[The thing is, Richard is hardly overly affectionate person either. He, too, tends to avoid contact unnecessarily contact if possible. But through the dealings with Buckingham he's learned that a there is even a subtlest touch can hold power. Another tool of deceit and manipulation. However, in this case it had another purpose, not to control but to heal. And seeing how Silco is also privy to one of his secrets, one that not even his other half never knew, so there was already some trust forming -- even if it is a shaky one.
The further they walked in the more did his eyes got used to the darkness. He still couldn't make out of the fine details of the walls around them, but moving became easier as he no longer didn't have to doubt his every step.]
[Once they were in motion and things begin to line up smoothly with Richard following in step with him. That made things easier as they progressed through the caves, taking the necessary turns. He was keenly aware of the feel of Richard's hand around his wrist, the warmth bleeding through the fabric. In the dark, there was hypersensitivity to certain stimuli, and that's where some of his focus remained.
He took a left turn, having to ease across the tunnel to make it so they were momentarily without any wall to orient with.]
Spare thoughts usually, but I've never had much company in the caves. Least of all someone I knew the name of coming in. [He reached out until his fingers brushed the stone.] But today, I was going to show you the scaly beasts I told you about previously. If that interests you?
[The man's ability to traverse and navigate inside the cave system without a sight, needing no more than touch of his finger tips, truly is impressive one. Richard doesn't think he's ever met anyone who's been able to do so. But then again, he had never visited the depths of the mines, had he? Silco might not look like on who originated from the depths of the caves, not with that slim and seemingly fragile looking body, but it would make sense. After all, the man did speak of those who lived above, showering in the light of the day - separating them from himself.
'Is it not rich of you to judge the others by their appearance! You, out of all people, ought to know dangers of such blindness.' Joan laughs somewhere, her raw cackling echoing against the walls of the cavern. But Richard was not going to take the bait this time. It wasn't like she was wrong.]
Ah. Are you hoping to perhaps reap glory by slaying one? [He laughs lightly, sneering smile hidden away from the sight.] It would be a heroic deed that'd the bards would sing about to the future generations.
[Fissure folk were a hardy lot, and Silco had always made a point to return to his roots frequently. That's who he had been trying to raise up from oppression after all, and he liked to remind himself that he had once been nothing more than one of them regardless of how high his tower was. Besides, there was peace in the dark if one knew how to navigate it, and there were always subtle signs in caves even when the air was oppressive and the darkness was closing in.
That Richard simply held on and followed his lead was a point in the younger man's favour. Most would want light by now, verging on panic and already turned around as their imaginations took over for what monsters lurked waiting for them.]
Hardly. I see no glory is killing such beauty. Most would call them monsters, not realizing the irony that there is a monster in all of us. [He didn't mind being teased; he didn't come across nor cared to come across as someone who was into such heroics. That was Vander.] Such tales are mostly lies and embellishments anyway. Truth is just a survivor's story and history is written by the victors.
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Date: 2024-06-03 12:11 am (UTC)The further they walked in the more did his eyes got used to the darkness. He still couldn't make out of the fine details of the walls around them, but moving became easier as he no longer didn't have to doubt his every step.]
What are you hoping to find from here?
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Date: 2024-06-03 12:52 am (UTC)He took a left turn, having to ease across the tunnel to make it so they were momentarily without any wall to orient with.]
Spare thoughts usually, but I've never had much company in the caves. Least of all someone I knew the name of coming in. [He reached out until his fingers brushed the stone.] But today, I was going to show you the scaly beasts I told you about previously. If that interests you?
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Date: 2024-06-04 11:23 am (UTC)'Is it not rich of you to judge the others by their appearance! You, out of all people, ought to know dangers of such blindness.' Joan laughs somewhere, her raw cackling echoing against the walls of the cavern. But Richard was not going to take the bait this time. It wasn't like she was wrong.]
Ah. Are you hoping to perhaps reap glory by slaying one? [He laughs lightly, sneering smile hidden away from the sight.] It would be a heroic deed that'd the bards would sing about to the future generations.
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Date: 2024-06-04 01:09 pm (UTC)That Richard simply held on and followed his lead was a point in the younger man's favour. Most would want light by now, verging on panic and already turned around as their imaginations took over for what monsters lurked waiting for them.]
Hardly. I see no glory is killing such beauty. Most would call them monsters, not realizing the irony that there is a monster in all of us. [He didn't mind being teased; he didn't come across nor cared to come across as someone who was into such heroics. That was Vander.] Such tales are mostly lies and embellishments anyway. Truth is just a survivor's story and history is written by the victors.