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Silco ([personal profile] conflictresolution) wrote2023-08-09 07:54 pm

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"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."

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traumaticus: ghosthotel @ plurk (And devour what truly is yours)

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-11 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[It had never been in Richard's mind enter to a relationship like this one, or to find someone who he could extend his trust on this level. And yet, here they were. There were others that Richard held close to his heart, such as Charles for an example. But Silco continued to stand as the only one who Richard felt like he could, perhaps, place his trust and form an alliance of sorts.

Richard closed his eyes when the fingers slid behind the back of his neck. He inhales deep through his nostrils, breathing in the scent of the other man. Then, lets the air out between his lips, shoulders slugging forward a bit. It's only when Silco moves again when he opens his eyes, confusion mixed in with together soft fondness reflected in his gaze.

Was he truly afraid of losing him?]


We made a pact, Silco. [He reassures, his own fingers reaching up to brush against the darkened skin on his face.] You have done nothing to betray my trust. Until then, I have no reason to break this.
traumaticus: (And as the belt from)

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-11 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Love was nothing but a double-edged sword, that sought to destroy its wielder. A venomous snake hiding the unassuming in the shadows of the garden. Richard had experienced that once and made a firm oath to himself that he would never again fall prey to such madness of a mind. Richard had killed that part of himself all those years ago along with Henry. And despite of the soft, comforting words of his kingmaker, he wasn't foolish enough to try and look for love from a place where it didn't exist. No matter how much Joan mocked him and tried to lead him stray from his conviction.

Same applied to Silco. They might have come together as kindred spirits, seeking comfort and companionship in this strange land. But love it was not.

The fabric of his lover's clothing pressed against his body, a faint sense of irritation blending in together with the softness. Richard disliked it too. Feeling of a barrier guarding the heat of the body that alone could melt the ice on his soul.]


Other options don't matter. [He says, voice gaining strength and confidence as he speaks. There weren't other options, of course, no one else but Silco could look at his deformity and curse and not find it all disgusting. And if there somehow were others? It would make no difference. This is what he chose.] The demons of one's mind often find a way sneak in and lure us astray from our path of reason and conviction. Next time you fear falling into such trap abandon it and place your faith in what you know is true. Place your faith in me, Silco.
traumaticus: ghosthotel @ plurk (What's the time Mr. Wolf?)

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-11 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[The choice of his words weren't completely accidental. They were very similar to those that he spoke to the other lords when seducing them to support him. Just like back then, even now he was trying to reassure his lover to trust in him - look for support and comfort from him. The same way Silco did to Richard so many times.]

I already do. [And then, to solidify his words, Richard craned his head up and pulled Silco closer, sealing their lips into a kiss. It's not particularly deep or passionate kiss, but not a chaste nor shy either. It carried the heavy meaning of a promise, like a silent oath that was being shared. He slowly, pulls away while keeping their eye contact. Well, since Silco had offered a view to his own mind and what tormented him there he ought to return the favor. ]

There is a deep, burning anger inside me. [Richard's voice is silent, almost like a whisper. As if he was revealing a secret.] I can see how people look at me here. The way how they scoff and laugh at me, shake their heads as if I don't know any better. Like I'm wrong. [He had endured those kinds of looks and comments from the people in his own world too. The way they would whisper behind his back and look his small body in ridicule. Richard had trained and fought hard, learned their ways to redirect any doubts away from himself.] The anger eats me. I want to cut down a lot of them, slaughter them and set the damned city on fire.
traumaticus: (And as the belt from)

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-14 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Richard has carried the flames on anger within him for his entire life. But he had learned very early on not to give into his blind rage, no matter how much his heart yearned for the blood. He could still vividly remember the frustration and maddening hate he had felt as a young child. The never ending hatred towards the world that had taken his light away from him -- and towards the man who had killed his father. But he had learned that there was time and place for such violence. If you were going to kill a king you must be smart about it.

And he knew that unleashing his relentless rage on the fellow Chosen he would only be digging his own grave. They would all come back and no doubt cast their own judgement on him. So, he listened to his lover's words, knowing them to be true. The phantom touch of the fingertips traveling along his bare skin sending a light shivers down his spine. It wasn't like he hadn't tried to blend in, learning the language and custom of these people, expanding his understanding and trying to grow sympathetic towards them. But it was an uphill and Richard knew it.

But there was one remark in Silco's words that stood out among his words, resonating with him.]


