[Just like Silco had before, Richard poked the invisible wound on purpose in hopes that it'd provoke a reaction. And oh dear. Did it ever.
He was frustrated, of course, that Silco would always find the way to turn Richard's words against him. Twist and turn and crank, as if to remind them both of the gulf between them. Maybe it was a defense mechanism, who knows. But Richard didn't care, finding only offense in the manner his lover kept mistrusting his words. He had accepted Silco, seen part of himself and another unknown power within him. Why couldn't that be enough?
The stone expression on his face shifts, lips curling up to almost sardonic smile at the end of the speech.] And there it is. The admirable show of rebellion. But I must wonder, who is it that holds the other end of your leash, hm?
[Richard then reached to place his glass back on the table, stood up, shed the top layer of his clothing on the chair and began to unbutton the top buttons of his shirt.] Because for one, it is not me. Ah, but perhaps that would work better for you if it were so?
[Richard walked around the table, right up to Silco. And then, almost as if to mimic his lover's previous actions, he leaned forward. His left hand reached to caress Silco's face as he settled to sit on the man's lap. His shirt was open now, revealing the white binder underneath it - almost as if to tease the other man.]
Do you wish to be the first in my thoughts? Is that the reason you act so offended, like I had wounded your pride? Would it suit you better if I gave up everything just to follow your dreams and worship you? Change my colors and announce every soul out there that I belong to no one else but you?
Or do you wish to see me as one of those who'd enslave you and your people? Chain you up like animals and enjoy the fruit of your hard labor, leaving you less than the scraps? You say that you feel no shame for what we have but be honest. Does it not anger you even a little bit to have brought someone like me to your bed? A son of a noble who represents everything you hate.
[Richard then reached behind his back to pull out the dagger he always carried with him and shoved it flat against Silco's chest.]
There I'm unarmed. Make your choice, unless you are interested in chasing after the third option.
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He was frustrated, of course, that Silco would always find the way to turn Richard's words against him. Twist and turn and crank, as if to remind them both of the gulf between them. Maybe it was a defense mechanism, who knows. But Richard didn't care, finding only offense in the manner his lover kept mistrusting his words. He had accepted Silco, seen part of himself and another unknown power within him. Why couldn't that be enough?
The stone expression on his face shifts, lips curling up to almost sardonic smile at the end of the speech.] And there it is. The admirable show of rebellion. But I must wonder, who is it that holds the other end of your leash, hm?
[Richard then reached to place his glass back on the table, stood up, shed the top layer of his clothing on the chair and began to unbutton the top buttons of his shirt.] Because for one, it is not me. Ah, but perhaps that would work better for you if it were so?
[Richard walked around the table, right up to Silco. And then, almost as if to mimic his lover's previous actions, he leaned forward. His left hand reached to caress Silco's face as he settled to sit on the man's lap. His shirt was open now, revealing the white binder underneath it - almost as if to tease the other man.]
Do you wish to be the first in my thoughts? Is that the reason you act so offended, like I had wounded your pride? Would it suit you better if I gave up everything just to follow your dreams and worship you? Change my colors and announce every soul out there that I belong to no one else but you?
Or do you wish to see me as one of those who'd enslave you and your people? Chain you up like animals and enjoy the fruit of your hard labor, leaving you less than the scraps? You say that you feel no shame for what we have but be honest. Does it not anger you even a little bit to have brought someone like me to your bed? A son of a noble who represents everything you hate.
[Richard then reached behind his back to pull out the dagger he always carried with him and shoved it flat against Silco's chest.]
There I'm unarmed. Make your choice, unless you are interested in chasing after the third option.