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

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Date: 2024-06-22 08:08 pm (UTC)
traumaticus: (I'm okay)
From: [personal profile] traumaticus
[Richard raises a matching eye brow at Silco and his lips curl up in amused grin. It is quite interesting that he didn't mince his words about her. Normally he'd hear fathers try to appeal to their children's more positive traits, to their wits and bravery if the child was a boy, and to their beauty and grace if it was girl.]

Neither, actually. [Jinx hadn't exactly been the most polite encounter, and she had certainly tried to get under his skin but she hadn't really posed as a threat to Richard. More than she had came across as a brat who lacked manners.] She merely seemed to be quite worried for you.

[So, there was a pattern to this world's workings? He supposes it only makes sense. Just like clear weather after a stormy night.]

Does that mean that people will be let out as well?

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Date: 2024-06-22 10:43 pm (UTC)
traumaticus: (Throw the plate at the wall)
From: [personal profile] traumaticus
[Huh... Richard has seen his own fair amount of troubled family life. Hell, his own had been rather stormy one between the three brothers. He also knew that there could be disagreements between sons and fathers, and sometimes even mother would shun her child -- like his had done. But to have disobedient daughter?

Yeah, no. That sounds just weird. It is daughter's role to be obedient and listen to their father -- at least until she's married off.]


You are her father. It is in your right to approach her despite her mood. [And as far as he knew, the same rules applied to even peasants. Daughters ought to respect the authority of their father.

Richard frowns at that explanation. Well, it would be too much to ask of sinners to redeem themselves that quickly. But yet, it did feel suspicious that people were to appear here on periodically like that and not when their sins out-weighted their good deeds.]


Hm. You must be pleased, then. It ought to bring you more customers and business opportunities.

(no subject)

Date: 2024-06-23 12:02 am (UTC)
traumaticus: (I'm the paper cut that kills you)
From: [personal profile] traumaticus
[Richard allows Silco to have his moment, waiting for the man to reply in silence. He obviously did not know the depths of the issues that were poisoning the blood between his companion's family, nor was he one to pry. But whatever it was, it clearly affected the man's mood. He supposes he could understand that. Especially if his bond to his daughter was anything like Richard's own with his father.

He hums quietly and moves past Whitey, taking a few steps closer to Silco.]


We all want best for our children. [He says, trying to reach for a sense of solidarity. Maybe even camaraderie of sorts with the way he looks up at the man's mismatched eyes. All while he knew that he wasn't exactly the person to say that. Not when he barely knew the boy whom he had claimed to be his own. Satisfied with leaving him to Anne's care, only reaping the benefits of having a child. A heir.

But yet.. He could not stop himself thinking back to that stormy night after George's orphaned children were left to his care, when Edward had came to him all scared and teary-eyed after being tormented by a nightmare.

Children do come to you when they are ready, huh. Guess there was some truth to it.]


For now it doesn't.

Cw: mention of child death & abortion

Date: 2024-06-23 11:14 pm (UTC)
traumaticus: (If you think I'm pretty)
From: [personal profile] traumaticus
[Your weakness is open and showing, Silco. However, it is not an unusual one. Parents are expected to love their children, and vice versa. It is rare when that condition isn't met and more of a sign of weakness in ones soul more than anything. Or a curse, like was the case with him and his mother. Bound by the curse of blood and flesh that was festering like an open wound in harsh heat of sun. The hatred and pain kept them tied together, despite both parties despairing over the damned bond.

But as far as Richard could tell Silco was opposite of that. Why else would he have called a child without a trace of his blood his own? He spoke truthfully about her darkness, but unlike Richard's mother there was no sign of condemn nor disgust. Just open understanding and....even pride? That's what a love must be like, Richard decided. A pure, unfiltered love.]


I do know of parent shunning their child. [His voice gains perhaps a little tighter tone when the words slip past his lips. Jane, the witch that had wrapped his King Brother around his brother, had told as much. That there were women who'd seek out to kill the baby inside their bodies. An ultimate crime against God.

Richard steps around Silco, moving back to take his position at the target practice. He draws the bow and with practiced carefulness, making the whole process look smooth and effortless.]


I wonder which traits your daughter is reflecting? [He takes aim, breathes in and releases. The arrow soars quickly through the air, landing right in middle of the painted target on tree.]

You have the work cut out for you. Tell me, how are you prepared to fight and defend your position here in case someone with similar interests and ambition arrives? A cunning devil with charisma and means to steal your goal.

just cw for everything tbh...

