[Silco was an enigma. Whenever Richard looks at the man all he sees is a deep pit of darkness, one with many mysterious and deadly caverns that hid monstrosities in their depths, each always more horrible than the other. Like the fissure where he had born into. Richard was quite sure that he had only seen merely a fraction of the heat that Silco carried with him, a spark of an ember if even that. He knew better than to underestimate his lover. But also not to overestimate him either.
When Silco shifts underneath him Richard moves too, sliding his legs on the man's side and knees digging into the hard surface of the chair so that he's straddling his lover properly. With his fingertips mapping the shape of Silco's ever-so-familiar bone structure he listens to his words, his own expression staying unchanging and attentive.
Ah, he can tell that the other man is trying to bait him, fishing out that anger from him again with the mentions of his impassivity and lack of motivation. There was truth in that statement, of course, Richard's willingness to act had been wavering. And, despite this newest move, he still felt couldn't claim to be as invested as the other man was. He was yet to be convinced that this world had anything to offer him but ah. Guess, monsters can't stay idle too long either.
It had been in his intention to just push the knife at the Silco and leave it that, but the fingers curling around his own prevented him from withdrawing his hand. That's fine, then. Keeping his grip on the knife's handle, he allows Silco to guide their hands up and press the sharp edge of the blade against the tender, thin skin of his neck. The mismatched gaze caught the sight of crimson bead, bursting through faint cut. ]
If that truly is the case then stop rattling your chains at me like a sad ghost whenever I look elsewhere. The scorned lover attitude does not become of you. [When Silco pushes the knife back at him, he pulls his hand away from the man's face to grab on the handle to make keep Silco's hold on it. He stretches his neck forward to speak directly to his lover's ear, pressing his place chest against the cool steel.]
But, if there is something else you want say it out loud. Name it and claim it with those blood soaked hands of yours. [His voice drops down to a whisper, dripping of dare and lure. As if to asking the other to go ahead and do it, push the knife and break his skin.]
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When Silco shifts underneath him Richard moves too, sliding his legs on the man's side and knees digging into the hard surface of the chair so that he's straddling his lover properly. With his fingertips mapping the shape of Silco's ever-so-familiar bone structure he listens to his words, his own expression staying unchanging and attentive.
Ah, he can tell that the other man is trying to bait him, fishing out that anger from him again with the mentions of his impassivity and lack of motivation. There was truth in that statement, of course, Richard's willingness to act had been wavering. And, despite this newest move, he still felt couldn't claim to be as invested as the other man was. He was yet to be convinced that this world had anything to offer him but ah. Guess, monsters can't stay idle too long either.
It had been in his intention to just push the knife at the Silco and leave it that, but the fingers curling around his own prevented him from withdrawing his hand. That's fine, then. Keeping his grip on the knife's handle, he allows Silco to guide their hands up and press the sharp edge of the blade against the tender, thin skin of his neck. The mismatched gaze caught the sight of crimson bead, bursting through faint cut. ]
If that truly is the case then stop rattling your chains at me like a sad ghost whenever I look elsewhere. The scorned lover attitude does not become of you. [When Silco pushes the knife back at him, he pulls his hand away from the man's face to grab on the handle to make keep Silco's hold on it. He stretches his neck forward to speak directly to his lover's ear, pressing his place chest against the cool steel.]
But, if there is something else you want say it out loud. Name it and claim it with those blood soaked hands of yours. [His voice drops down to a whisper, dripping of dare and lure. As if to asking the other to go ahead and do it, push the knife and break his skin.]