[Richard had not encountered the ghosts' that would haunt Jinx. He had understood from his lover's words that the spirits in question were her brothers' who had met untimely death, rather than witches with demonic powers. To his ears it seemed like Jinx suffered from similar condition as Henry had, rather than being cursed.
The question made him pause. Joan had told him the reason from the beginning, and she kept repeating it time after time again. Because I'm you. A cold and crushing truth that Richard knew and understood. Both of them were criminals in the eyes of the Lord.]
Because I'm a demon. [And so does the spin wheel again, weaving the threads together in this toxic circle. All ends leading to his own self-hatred, one that is rationalized by the very same religion he continues to make these sacrifices for. It's like a drug that just kept him coming back for more abuse and self-harm.
He scoffs silently but accepted Silco's answer, content to leave that part of the discussion there. They could argue, push and pull until they both run out of breath and energy without truly finding a compromise on what would be preferable fate for soul. But the night wouldn't last forever and despite the confrontational tone in his words, Richard was hardly interested in keeping up such fruitless labor. He supposes that it'd only make sense for Silco to not be able to see the value in light, after having spend so much time in the dark. Him dismissing the heaven and God did remind him of his kingmaker. The thought made his heart soften.
And that longing was only heightened by Silco's words. Any topic of possible opposition, the nature of afterlife and what not was briefly forgotten when the meaning behind the man's reason registered in his mind. His heart swells and skips a beat, making his stomach drop while also bringing about a dark crimson hue on his cheeks.
"He wanted to see you." For once, Richard does not flinch or allow the voices to distract him. Because the truth was that he returned the sentiment.
Richard had missed the other man, too. Far more than he should have. Them being separated now was only a logical conclusion after their bubble had been burst by the girl named Jinx. It was what they had agreed on. And yet the distance tormented Richard, summoning the long forgotten despair and strengthening his loneliness. It served as a bitter reminder that he truly was alone in this world - Silco being his only solace.
He had missed the touch of the calloused rough hands, the lingering fragrance of whiskey mixed in stinging smoke, the deep voice that would fill in the silent space within the room - roping him into conversations and teaching him more about this strange world. He missed waking up in the mornings, knowing that Silco was there to chase away the nightmares of the night.
A quick moment passed with Richard just standing there, breathing heavily through his nose. He then moved again and walked around the altar, this time to approach his lover. He stopped right in front of him with his back turned against the ocean of light.]
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Date: 2025-01-17 01:49 am (UTC)The question made him pause. Joan had told him the reason from the beginning, and she kept repeating it time after time again. Because I'm you. A cold and crushing truth that Richard knew and understood. Both of them were criminals in the eyes of the Lord.]
Because I'm a demon. [And so does the spin wheel again, weaving the threads together in this toxic circle. All ends leading to his own self-hatred, one that is rationalized by the very same religion he continues to make these sacrifices for. It's like a drug that just kept him coming back for more abuse and self-harm.
He scoffs silently but accepted Silco's answer, content to leave that part of the discussion there. They could argue, push and pull until they both run out of breath and energy without truly finding a compromise on what would be preferable fate for soul. But the night wouldn't last forever and despite the confrontational tone in his words, Richard was hardly interested in keeping up such fruitless labor. He supposes that it'd only make sense for Silco to not be able to see the value in light, after having spend so much time in the dark. Him dismissing the heaven and God did remind him of his kingmaker. The thought made his heart soften.
And that longing was only heightened by Silco's words. Any topic of possible opposition, the nature of afterlife and what not was briefly forgotten when the meaning behind the man's reason registered in his mind. His heart swells and skips a beat, making his stomach drop while also bringing about a dark crimson hue on his cheeks.
"He wanted to see you." For once, Richard does not flinch or allow the voices to distract him. Because the truth was that he returned the sentiment.
Richard had missed the other man, too. Far more than he should have. Them being separated now was only a logical conclusion after their bubble had been burst by the girl named Jinx. It was what they had agreed on. And yet the distance tormented Richard, summoning the long forgotten despair and strengthening his loneliness. It served as a bitter reminder that he truly was alone in this world - Silco being his only solace.
He had missed the touch of the calloused rough hands, the lingering fragrance of whiskey mixed in stinging smoke, the deep voice that would fill in the silent space within the room - roping him into conversations and teaching him more about this strange world. He missed waking up in the mornings, knowing that Silco was there to chase away the nightmares of the night.
A quick moment passed with Richard just standing there, breathing heavily through his nose. He then moved again and walked around the altar, this time to approach his lover. He stopped right in front of him with his back turned against the ocean of light.]
What do you intend to do with the bible?