[As soon as he had heard about this 'other' man, Silco had recognized the tone and look on Richard's face that said plainly that whatever they had would be immediately over if the other showed up. This Kingmaker was someone he would probably dislike, but he valued the experience with Richard enough to simply walk away. Relationships were always doomed on some level, and this place was proving no different.
That's why one had to believe in a cause, not in people. People always let someone else down with enough time and space to breathe into that reality.
He let his head fall back a bit as Richard nursed the self-inflicted injury on his neck, no doubt making it so much worse and likely to be visible when he wasn't wearing his jacket. He eyed his lover as Richard moved, pulling away from the current position, and he was not back in their intimate moment so much that he didn't realize what was about to happen. He shifted again in the chair, considering standing to regain the position of power subtly. This was a shift as it was, Richard giving up more than gaining, which might have been the only reason he stayed seated.
He stared down into those mismatched eyes, fingers gripping the arms of the chair. His chest and stomach still tingled with the path of those lips, but the request was not even a little big tempting. Richard had been frank about what such pledges meant, and the last person who he had made anything close to such a declaration had tried to murder him in a fit of rage.]
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Date: 2024-12-07 05:46 pm (UTC)That's why one had to believe in a cause, not in people. People always let someone else down with enough time and space to breathe into that reality.
He let his head fall back a bit as Richard nursed the self-inflicted injury on his neck, no doubt making it so much worse and likely to be visible when he wasn't wearing his jacket. He eyed his lover as Richard moved, pulling away from the current position, and he was not back in their intimate moment so much that he didn't realize what was about to happen. He shifted again in the chair, considering standing to regain the position of power subtly. This was a shift as it was, Richard giving up more than gaining, which might have been the only reason he stayed seated.
He stared down into those mismatched eyes, fingers gripping the arms of the chair. His chest and stomach still tingled with the path of those lips, but the request was not even a little big tempting. Richard had been frank about what such pledges meant, and the last person who he had made anything close to such a declaration had tried to murder him in a fit of rage.]
Make me.