Date: 2024-06-24 11:55 am (UTC)
traumaticus: (One by one by one)
From: [personal profile] traumaticus
[The wound left on his soul by his own complicated relationship to his parents was still fresh and painful, that Richard very much preferred to move away from the topic of unwanted parenthood and toxic bonds of family. Besides, he believes that Silco had already offered him more than enough information about himself and his daughter. Family, even when founded on love, did mean happiness. And it did seem to be partially true on the man's case.

Richard pulls out another arrow from the quiver strapped against his hip. He draws the bow again, takes an aim and releases the arrow, this time taking considerably less time than before.]


Hm. Quite fantasy you have there. [He says flatly and turns to look over his shoulder. The horrors of the torture Silco had just described did not really impress him that much, having grown up hearing the terrors happening inside the dark depths of London Tower. If anything, his people were rather creative when it came to coming up ways to inflict pain on convicts, prolonging their suffering before miserable death. But there is something almost funny in how Silco just jumped on the violence with his answer. It reminded Richard a little of himself during his youth. Hot headed, only interested in spilling the blood left and right in order to spread glory of York.]

But unfortunately, rather dangerous approach. At the end of War of Roses me and my brothers had captured Henry Sixth, the ruling Lancaster King. His existence was clear danger to my brother's claim on throne and we we're left with dilemma what to do? If we killed the man it would not inspire trust nor loyalty on the new king, painting him as nothing but a violent usurper. [And yet, the solution to their situation had been an assassination. Ugly and hushed business, one that would be fatal to their reputation if it ever became public knowledge.]

Peasants can fight. And they will rebel and look to replace the false king with one they deem worthy, given a chance. It would be unwise of you to make yourself one.

(no subject)

Date: 2024-06-25 01:24 am (UTC)
traumaticus: (Watch me make 'em bow)
From: [personal profile] traumaticus
[The tension around them has shifted, turning from previous casualness into something more tight and reserved. And like always, leave it to Whitey the Boar to pick up the subtle changes first before his master. Whitey had been sniffing on the grass and poking the dirt with his pink snout, perhaps in hopes of finding some hidden food and what not. And once the anger slips into Silco's words the pig reacts almost immediately, raising his head from the ground and letting out a nervous squeal. After that Whitey runs off, hiding somewhere in the bushes nearby as if fearing that something was going to happen.

Richard, in return, turned his attention briefly away from his practice to watch as Whitey disappeared behind the green leaves. Figures, he thinks to himself and turns his eyes back at Silco.]


I am not. The power of a king is measured by his people. They have power to take down those who they claim unworthy. [The irritation and displeasure were evident in Silco's voice and posture. Although Richard couldn't quite picture why. As far as he's concerned he's spoken no ill of those born into lesser ranks than what his own, having first hand experience in just how much power they possessed. At the end his ultimate opponent had been the hearts of peasants and his future subjects. If he could not make them believe that he was benevolent and just there would only had been another uprising as he sought to claim the throne.] And without God in this forsaken land I do not see much difference between us. We are all nothing but sinners.

[Richard had sinned, gravely so, and flown too close to the sun. Only to have his wings torn off and thrown into this unknown, bizarre land of purgatory. It's something he believed that bound him, Silco and everyone else present together.] Take it, whether you seek for my council or not. As a friendly advice from one that is interested to see how will you use that power to shape this land into your image.

(no subject)

Date: 2024-06-26 09:28 am (UTC)
traumaticus: (My skin peels off like paint)
From: [personal profile] traumaticus
[The remark came out as a jab, maybe more than what Silco had originally intended. After all, the older man was not aware of true nature of Richard's ambitions and just what he had been doing in his world before arriving here. To knock down the divine and just, and place a demon on a throne. And he had came so close to achieve it. Coronation date set, people's favor obtained and all enemies defeated. But guess God was really determined from keeping him away from becoming a king and banish him from the paradise.]

No. But I am still a subject, aren't I? [The tone in his voice drops down a few notches down to the colder. He then turns around to shoot another arrow. Though, this time he does so more hastily, missing the mark just barely. Seems like the irritation in the air is contagious kind.] Call it whatever you want. [He scoffs back, taking out yet another arrow. He still has couple left to shoot. Richard wouldn't call them friends either. Acquaintances maybe? Allies of sorts? Who knows. But not friends.

He places arrow on its place and draws the bow. But before releasing the arrow he decides to go for it:]
What are you angry about?

