[Richard turned his head subtly to the side as he listened to his lover's answer. The golden-amber eye continued to stay hidden under his ebony hair, but the shift in his expression was still distinct enough. He could feel Silco's words to resonate with him and he immediately knew who this loved one was. The older man had before spoken of someone he had thought as a brother. A man who he had trusted and built plans for future with. Someone who were to betray and mutilate both his face and soul forever. Now, he was not privy to the details that had gone between them, but he could still see the picture before him clearly. Because he had gone through the same.
The blinding love, one that left you weak and desperate. Clinging on the smallest crumbs of the hope while begging for agony to both end and continue at the same time. He had felt the same. His foolish love for another man had driven him crazy. Was still driving him crazy.
But in Silco's words he hears the one true thing that he need to hear. "When I was a weak man." Silco was not that person anymore and he had, just like Richard, recognized the weakness and pain that such bond would bring. They might be lovers but there would not be love between them. Silco's embrace would never kill him.
He turned his gaze away from Silco and looked at the candlelit altar again. Though this time he was looking for something else, something that was not there. The true light.]
I killed the person I loved the most in a place very similar to this. And I would do it again and again. Until his soul is untethered and torn like a pathetic piece of rug, unrecognizable from what it before was. And I would do it with a joy.
[Just like Silco, Richard also killed the previous himself. He had died along with Henry, leaving behind only the demon. They truly were similar like that. Except no... He might have actually died a long time ago. In that forest where his mother had left him. The realization brings back the confidence to his body language, chasing away the wavering uncertainty and calming down the storm of emotions within him. This time it was not Joan's curses he heard, but the guiding and comforting words of his father. There is solace in solitude. ]
Inside the crown there is a golden circle of light. And within that circle there is the true paradise. The kind what poets and story tellers could only dream of. No need for sadness nor for fear. [He repeats the mantra, answering to Silco's earlier question. Yes. He believed that the crown would bring him happiness. After all, a king could have anything he ever wanted. He would be freed of the demons of the past.] The world is nothing but hell on Earth until the crown is placed on this head.
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The blinding love, one that left you weak and desperate. Clinging on the smallest crumbs of the hope while begging for agony to both end and continue at the same time. He had felt the same. His foolish love for another man had driven him crazy. Was still driving him crazy.
But in Silco's words he hears the one true thing that he need to hear. "When I was a weak man." Silco was not that person anymore and he had, just like Richard, recognized the weakness and pain that such bond would bring. They might be lovers but there would not be love between them. Silco's embrace would never kill him.
He turned his gaze away from Silco and looked at the candlelit altar again. Though this time he was looking for something else, something that was not there. The true light.]
I killed the person I loved the most in a place very similar to this. And I would do it again and again. Until his soul is untethered and torn like a pathetic piece of rug, unrecognizable from what it before was. And I would do it with a joy.
[Just like Silco, Richard also killed the previous himself. He had died along with Henry, leaving behind only the demon. They truly were similar like that. Except no... He might have actually died a long time ago. In that forest where his mother had left him. The realization brings back the confidence to his body language, chasing away the wavering uncertainty and calming down the storm of emotions within him. This time it was not Joan's curses he heard, but the guiding and comforting words of his father. There is solace in solitude. ]
Inside the crown there is a golden circle of light. And within that circle there is the true paradise. The kind what poets and story tellers could only dream of. No need for sadness nor for fear. [He repeats the mantra, answering to Silco's earlier question. Yes. He believed that the crown would bring him happiness. After all, a king could have anything he ever wanted. He would be freed of the demons of the past.] The world is nothing but hell on Earth until the crown is placed on this head.