[A bit too quick to be fully believed as far as Silco was concerned. He wondered if Richard was actually convinced of that pseudotruth, or if the younger man had simply told himself this mantra over and over again enough that it was the only truth he would haze himself in.] You don't believe that love can be found in the darkness? [He made a point of making a soft noise as if he were considering his own question.] Unfortunate for you that I accept you as you are, and we exist in the dark as you say.
[He knew what light that Richard was chasing, something that he knew all too well. The chase was always more to the point than the end itself. He had found that the end was disappointing when he had reached it, but yet there was more work to be done so he couldn't stop long.]
Do you believe the light inside of that crown and position will bring you happiness?
[Silco was equally tired by their separation, even if it hadn't been abrupt. They had talked about it, and he had accepted it as a necessary reality but being close again, letting some of his guard down reminded him of why he and Richard found each other so often in the past. He could close his eye and rest his temple on Richard's and simply sit quietly with the younger man regardless of the ridiculous decorations of the church.
He sat up again when his fingers were seized and pulled away, and he huffed noisily at Richard's usual theatrics when it came to going against his lover's wishes. It was just a book. He'd read plenty of provocative works of writing in the past and aside from thinking a time on it, little had moved him from his path.] My heart will not waver. [His other hand rose to stroke over the mostly healed scab on his neck where he had been 'baptized' in the past.] Third time is a charm then. Alright, if you see weakness growing in me, make me bleed.
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Date: 2025-01-27 06:38 pm (UTC)[He knew what light that Richard was chasing, something that he knew all too well. The chase was always more to the point than the end itself. He had found that the end was disappointing when he had reached it, but yet there was more work to be done so he couldn't stop long.]
Do you believe the light inside of that crown and position will bring you happiness?
[Silco was equally tired by their separation, even if it hadn't been abrupt. They had talked about it, and he had accepted it as a necessary reality but being close again, letting some of his guard down reminded him of why he and Richard found each other so often in the past. He could close his eye and rest his temple on Richard's and simply sit quietly with the younger man regardless of the ridiculous decorations of the church.
He sat up again when his fingers were seized and pulled away, and he huffed noisily at Richard's usual theatrics when it came to going against his lover's wishes. It was just a book. He'd read plenty of provocative works of writing in the past and aside from thinking a time on it, little had moved him from his path.] My heart will not waver. [His other hand rose to stroke over the mostly healed scab on his neck where he had been 'baptized' in the past.] Third time is a charm then. Alright, if you see weakness growing in me, make me bleed.