[Their similar stories despite the eras and classes that they grew up in was part of what attracted him to Richard. The younger man had overcome so much, fought so hard, sought after a seemingly impossible dream. Just like him. They had both been born in the darkness, though his own had come with little fanfare but it remained a truth that it was shocking both of them had survived infancy and childhood given the environment. They had been weak, supported by stronger men through and then learned the hard way to find their own feet.
It was a fact that neither one of them could entirely trust again. There was too much background, too many slights and betrayals, so they had to focus forward on their goals. In this way, Silco had always felt a connection to Richard that he hadn't felt with anyone else, not even his own daughter.
Yet his gaze moved from watching the back of Richard's head to look across the altar with all its little decorations and candles bathing the place in light. His fingers dragged over the spot between his lover's shoulder blades, and he considered the tale being woven for him. It was more details that he supposed he had given about his own lover.]
What betrayal did this person do against your person to provoke such a response? This is supposed to be a holy place according to you, and you killed a man under the eye of your God. That's... bold.
[He knew what it was like though, to wish to repeat that moment over and over again, to claim the victory and prove everyone who thought they could be redeemed or brought to heel wrong. He had drive the knife into Vander's back and then front, had looked into those gray eyes and felt a momentary heat when he knew that he had won, that he had overcome a greater enemy and completed his transformation to something more. No longer would he be that dirty little thing of the undercity.
Yet, he sighed from his nose as the same old tale was spoken of. He'd seen the crown and hadn't thought much of it, but he could tell that Richard was drive to achieve that.] And will you bring about a Hell to those that prevented and stood in your path from achieving this golden light? It seems to me that the higher in the political world one ventures, the more inherent dangers there are, but these knives are cloaked behind smiles and ambition. It seems you might be happy but walking into a larger fight at the same time.
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Date: 2025-02-05 02:12 pm (UTC)It was a fact that neither one of them could entirely trust again. There was too much background, too many slights and betrayals, so they had to focus forward on their goals. In this way, Silco had always felt a connection to Richard that he hadn't felt with anyone else, not even his own daughter.
Yet his gaze moved from watching the back of Richard's head to look across the altar with all its little decorations and candles bathing the place in light. His fingers dragged over the spot between his lover's shoulder blades, and he considered the tale being woven for him. It was more details that he supposed he had given about his own lover.]
What betrayal did this person do against your person to provoke such a response? This is supposed to be a holy place according to you, and you killed a man under the eye of your God. That's... bold.
[He knew what it was like though, to wish to repeat that moment over and over again, to claim the victory and prove everyone who thought they could be redeemed or brought to heel wrong. He had drive the knife into Vander's back and then front, had looked into those gray eyes and felt a momentary heat when he knew that he had won, that he had overcome a greater enemy and completed his transformation to something more. No longer would he be that dirty little thing of the undercity.
Yet, he sighed from his nose as the same old tale was spoken of. He'd seen the crown and hadn't thought much of it, but he could tell that Richard was drive to achieve that.] And will you bring about a Hell to those that prevented and stood in your path from achieving this golden light? It seems to me that the higher in the political world one ventures, the more inherent dangers there are, but these knives are cloaked behind smiles and ambition. It seems you might be happy but walking into a larger fight at the same time.