Sword. [While it was generally mandatory for a knight to master both of the weapons it was swordmanship that more often than not what they consider a true proof of ones skills. It's more versatile and intimate weapon, not to mention more practical. Richard himself also preferred the blade over arrows, as it forced him right into midst of the battle, allowing him to feel every death he brings up and close.
Richard keeps pressing kisses around the scarred around, varying between chaste pecks and more intense and open mouthed. He's just about to move lower and follow the previous path set by his fingertips. But when Silco speaks again he stops, muscles tensing up again.
Yes. He absolutely loathes his body, and honestly couldn't imagine anyone who wouldn't feel anger and resentment towards themselves if they were like him. Never truly able to join others in the light, always treading the lonely paths in the dark. He wondered whether Silco was same as him. Maybe the man was pushed by similar demons that ate through his mind, trying to carve the power and light for himself. ]
As do you. [He whispers against the skin, a small defeated sadness creeping to his voice. Richard then shifts again, straightening his legs and lifting himself up enough that he can lean his forehead against Silco's shoulder.] Touch me more.
[He nodded his head, having seen Richard practice with the sword many times in the forest, even if he didn't stop to talk with the younger man. He wondered at the carnage that the younger man would create in the streets of his city or even in Richard's own battles of the realm. He had no doubt that there was a determination that was frightening, and he made a mental note to ask more about the younger man's exploits in battle.
His attention remained on the kisses, and he stroked a hand over the scarred shoulder, encouraging the continuation. If Richard wasn't careful, the younger man either could put him to sleep and stir his desire again. He didn't know which he wanted more right now either, but that moment was fleeting as he felt the stiffness in Richard's body.
He'd ruined the moment, hadn't he? This was what he earned for speaking when tired.
He couldn't relate to the struggle honestly. Silco had been born male, grown up male and lived a very male life. However, he'd been around more than a few people in his city who had changed their chosen gender or had been a little similar to Richard. One had describe the experience of wrongness and self loathing until the change had been made where they could be pleased with themselves.
His hand lifted to cup the back of Richard's head as it came to his shoulder. He remained silent as his fingers laced in that dark hair, providing a limited comfort even as he acquiesced to the request. His other hand moved up Richard's thigh to stroke the younger man's back with long firm strokes of his hand.]
I don't, actually. [He whispered back, his face turned to press his lips against Richard's ear.] I find you as you are very attractive. It is different, yes, but there is nothing about you hideous to my eyes.
[Richard would very much like not to believe that statement. He had seen the traces of self-deprecation in the man during their prior encounters, it was mixed in with the layered sadness and anger -- the making of a monster. But maybe that hatred was located elsewhere under the surface.
The words spike a sting on his chest, suffocating him a little. For most of his life Richard had hated the word "different", hoping that he would be just like everybody else. In a way he still did, but he had also found strength in himself because who he is. What makes him different is what makes him strong, capable to reach for the forbidden light and defy the faith itself. But... to link all that to attractiveness? That wasn't something he was used to, leaving him speechless.
Silco's touch is comforting and it manages to smooth out the ripples of his doubt. Richard's eyes flutter closed and he curls up further in against Silco's chest, his own hands loosely wrapping around his waist. He wasn't tired a moment ago, but all of the sudden he feels the emotional fatigue spread over his body as he becomes boneless and relaxed. It had been a long night, for both of them -- but especially to Silco, he thinks.
His breathing begins to slowly even and turn more calm as the sleep threatens to cover him with night's veil, trying to claim him for himself. "Please, let it be alright. Just this once", Richard quietly pleads in his mind, begging for a night free of nightmares and other terrors.]
[Silco embraced the word 'different', just like almost everyone else in his city. It was a point of pride, a word they grabbed hold of with both hands and flaunted in the face of their oppressors. There was no room for vulnerability and weakness out in the open, but to be different was a fact that everyone who grew up and even visited Zaun could understand. For him, it was a high compliment, a little encouragement to embrace what it was that made Richard strong, unique and pretty.
He welcomed the younger man down on his chest, curling an arm around Richard's waist as the other groped to pull the blanket up and over them both. He had no sense of shame to sleeping in the nude, least of all with a sexual partner, but he knew that he was bound to be cold once that fire burnt itself out. So it mostly covered them both with as much effort as he was willing to put into it.
