[Henry truly had sealed both of their fates that night when he had spoken out the prophecy. But he hadn't been the first one to curse him so, no. Both his mother and Joan had cursed him similarly his entire life. And neither had Henry been the one to awaken the demon within him. No, the previous king had murdered his heart, left it to rot in the ever bleeding wound that rekt of darkness and death. Richard had navigated in that frozen state for so many years until someone else came along, dug up the corpse and brought it back to alive with the words of magic.
At first Richard thinks of leaving Silco with the misconception. But allowing it would only twist the events of that night further, it would mix his hatred and shame together with his ambition.]
...Nay. It wasn't him who awoke the demon and made me accept my true nature. [Buckingham had dragged him out of his shell and forced him to admit his darkest desire as he was screaming and kicking. Yet another night which's events he could not be certain. There had been tears, blood and pain -- that much he knew. But at what point had the reality began and dream ended? That he did not know.
But it was all thanks to that night that they were here now together. Without his kingmaker's persistence and ability to see Richard beyond the body, he would have died a long time ago without ever knowing the touch of another person. Without Buckingham he would not have accepted Silco.
He briefly closes his eyes, focusing on the slow and gentle drag of bony knuckle against his cheek. He nearly leans into it but stops himself. He loathes the way Silco could just disarm him and make him weak with just simple touch.]
What of you Silco? [Richard opens his eyes again, staring right into his lover's mismatched eyes.] Where does your current fight take you? What is the the future that you seek?
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Date: 2025-02-15 02:52 am (UTC)At first Richard thinks of leaving Silco with the misconception. But allowing it would only twist the events of that night further, it would mix his hatred and shame together with his ambition.]
...Nay. It wasn't him who awoke the demon and made me accept my true nature. [Buckingham had dragged him out of his shell and forced him to admit his darkest desire as he was screaming and kicking. Yet another night which's events he could not be certain. There had been tears, blood and pain -- that much he knew. But at what point had the reality began and dream ended? That he did not know.
But it was all thanks to that night that they were here now together. Without his kingmaker's persistence and ability to see Richard beyond the body, he would have died a long time ago without ever knowing the touch of another person. Without Buckingham he would not have accepted Silco.
He briefly closes his eyes, focusing on the slow and gentle drag of bony knuckle against his cheek. He nearly leans into it but stops himself. He loathes the way Silco could just disarm him and make him weak with just simple touch.]
What of you Silco? [Richard opens his eyes again, staring right into his lover's mismatched eyes.] Where does your current fight take you? What is the the future that you seek?