[Richard's quiet hums and additions to conversation were hardly rare, least of all after their little debate. Often the younger man would withdraw and become insular and more often than not, Silco would allow that to happen. He remained a steady presence regardless, and he had learned how draw Richard back out to him little-by-little over the months that they had spent together.
No doubt the topic of the book revolving around Richard's religion remained a point of contention, but he was convinced that nothing in those words would move him to do more than scoff. And the topic of Richard's ascent to the crown was one that they had discussed, though perhaps he should lessen his rising dislike for this 'other half'. It wasn't as if the man was currently a threat to what they had.
No that threat remained his daughter who, by all measure, had completed an about face and was encouraging his relationship with Richard to flourish. His resistance was unfounded, based in fear of losing her. It was clearly a trap, a gotcha that she had set to remind him of his priorities.
He slowly pulled back when Richard did not reciprocate his affections, which was... odd. That was unusual, given his lover's craving for physical attention. The only time it failed to move the younger man was when they were actively in disagreement, so this cold shoulder briefly flummoxed him. He sat back and considered, his gaze watching the younger man next to him as he mulled over the list of possibilities based on the topics and their exchanges, picking them apart each word at a time.]
So it would seem. She had progressed, become and seemingly abandoned being a revolutionary force. This place had decided to bring in more troubles from my world for her to tangle with. [His arm stretched across the back of the pew so he could settle his hand at the back of Richard's neck, trying again to draw his lover out with physical affection.] However, I am here with you tonight, if you wish me to stay with you. It's been... some time since we spent time together.
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No doubt the topic of the book revolving around Richard's religion remained a point of contention, but he was convinced that nothing in those words would move him to do more than scoff. And the topic of Richard's ascent to the crown was one that they had discussed, though perhaps he should lessen his rising dislike for this 'other half'. It wasn't as if the man was currently a threat to what they had.
No that threat remained his daughter who, by all measure, had completed an about face and was encouraging his relationship with Richard to flourish. His resistance was unfounded, based in fear of losing her. It was clearly a trap, a gotcha that she had set to remind him of his priorities.
He slowly pulled back when Richard did not reciprocate his affections, which was... odd. That was unusual, given his lover's craving for physical attention. The only time it failed to move the younger man was when they were actively in disagreement, so this cold shoulder briefly flummoxed him. He sat back and considered, his gaze watching the younger man next to him as he mulled over the list of possibilities based on the topics and their exchanges, picking them apart each word at a time.]
So it would seem. She had progressed, become and seemingly abandoned being a revolutionary force. This place had decided to bring in more troubles from my world for her to tangle with. [His arm stretched across the back of the pew so he could settle his hand at the back of Richard's neck, trying again to draw his lover out with physical affection.] However, I am here with you tonight, if you wish me to stay with you. It's been... some time since we spent time together.