(no subject)

Date: 2024-06-26 10:36 pm (UTC)
traumaticus: (You touch)
From: [personal profile] traumaticus
[At first Richard believes the root of Silco's ire to be just that. Frustration over the differences of class and how being born in different societies has treated them. A ridiculous thing to get angry about, Richard thinks. Peasants are peasants, lords are lords. Both have essential part in creating a balance in world, there was no need to be upset about such fact. And besides. Had they not already admitted to one another, at least in some manner, that they were nothing but monsters seeking to destroy that balance.

Well, whatever. If Silco truly was that thin skinned that he grew antsy over a simple fact of life then it was his loss.

He shoots the arrow through the air, aiming it on the target painted higher on the tree. And sure enough, it lands where it's supposed to. Only two more targets left. He makes a quiet "hm"-sound as a sign that he's indeed listening. Richard monetarily lowers his bow to take out another arrow, looking back at Silco mean time---

--Ah. That must have hurt, is the first thing he thinks as he lays his eyes down on the healing bruises around the man's neck and throat. Such unpleasant and painful way to go.

For a moment Richard doesn't say anything and just stares while keeping his facial expressions neutral. It's less the injury that has him nailed to the spot but the fact that Silco had truly died and came back. A dark resurrection back to their punishment. He had known the fact but it still was different to witness it.

Then, staying true to his fashion and continuing the odd tradition of their relationship, Richard moves closer and closes the gap between them so that he could reach with his free hand to place fingers over Silco's, carefully pulling the collar even further. The Tower had been a place of trials and tribulations. There was winners and losers...]


Was the price worth it?

(no subject)

Date: 2024-06-29 10:06 am (UTC)
traumaticus: (You should see me in crown)
From: [personal profile] traumaticus
["Victory or honorable death." That is the motto that Richard and others had stood behind during the War of Roses. Despite having gained more insight and grown out of naive fantasies of glory, he still believed that there were some things that were worthy enough for one to gamble their lives. Just like crown had been for Richard. He was very painfully aware that all it took was one small mistake and his body would find its way to the flames of stake, tortured and beaten.

Richard does not dare to extend his fingers to touch the skin in front of him. Instead settles with just observing the discoloration of the bruises marring the delicate area with keen eyes.]


Scars and bruises are lessons carved on our bodies. [He says, echoing Silco's own words from their prior meeting. Richard doesn't know the details of the circumstances or just what had went down in the tower, but he does feel like whatever it had been has brought Silco to crossroads of sorts. What was the lesson that this recent trauma left on the man. And was it enough to make him quit or would he continue.

Time to see just how strong and the monster truly was.]


And if you have what is the alternative for you?

(no subject)

Date: 2024-06-29 04:59 pm (UTC)
traumaticus: (And as the belt from)
From: [personal profile] traumaticus
[There is no reaction from him when the fingers reach out to brush his hair. The golden eye stares back the damaged red one in silence, listening to the words. A small smile appears on his lips. Silco is right, there is no stopping for men like them. Not as long as the breath runs in their lungs.]

Body and mind will remember. [He says in agreement and raises his other hand to place on top of Silco's fingers, the leather of glove concealing the ugly burnt underneath it. A small sign of comradery. ]

And what do you get out from doing this for her? Love? Gratitude? Salvation?

(no subject)

Date: 2024-07-04 01:49 pm (UTC)
traumaticus: soukokus @ plurk (Out of my dress)
From: [personal profile] traumaticus
[Body will remember what mind does, and vice versa. Richard can agree with that. Though, he is not entirely convinced which effect the recent encounter and the marks left by it has had on Silco. They both know that there is no such thing as pulling back nor stopping for men like them. Giving up would equal death for them. And yet, he can see the traces of doubts wavering in the man's resolve.

Richard understands the meaning of legacy, better than most he assumes. The strength of a king is not only measured by the present but also the memory that he leaves behind. Their time on the earthly kingdom is only limited one, and once that time is up it's up to their legacy to keep their memories alive. To keep alive. A king without an heir is a dead one. But yet, the Silco's words make it seem like he is already looking into the time without him - unconcerned with his own life. It's like conversing with a ghost.

Richard, once again, finds himself from wondering what had truly been the reason why his own father had desired the crown for himself the first time. Why had he tried to grasp on the light of paradise. Had it been for himself? Or for his sons?]


I see. [Richard hums, letting go of Silco's hand and moves back, leaving the man's personal space. He takes few steps back but doesn't return back to his practice just yet.] And if she does not want your empire, what then?

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