[And just like that, Silco had worked his magic once again. Because the moment Richard felt the lips press against his temple through his dark hair and inhale his scent, he knew he had no other choice than to let go. Once again he found himself disarmed in his lover's hands and forced to let go of the worries, anxieties and what not that were raising a storm within him.
A quiet sigh leaves from his lips and he presses his eyelids close again. The ice was thawed, revealing an aching heart underneath the frost -- yearning for the closeness and affection. Richard leaned in against his lover's chest, head resting on the man's collar. There might never be love between them and this is might as well be as far as they ever go... But right now that was more than enough. As long as they could stay close here like this.
How had he been sleeping? Well, Silco most likely knew the answer to that: badly. It had taken him some time to get used to the empty space in his bed and lack of the warmth. Sleeping alone had gotten easier, yes, but the nights were still full of terrors for him. The curse would come back to him, forcing its way through the small cracks of his mind and kept him awake until the morning rays.]
I'm tired, Silco. [Tired of being afraid, tired of Joan and her curses, tired of pretending to be something that he is not. Tired of being alone.] Just tired..
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A quiet sigh leaves from his lips and he presses his eyelids close again. The ice was thawed, revealing an aching heart underneath the frost -- yearning for the closeness and affection. Richard leaned in against his lover's chest, head resting on the man's collar. There might never be love between them and this is might as well be as far as they ever go... But right now that was more than enough. As long as they could stay close here like this.
How had he been sleeping? Well, Silco most likely knew the answer to that: badly. It had taken him some time to get used to the empty space in his bed and lack of the warmth. Sleeping alone had gotten easier, yes, but the nights were still full of terrors for him. The curse would come back to him, forcing its way through the small cracks of his mind and kept him awake until the morning rays.]
I'm tired, Silco. [Tired of being afraid, tired of Joan and her curses, tired of pretending to be something that he is not. Tired of being alone.] Just tired..