Would you truly stand behind me even if the fire I set would eventually spread and reach your own doorstep? [A scenario that Richard believed would come true sooner or later, no matter their words of reassurance and loyalty. Would two monsters truly be able to learn co-exist like this? Well. Time will tell, he supposes.] Or would you continue break those shackles that others try to tie me with?
traumaticus: (You try so loud to love me)

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-15 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Every man has anger and rage within them. It was essential part of their core. It was all about how one could control and direct the darkness bubbling within. After all, there was only a fine line separating people from men and monsters. Just single wrong move and one will slip from path of nobility to madness. Richard knew very well, which one he was. The flames of hatred born from anguish and humiliation that were constantly burning his soul could not be quelled by the tears, but by blood.

It was that fire that made Richard strong, unyielding and cruel -- pushing him forward. It guided him to learn and mask himself as he moved in the shadows, pretending to be something that he is not. And it would be that same anger that would motivate him to adapt and adjust in this world as well.

Silco's words slip so easily past his tongue, like a smooth velvet hiding thorns beneath them. His pupils dilate as he feels very familiar kind of temptation pull his heart. Richard can't help but wonder if it truly was just a coincidence that both of his lovers had so much in common.]


You would see me managing one of your restaurants then? Would that be more appropriate to someone like me in your eyes?
traumaticus: (You should see me in crown)

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-16 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a thoughtful look on Richard's face as he considers Silco's proposition. The Inn would be a smart conquer, as it is the place where majority of the new Chosen take residence at. Controlling the housing would provide him power, both financially and socially -- especially if he moved lifted the price of rent. It was a worthwhile thought, yes. Something that Richard did think he could potentially succeed in, as he had been carefully following how Silco run his businesses and absorbed any information he could gather.

Though. There were still questions rip in Richard's mind. Namely 'why'?]


And you would sponsor me? [He asks, raising one subtle eyebrow. This... Wouldn't it go beyond their current pact? And does the man not see conflicting interests with supporting him like this when his own daughter was seeking to gain control? That is unless there is something that Richard fails to see.] Why would you place your bets on me?
traumaticus: (And I say)

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-16 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
'You're my lover,' there is something in that statement, a invisible underlying meaning perhaps, that make the hair on the back of Richard's neck stand and bristle. But he catches himself quickly, forcing down the emotion born from his unfavorable first impression.

He supposes that the man is right. Maybe there is some normalcy to these kinds of transactions between lovers? Men would shower their women with various gifts and so. Jewellery, dresses, flowers and what have. Not that Richard would know. He has never had that sort of relationship with Anne, not since their childhood. And with Buckingham...

Then again, hadn't his kingmaker given him something far more valuable than shiny trinkets? Similarly to what Silco was offering.]


I see. [Richard raises his hand so that he could take a hold Silco chin between his fingers, thumb briefly brushing past the lower lip.]

An inn and tavern to start with, then. But is that all your eyes can see? How far does your vision go? [Buckingham had given him the crown, fully believing him to be able to grab the light and carry on the weight of that choice. So what of his new lover? How far did Silco's trust in his potential and skills go? ]
traumaticus: (And we fall into each other)

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-16 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[Despite his social status and bloodline bringing him some power in his world, Richard had never taken any of it for granted. He was always the youngest brother, someone who would not inherit much from his parents. Small and frail, like a maiden - someone who people assumed never to reap glory or success outside of books and academics. Yet, he had proven every assumption made about him wrong and shaken the entire nation by carving that power for himself. He never expected it to be given to him, no. In his eyes it was something you took, using any means necessary.

So, the offer was a little jarring, sure. But what resonated within Richard was the meaning behind it, the support and belief in him that he could, once again, grasp the power with his own hands. The light didn't exist here, but he had always been comfortable in the shadows. This time what he had against him wasn't a god, but a monster.

Richard moved his hand, the fingertips sliding down along Silco's throat briefly feeling the Adam's apple there. The light touch traveled all the way down to meet the collar of his shirt, fingers idly playing with the fabric while he still held Silco's gaze with his own.

He had made his first move already by making an announcement regarding their safety and promising to train the people. The whole training group thing had been merely a poke on the ice, while also making his face and name known to others. Richard knew that there was still work to be done.]


Silco, [He says eventually, reaching now his both hands to undo the highest button on the man's shirt.] I am cold.

[A lie, as the flames on the fireplace were still going strong and heating up the rooms. But that wasn't the kind of heat he was after now] I want you.
Edited 2024-10-16 15:36 (UTC)
traumaticus: (And as the belt from)

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-17 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, Silco just simply can't talk about placing Richard in the position of a power and not to expect it to rouse his spirits?

Richard can already feel the hunger and excitement both wake in his body. The nimble fingers make quick work of rest of buttons on Silco's shirt and he leaned closer to press his lips against the column on his lover's neck. The touch on his sides send a shiver running down his spine, making him gasp softly against the thin layer of skin. His own hands wandered down to feel the buckle of Silco's belt, finger curling around the metal.]


