[oh, so it was the daughter's fault then? it was frustrating and angering to see how silco kept failing to follow what such small ripples would cause. richard came from world where rumors like these had more power than the deadliest blade - they would spread uncontrollably like a disease. something like this was fatal for his legacy, for richard the third. and silco did not see it.
'he is looking to break away from you. he does not respect you, richard. and why would he? a demon like yourself should know better.'
it hurt and stung, like any sort of betrayal does. and it doesn't help that silco seems to be determined on pointing the knife at him. how dare he speak of shame and fear? despite knowing richard's true form?]
if that is the outcome you are seeking then so be it. say a word and i'll release you from this pact
[He had not seen the value of ostracizing Charles over a realization of information that may or may not have value for the man. He had been, perhaps, more frustrated that Jinx had been speaking of him in such a way but that too couldn't be helped. He expected she had found some connection and used an opportunity. No doubt Ragna knew he had someone, but the man was far too antisocial to say anything.
Silco had spent a lifetime with nothing, building up loyalties and experiencing betrayals. Everything he had came to him through a fight of some sort. Honestly, being with Richard might have been the easiest decision he had made regardless of the dogged trouble from his daughter that came with it.
Yet the idea that he couldn't and shouldn't be pleased to have the connection that they had, that it might be considered a shameful dirty secret offended him. It was not the first time that he had considered that Richard's apparent high status might be a point of contention. Oil and water.]
I'm not ashamed of what we have. I don't feel the need to hide it constantly, nor rip it out by shallow roots either. If someone has a problem with our pact, I have no issue providing them a sharp drop and sudden stop. I've murdered for less.
But if a whisper of possibility is enough to spook you to belittling my judgment, we seem to have larger problems.
And I have acquiesced to the request and respected your reasoning.
When I made the deduction that Charles knew of us, I made a judgment call that he wouldn't be loose lipped. That my assessment of his character calls into question our pact is a stretch at best.
if that is the case then pay no heed to the traps within your mind that try to lure you into self-doubt and shame. trust in me and in my choice to respect our pact. i chose you as my lover out of my own free will.
I feel no shame for us. I never have and I never will. Does it shame you to have a trencher as a lover rather that someone you would consider more pure of blood?
[By the time he sent that message, Silco was nearly at the inn. He had been heading in that direction soon after receiving the first message, and his pace had increased to a quick stride as their messaging escalated. Now he had calmed again and walked with his usual confident stride that once he reached the doors of the inn and pushed inside, he look composed.
He looked around for Richard and granted, he was not one to frequent the inn. He had moved out of it as quickly as he could as soon as he had arrived, so it took him a moment to regain his bearings of the place. The only sign he had hurried was the fact that he had clearly been running his fingers through his hair repeatedly.
As soon as he spotted Richard, he walked his way over, having eyes for no one else in the place.]
[When Silco sends the last message Richard fully excepts the conversation to be done. Despite their eventual agreement of sorts he still couldn't exactly say that his mood had been lifted. No, he was still feeling sour and disappointed in the how their little exchange had gone. So, he sets his tablet down and goes back to work.
He's in the small office room behind the reception, going through the papers and checking the numbers. With his back turned to the door he doesn't even notice it when Silco first arrives, as he's fully focused on his work splayed in front of him on the desk.
But when he does notice Silco's presence in the room, he turns around to face him while also offering him a mildly surprised look.]
[He surveyed some of the patrons of the inn and its attached tavern. There had been a recent influx of newcomers to Aldrip, which meant that there was a general business to the place. It was a good time to take it over, he expected. This would be a good way to start a grassroots movement of people as well, catch them while they were new.
However, that wasn't at all why was here. He moved around reception desk and into the doorway of the little office that his lover was currently shuffling papers in. He kept his hands in his coat pockets as he observed the younger man, studying Richard's body language before his lover noticed his presence. He made a point of looking around the office space after that, covering up his previous interest in the younger man only.]
You've acquired the inn and attached tavern. I've been told you're supposed to celebrate such acquisitions as victories. I expected you and I could share a drink.
[The upheaval in the conversation hadn't prompted him to come; he came because Richard now owned the inn and that was enough of a reason to come and pay a visit.]
[The office is rather plain. Still lacking any personal touch of any owner, seeing that the locals of the Aldrip had mostly seemed to keep the room as professional as possible - storing paper work and any other necessary equipment.
