Hm. [Richard stays quiet, merely humming softly as he listened to Silco's estimation on his other half. Was that contempt he was sensing behind his lover's words? Richard knew that Buckingham was hardly the most likeable personality, not with his shameless ambitions, bold moves and sharp tongue that would turn lies into truth -- that would bring the crown down on a demon's head. But neither of his lovers had met each other -- nor did they pose a danger or anything to like to one another.
But he considers Silco's words. Had he truly found a way to stand on his own? The nightmares and Joan would have him think differently. Was he not still leaning on the crutch provided by someone else? Expecting someone else to chase away the monsters lurking in his and guiding him out of the forest.
But speaking of the crutch? Richard stays still as Silco closes the gap between them. He can feel the hot air of his lover's breath tingling against his face. He remembers the conversations they had all those months ago, when they were still strangers to each other. They had talked about legacies, the power and control, the empire of dirt. And Jinx, of course. As long as she was in picture Richard knew that he and Silco could never truly share same goal, and that in the end the two monsters would have to turn on against one another.
But now there was a 'we' present in his words.
And perhaps for the first time he does not reciprocate the closeness nor lean into his lover's touch, despite his body screaming him to do so. Instead he turns his head away and withdraws so that his back presses against the bench. He continues to stay quiet for another moment, Joan's previous curses echoing in the back of his mind. 'You can't help but seek for it.' 'Do not expect for a happy ending.']
I see. [He says eventually with a deep sigh, his shoulders relaxing.] The time spent away from you must have shaped her thoughts, bringing new troubles to plague her mind. You need to be with her now more than ever.
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Date: 2025-02-16 07:59 pm (UTC)But he considers Silco's words. Had he truly found a way to stand on his own? The nightmares and Joan would have him think differently. Was he not still leaning on the crutch provided by someone else? Expecting someone else to chase away the monsters lurking in his and guiding him out of the forest.
But speaking of the crutch? Richard stays still as Silco closes the gap between them. He can feel the hot air of his lover's breath tingling against his face. He remembers the conversations they had all those months ago, when they were still strangers to each other. They had talked about legacies, the power and control, the empire of dirt. And Jinx, of course. As long as she was in picture Richard knew that he and Silco could never truly share same goal, and that in the end the two monsters would have to turn on against one another.
But now there was a 'we' present in his words.
And perhaps for the first time he does not reciprocate the closeness nor lean into his lover's touch, despite his body screaming him to do so. Instead he turns his head away and withdraws so that his back presses against the bench. He continues to stay quiet for another moment, Joan's previous curses echoing in the back of his mind. 'You can't help but seek for it.' 'Do not expect for a happy ending.']
I see. [He says eventually with a deep sigh, his shoulders relaxing.] The time spent away from you must have shaped her thoughts, bringing new troubles to plague her mind. You need to be with her now more than ever.