[In that, they had such a sentiment in common. Silco had spent a lifetime being looked down up and rated as being relatively worthless. His value had been what he made it, and he let no one question that without a response. It was why Richard initially calling him a peasant had earned such a strong response from him, and he had no doubt that his lover continued to feel the same way unspoken. Yes, Richard said there was no shame in this pact, but he knew a lifetime of focusing on blood's importance would always set them apart on that sliding scale.
Richard's words also rung true for him as well, and his expression momentarily softened towards an affectionate stare. See? Richard just got it, though replace king with leader he supposed. Those that didn't fight didn't deserve to grow fat on their positions of power; someone would always take it from them.]
I knew there was a reason that I liked you so much. [He corner of his lip tugged in near smile. He finally picked up his tumbler of whiskey and lifted the glass aloft in the form of a toast, as promised before he had picked a fight.] To the fight that neither of us will stop being a part of. Those that won't fight will be put in their place, removed, or manipulated into action. And to the start of your new fight for power here, starting with this inn.
[He made a point of taking a sip from the tumbler before setting it back down on the desk he was leaning against and next to Richard's own abandoned glass. It seemed that his lover knew him well enough to guess where his strengths lay beyond simple business acquisition. Controlling information was as important as gathering it after all.]
As long as you want to. [He corrected that immediately. Silco did not have a vested interest in this particular secret.] But yes, I can spread rumors and deceit far and wide. If you want even a hint of this narrative to go away, I can see it done.
[Silco also would not be the one to leave first, not yet. This was not his space, but after their little tiff, he wouldn't wish to lose ground by turning tail and fleeing. He'd keep a distance for now, respecting that Richard likely wished a boundary of space between them.]
Is it? Well, that won't be a mistake that I make again. I consider myself warned. [It took twice for that to be something he considered as an actual threat.] Ah no, you do not speak ill of my miscreant of a daughter, but your thoughts are loud enough at times. You do not approve of her or the effect she has on me, I expect. Everyone does.
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Date: 2024-11-10 02:44 pm (UTC)Richard's words also rung true for him as well, and his expression momentarily softened towards an affectionate stare. See? Richard just got it, though replace king with leader he supposed. Those that didn't fight didn't deserve to grow fat on their positions of power; someone would always take it from them.]
I knew there was a reason that I liked you so much. [He corner of his lip tugged in near smile. He finally picked up his tumbler of whiskey and lifted the glass aloft in the form of a toast, as promised before he had picked a fight.] To the fight that neither of us will stop being a part of. Those that won't fight will be put in their place, removed, or manipulated into action. And to the start of your new fight for power here, starting with this inn.
[He made a point of taking a sip from the tumbler before setting it back down on the desk he was leaning against and next to Richard's own abandoned glass. It seemed that his lover knew him well enough to guess where his strengths lay beyond simple business acquisition. Controlling information was as important as gathering it after all.]
As long as you want to. [He corrected that immediately. Silco did not have a vested interest in this particular secret.] But yes, I can spread rumors and deceit far and wide. If you want even a hint of this narrative to go away, I can see it done.
[Silco also would not be the one to leave first, not yet. This was not his space, but after their little tiff, he wouldn't wish to lose ground by turning tail and fleeing. He'd keep a distance for now, respecting that Richard likely wished a boundary of space between them.]
Is it? Well, that won't be a mistake that I make again. I consider myself warned. [It took twice for that to be something he considered as an actual threat.] Ah no, you do not speak ill of my miscreant of a daughter, but your thoughts are loud enough at times. You do not approve of her or the effect she has on me, I expect. Everyone does.