I won't dispute that reality, no. However, there are methods and activities which can lessen that suffering for oneself. [His tone was far more whimsey, aware that both himself and Richard would bask in sin and never feel regret for it. This was who they were, and in that, the suffering was eased as they had each other to share aspects of it with. They had limited time of course, which meant they had to make the most of what they had in this false reality.
Silco stood for the slide of Richard's hand along his collar, touching his throat (which caused faint tension), and then he leaned into those fingers sliding along his jawline. His hand moved to caress the side of Richard's face with a finger, drawing back that curtain of hair so that it could be tucked behind the younger man's ear.
He leaned in closer, as if he might share a secret but decided not to speak. No, he studied his lover in the dim light of the cellar-like bunker. With no throne, he knew that there were other avenues. He wondered if they should venture down that path together or separately, meeting somewhere in the middle. Had Richard ever brought people to their knees before? Silco had. Shimmer. There were other methods, ones he had slowly maneuvered himself into since the start of his tenure here.]
Indeed, a mystery to be certain. Time will tell. [He had an idea. Silco was keen to understand rivals for power after all. It wasn't his fault he happened to be bedding one of the most dangerous ones (it actually was).] Have I ever stepped from your good graces for long, hmm? There are many reasons we still enjoy one another's company.
[He feigned curiosity.] Did you not invite me here to show me your new little hide-out?
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Date: 2025-03-04 04:41 pm (UTC)Silco stood for the slide of Richard's hand along his collar, touching his throat (which caused faint tension), and then he leaned into those fingers sliding along his jawline. His hand moved to caress the side of Richard's face with a finger, drawing back that curtain of hair so that it could be tucked behind the younger man's ear.
He leaned in closer, as if he might share a secret but decided not to speak. No, he studied his lover in the dim light of the cellar-like bunker. With no throne, he knew that there were other avenues. He wondered if they should venture down that path together or separately, meeting somewhere in the middle. Had Richard ever brought people to their knees before? Silco had. Shimmer. There were other methods, ones he had slowly maneuvered himself into since the start of his tenure here.]
Indeed, a mystery to be certain. Time will tell. [He had an idea. Silco was keen to understand rivals for power after all. It wasn't his fault he happened to be bedding one of the most dangerous ones (it actually was).] Have I ever stepped from your good graces for long, hmm? There are many reasons we still enjoy one another's company.
[He feigned curiosity.] Did you not invite me here to show me your new little hide-out?