['---don't you believe that love can be found in the darkness?
There is a tightening in Richard's chest as the weight of the question fills in the air. He can feel the weight of it press down at him, the thorns prickling through his leather and sinking deep into his flesh. And Silco's words that followed the initial question only twists his stomach further and allows the discomfort to seep into his open, bleeding wound.
Did Richard believe that? Maybe. He did not know. Who knows, maybe the wretched of the earth living the cursed life while covered in the infectious boils and what not could find light and feel love? Maybe thieves and other miscreants hiding in the shadows could do it? Sinners and heretics? Who knows. But what about men like him and Silco -- those who would devour lives and destroy those around them just to satisfy their dark ambitions? The reason in him says no. People like them can not possess something human like love, not without destroying each other.
That had been the reason why Richard had felt like he could give in his own desires and lean into this relationship. They were kin, in a sense at least, able to lick each other wounds and find comfort in their shared cage. But at the same time he didn't doubt that they would turn their fangs against each other given the opportunity. Wasn't that what their constant warnings for betrayal were all about?
His thoughts take him briefly back to the man that was not in this world. The one who owned half of his soul and had pledged himself to him in body and mind. Buckingham was like Silco, seeking to steal and claim whatever he wished for all while scoffing at the idea of God and Fate. Both of his lovers truly were similar in more ways than one. Could Buckingham love him? Again, he's not sure. Their bond was merely built around the common goal and the only reason they shared bed was to strengthen their resolve -- to prove that they were willing to face the flames of hell together. Nothing more... Correct.
The visible dark eye follows the movement of Silco's free hand as he reaches to touch his neck. The scar had healed nicely, the red cut having turned into barely visible dusty pink and dry line. A proof of the promise behind their bond. There is a small tug in Richard's chest as a familiar feeling stirred within him. It was the damned hope that had awoken during their first meeting all those months ago, raising its persistent head and pushing though the despair.
Inhaling deep, Richard lets go off Silco's hand and slouches forward, resting his elbows against his knees as he crossed his hands, eyes looking down at the floor at their feet. There is a brief and yet heavy silence as he chewed over his own previous outburst.]
Have you felt it, then? Love towards another human being that is not your daughter.
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Date: 2025-01-28 01:41 am (UTC)There is a tightening in Richard's chest as the weight of the question fills in the air. He can feel the weight of it press down at him, the thorns prickling through his leather and sinking deep into his flesh. And Silco's words that followed the initial question only twists his stomach further and allows the discomfort to seep into his open, bleeding wound.
Did Richard believe that? Maybe. He did not know. Who knows, maybe the wretched of the earth living the cursed life while covered in the infectious boils and what not could find light and feel love? Maybe thieves and other miscreants hiding in the shadows could do it? Sinners and heretics? Who knows. But what about men like him and Silco -- those who would devour lives and destroy those around them just to satisfy their dark ambitions? The reason in him says no. People like them can not possess something human like love, not without destroying each other.
That had been the reason why Richard had felt like he could give in his own desires and lean into this relationship. They were kin, in a sense at least, able to lick each other wounds and find comfort in their shared cage. But at the same time he didn't doubt that they would turn their fangs against each other given the opportunity. Wasn't that what their constant warnings for betrayal were all about?
His thoughts take him briefly back to the man that was not in this world. The one who owned half of his soul and had pledged himself to him in body and mind. Buckingham was like Silco, seeking to steal and claim whatever he wished for all while scoffing at the idea of God and Fate. Both of his lovers truly were similar in more ways than one. Could Buckingham love him? Again, he's not sure. Their bond was merely built around the common goal and the only reason they shared bed was to strengthen their resolve -- to prove that they were willing to face the flames of hell together. Nothing more... Correct.
The visible dark eye follows the movement of Silco's free hand as he reaches to touch his neck. The scar had healed nicely, the red cut having turned into barely visible dusty pink and dry line. A proof of the promise behind their bond. There is a small tug in Richard's chest as a familiar feeling stirred within him. It was the damned hope that had awoken during their first meeting all those months ago, raising its persistent head and pushing though the despair.
Inhaling deep, Richard lets go off Silco's hand and slouches forward, resting his elbows against his knees as he crossed his hands, eyes looking down at the floor at their feet. There is a brief and yet heavy silence as he chewed over his own previous outburst.]
Have you felt it, then? Love towards another human being that is not your daughter.