Once the blanket was in place, he threw the one arm over his eyes to cast his vision in darkness. He was exhausted and his body was a pleasant sluggish from sex, so it took him a matter of minutes to fall into a deep slumber. One thing he did not do was relinquish his grip on Richard even if they moved around in the bed while sleeping, his body naturally gravitating to a bedmate to remain close. It was all more than he could have asked for.]
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Date: 2024-08-08 10:55 pm (UTC)Richard keeps pressing kisses around the scarred around, varying between chaste pecks and more intense and open mouthed. He's just about to move lower and follow the previous path set by his fingertips. But when Silco speaks again he stops, muscles tensing up again.
Yes. He absolutely loathes his body, and honestly couldn't imagine anyone who wouldn't feel anger and resentment towards themselves if they were like him. Never truly able to join others in the light, always treading the lonely paths in the dark. He wondered whether Silco was same as him. Maybe the man was pushed by similar demons that ate through his mind, trying to carve the power and light for himself. ]
As do you. [He whispers against the skin, a small defeated sadness creeping to his voice. Richard then shifts again, straightening his legs and lifting himself up enough that he can lean his forehead against Silco's shoulder.] Touch me more.
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Date: 2024-08-09 02:27 am (UTC)His attention remained on the kisses, and he stroked a hand over the scarred shoulder, encouraging the continuation. If Richard wasn't careful, the younger man either could put him to sleep and stir his desire again. He didn't know which he wanted more right now either, but that moment was fleeting as he felt the stiffness in Richard's body.
He'd ruined the moment, hadn't he? This was what he earned for speaking when tired.
He couldn't relate to the struggle honestly. Silco had been born male, grown up male and lived a very male life. However, he'd been around more than a few people in his city who had changed their chosen gender or had been a little similar to Richard. One had describe the experience of wrongness and self loathing until the change had been made where they could be pleased with themselves.
His hand lifted to cup the back of Richard's head as it came to his shoulder. He remained silent as his fingers laced in that dark hair, providing a limited comfort even as he acquiesced to the request. His other hand moved up Richard's thigh to stroke the younger man's back with long firm strokes of his hand.]
I don't, actually. [He whispered back, his face turned to press his lips against Richard's ear.] I find you as you are very attractive. It is different, yes, but there is nothing about you hideous to my eyes.
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Date: 2024-08-11 12:01 am (UTC)The words spike a sting on his chest, suffocating him a little. For most of his life Richard had hated the word "different", hoping that he would be just like everybody else. In a way he still did, but he had also found strength in himself because who he is. What makes him different is what makes him strong, capable to reach for the forbidden light and defy the faith itself. But... to link all that to attractiveness? That wasn't something he was used to, leaving him speechless.
Silco's touch is comforting and it manages to smooth out the ripples of his doubt. Richard's eyes flutter closed and he curls up further in against Silco's chest, his own hands loosely wrapping around his waist. He wasn't tired a moment ago, but all of the sudden he feels the emotional fatigue spread over his body as he becomes boneless and relaxed. It had been a long night, for both of them -- but especially to Silco, he thinks.
His breathing begins to slowly even and turn more calm as the sleep threatens to cover him with night's veil, trying to claim him for himself. "Please, let it be alright. Just this once", Richard quietly pleads in his mind, begging for a night free of nightmares and other terrors.]
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Date: 2024-08-11 01:05 am (UTC)He welcomed the younger man down on his chest, curling an arm around Richard's waist as the other groped to pull the blanket up and over them both. He had no sense of shame to sleeping in the nude, least of all with a sexual partner, but he knew that he was bound to be cold once that fire burnt itself out. So it mostly covered them both with as much effort as he was willing to put into it.
Once the blanket was in place, he threw the one arm over his eyes to cast his vision in darkness. He was exhausted and his body was a pleasant sluggish from sex, so it took him a matter of minutes to fall into a deep slumber. One thing he did not do was relinquish his grip on Richard even if they moved around in the bed while sleeping, his body naturally gravitating to a bedmate to remain close. It was all more than he could have asked for.]