, waiting to see what Richard would do first. That might determine his response and whether he stayed or went.]
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The father's name was a defense, a no-win situation for him to pick which hill he was going to die on. So he had. Some hands in poker were just losers and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Better to use that hand to search out another person's tells before folding and moving on to the next hand to be put in play.
And Richard played his hand beautifully. Silco almost thought that the younger man would strike him, and wouldn't that just be fitting? A person insulted someone, and they usually paid a physical price in the Undercity; that's how it had always been and that's what he was used to. For the last few decades, he had been the person to not offend lest he make someone's life difficult or end completely.
From his standing position, he stepped in and leaned forward. He let his hands settle on the arms of the chair that Richard was sitting in just on the outside of where Richard's own arms were settled. He made a point of leaning over, of trapping Richard in that chair even if they both knew that Silco was not his lover's physical match regardless of them both being thin men.]
Say it. [He whispered those words like a temptress. Explode on him. Strike him. Let it out.] Are. You. Worthy. Of your. Father's. Legacy? This man who loved you enough to cry in front of your enemies. Your world stolen right from under you. Are you living for him or yourself?
[He didn't care about Charles; the ghost had proven to have some sense of privacy when it came to information. Silco had a lot of spies in the city to know if there was that kind of rumormongering happening, and he had not come out to his daughter either. So honestly, technically no one knew because he had never admitted to anything. But there was no changing his lover's mind.
He didn't answer the question, waiting to see what Richard would do first. That might determine his response and whether he stayed or went.]