Yes. The second of October. [Which was like.. tomorrow or so? Richard was quite sure that he had not mentioned such mundane detail to Silco before. Now, if his thoughts weren't preoccupied elsewhere he might actually even question the man where he had heard of it. Maybe he had talked to Charles? But ah, that could wait.

With a couple quick and powerful tugs Richard undoes the belt, pulling the other man against his own body by the hip. There's a determined look in his eyes. What Richard wants now is not smouldering and gentle agony that would fill up the cracks on the marble with the warm pleasure. No. What he was after right now was something more intense -- a burning fire that would melt the iron, leaving him boneless and spent.]
traumaticus: soukokus @ plurk ('Cause if we join our hands)

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-18 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[All men must strive towards peace, grab their weapons only when necessary and only to protect. That was the usual schpiel that Richard was used to nod along to with everyone else, to make people not to pay attention to the demon horns on his head. Because in reality, Richard knew that peace was nothing but a death sentence for someone like him. It had been relatively peaceful under the rule of Edward the Fourth, at least when compared to the chaotic reign of Henry, but it had also been the time when Richard had been no more than a walking corpse. There was no joy or pain, his cup filled with just bitter resentment and repression.

And Richard had almost slipped into similar passivity here. With no enemies to crush or light to chase. Just what was there for him in this world? Quiet and humble life as hunter? What a nightmare.

To fight was to live. To fight was to be king. He's certain that Silco could understand that.

With his fingers tightly hooked around his belt hoops, Richard tilted his head to the side so that Silco could move more freely around his neck and shoulder. There's a slight tingling sensation near his collar, remembering vividly the deep bite that Silco had left him in his youthful fervor.]


No. [He scoffs out an airy laugh, holding their bodies close. Richard had never been one too interested in celebrating his birthday. There was rarely any festivities or banquets held in his name. The most grandiose gesture was to serve strawberry pie as desert, but even that was for his son's sake.

'You shall host your own banquets. Once you are king'. Richard could hear the words of his kingmaker ring in his ears.

Not wanting to wait any longer Richard stepped to the side towards the bed, pulling Silco along with him. He sits down on the bed and lets go of his lover's pant, bringing his hands up to slide off his shoulders.]
traumaticus: (It rattles the bones of our fathers)

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-19 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Richard scoots back on the mattress. His hands reach to wrap around Silco's neck to pull his lover to join with him on the bed, urging the other man to climb on top of him. During these past months that they had shared bed they had formed a certain pattern to how to proceed with this. It had become like a dance of sorts, one that they knew the steps by heart at this point.

The slender and eager fingers caresses the skin on the back of Silco's back. And when the warm, calloused hands raise up to cup his face Richard cranes his neck up and parts his lips, all ready move to the next part already. Though, the question Silco proposes to him does make him pause for a moment, a brief bafflement in his eye as he looks up at the other man.

It's not like Richard is ignorant or that he doesn't know what Silco is referring to. One simply wasn't brother to someone like Edward and keep their innocence on the manners of lovemaking -- even if he didn't have firsthand experience on it. Buckingham had kissed him for sure and mapped the lines of his body with his lips and hands, making Richard familiar with his body in ways that he didn't know to even be possible. However... As much as his kingmaker did praise his body, worshiping the demon on the unholy altar, there was no denying that his attention and lovemaking were focused on his female parts.]


...No. They haven't. [He admits, a faint flush washing over his pale features as the warm nervousness from the anticipation stirs in his belly.]
traumaticus: (I'm gonna run this nothing town)

oh right nsfw warning goes here. don't look kids!

[personal profile] traumaticus 2024-10-30 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[The mattress shifts and dips underneath them as Silco places his weight on it and moves further in. Richard keeps sliding his hands along his lover's neck to his bare shoulders - appreciating his form. His fingers move along the sharp collarbones and then settling against his chest. The mismatched eyes are wide in wonder as he listens to Silco's words, craning his neck up to meet lips with his own.

The redness on his cheekbones darkens, the crimson framing his eyes and reaching all the way up to his ears. All of the sudden his throat feels so dry, his body growing hot as the suggestion goes right into his gut -- stirring his arousal. And maybe something else, too.

Richard was a man, that is true. But then again, it's also true that he isn't one. He's so used to refer to himself and address his body as one of a demon. It is also what Buckingham had called him. So, for Silco so effortlessly to side-step all the so-called abnormalities and see Richard as he wants to be seen? Yeah that leaves him speechless for a moment.]


Aye, you may. [Swallowing air, he lowers himself on the bed properly and rests his head against the mattress. ]

I have promised to surrender my body to you, have I not? You may do as you like.

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