[The knife budged above of them as result of Silco's struggling, stealing away Richard's attention for a quick moment. Frowning, he looks up to consider the weapon, but before he could make any other move he felt the man trashing again under him. However, unlike before there was a sheer violent force behind it that hadn't been present before. Confusion now apparent on his features, Richard casts his gaze down at his lover, pushing briefly back against the struggling, hoping to ground him.]
What are you---!! Silco. Calm down! [Richard calls out, voice shaky and uncertain despite his attempts to keep the cool control his tone. He needed Silco to stop this or he was going to hurt himself. He could not understand what had gotten into the other man all of the sudden.
Oh. But he only needed to take the look at the other man's face, eyes wide and enraged, not seeing him but something else. Suddenly all the pieces fell together and Richard saw the full picture. His initial feeling of something being off had been correct. What he had thought to be their usual banter was actually a genuine expression of anger and discontent. The bite had been a warning and the previous struggling had been a real attempt to get away. To get away from him.
Now, Richard remained unaware of such concepts as panic attacks or post-traumatic stress disorder. But still, he had plenty of experience on both, seeing that the instability of his own mind kept plaguing his sense of reality almost on a daily basis. And he had witnessed both triggering on another person once before. In the guarded silence of the dark chapel, any sound being drowned out by the sound of rain hitting against the window. Henry covering in front of altar, screaming to get away from him.
It is not the same but.. yet, it is.
With his own eyes widening and breath freezing to his lung along with his entire body, Richard watches Silco to fight and push against his bonds with his entire body as if his life depended on it. Everything was happening in slow-motion in front of him, a second feeling like a small eternity.
Then he suddenly bolts off Silco's lap like one would pull hand away from live fire. And with the same speed he quickly reached out to grab the knife, pull it out and cutting away the tie constricting the older man's wrists. With the other one free, he takes haste steps back until the back of his legs hits the corner of the desk, almost tripping him. He then quickly circles around desk, knife still in his hand in case the other one were to lunge after him and attack.]
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What are you---!! Silco. Calm down! [Richard calls out, voice shaky and uncertain despite his attempts to keep the cool control his tone. He needed Silco to stop this or he was going to hurt himself. He could not understand what had gotten into the other man all of the sudden.
Oh. But he only needed to take the look at the other man's face, eyes wide and enraged, not seeing him but something else. Suddenly all the pieces fell together and Richard saw the full picture. His initial feeling of something being off had been correct. What he had thought to be their usual banter was actually a genuine expression of anger and discontent. The bite had been a warning and the previous struggling had been a real attempt to get away. To get away from him.
Now, Richard remained unaware of such concepts as panic attacks or post-traumatic stress disorder. But still, he had plenty of experience on both, seeing that the instability of his own mind kept plaguing his sense of reality almost on a daily basis. And he had witnessed both triggering on another person once before. In the guarded silence of the dark chapel, any sound being drowned out by the sound of rain hitting against the window. Henry covering in front of altar, screaming to get away from him.
It is not the same but.. yet, it is.
With his own eyes widening and breath freezing to his lung along with his entire body, Richard watches Silco to fight and push against his bonds with his entire body as if his life depended on it. Everything was happening in slow-motion in front of him, a second feeling like a small eternity.
Then he suddenly bolts off Silco's lap like one would pull hand away from live fire. And with the same speed he quickly reached out to grab the knife, pull it out and cutting away the tie constricting the older man's wrists. With the other one free, he takes haste steps back until the back of his legs hits the corner of the desk, almost tripping him. He then quickly circles around desk, knife still in his hand in case the other one were to lunge after him and attack.]