Pressing his lips together into a thin, thoughtful line, Richard returned the observing gaze. There was a small frown shaping to his features as he mulled over Silco's given explanation. Then, he dropped the sheet of paper on the desk and walked around it. He walked past Silco, pushed the door slightly open behind him.]
Oi. Bring whiskey for my guest, will you? [He addresses one of the staff members nearby, who, while not looking particularly happy about the order, nods and goes to fetch the requested item. Richard, in return, withdraws back to the room and gestures at one of the seats around the desk.]
Please, have a seat. [He says as he sits down on the wooden chair, pressing his back against the back of it and crossing his leg over another.]
[Silco stepped to the side when Richard walked over to the door, thinking his lover might leave to continue with organizing the business. He watched the staff member follow the order, and that right there was why it was difficult to trust the natives from one month to the next. Their behaviour was fickle and could potentially cripple a business. Thankfully, the inn was going to have a constant turn around of people coming and going.
He eased to one of the chairs that Richard indicated, easing himself down into it. Normally, he would remain standing, but after their conversation during his walk over, he made a point to relinquish what might be a sense of control as he crossed one leg over the other, nearly mirroring Richard who was seated as well.]
I assume you'll be adding a personal touch to this office at some point? It's rather drab.
[Unfortunately the ill mood from their prior conversation carried over to this one. At least from Richard's part. He was hardly ever much of a conversationalist on a good dsy. And on a bad one, well.]
I imagine that will come within time, as I'm hardly an interior designer. Maybe I should ask your daughter for tips, seeing that she has left her marks around yours. [It was impossible to miss Jinx's claim on the space. Richard had more times than enough followed the colorful patterns marking the territory around the Last Drop, committing them into his memory. Normally, he didn't mind any of it but now he couldn't help but bitterness slithering to his words. Now there was two people who knew about them. Two too many people, who's perception of him had now permanently changed because of something that he couldn't control.
And just then the staff member entered the room, carrying a small tray with a tall whiskey bottle, two tumblers and even glass full of ice on it. The tray was placed on the table.] Thank you. Can you make sure that we are not to be disturbed? [Richard addresses the staff before they exit the room.
With the third part now gone, Richard reaches over to grab the whiskey and pours Silco a drink.]
[It wasn't difficult to sense the jab that Richard leveled in his direction. Many times they made a point to not bring up his daughter to keep the peace between them. After all, that was a subject that he didn't think they would see eye-to-eye on, and he didn't blame Richard in the least on that. Jinx was someone who was often an acquired taste. His daughter had a constant and obvious display of items he had on display.
His mismatched eyes watched Richard, and then he sighed. The conversation - if it could be called that - was not over. If anything, the second round was coming into play here and now it seemed.] She will be out of town for a few weeks, but no doubt, she would be pleased to offer her unique aesthetic choices. Perhaps it will be the olive branch that paves the way for a tolerance of each other.
[He went quiet when the employee entered a moment later, pretending to examine his fingernails as the tray was set down. His eyes moved subtly to track the native's movement and expression, trying to determine how much trouble Richard might have with that one. Perhaps the next month would bring them around or his lover's shining sociable nature.
He rose from his chair to make certain that the door was properly shut and secured, unwilling to have a staff member or an inn guest would barge in on them. This seemed like it would be a cold conversation. He returned to the seat again and resumed his previous stoic state.]
It seems the previous topic has not been laid to rest. Would you prefer to discuss it now or enjoy that drink first?
[Richard didn't even bother to try and stifle the scoff leaving from his lips at the suggestion. The only thing he could see Jinx help him with was to burn the whole place down. Especially now after their latest meeting where things had reached the boiling point between them and blood was finally spilled. To say that Richard had a poor opinion of Jinx and vice versa was a huge understatement. But he still respected the parent-child relationship that she and Silco had, and did not wish to diminish that flame.
Plus it'd be lying that he didn't find it infuriating how the girl kept haunting their shared time. Even when they didn't talk about her there was no denying that her presence was nearly constantly them, looming over them like a ghost. Honestly, her being away did wonders to Richard's mood. Or would, if there wasn't now another issue that he needed to sort out.
Once he's done with filling their glasses, Richard leans back on the chair and brings it to his lips, not bothering to raise a toast with his lover as the man had suggested.]
What for? I'll talk to Charles and see what damage control can be done.
[He would admit that Jinx was excellent at starting fires, physical and personal, and he had no doubt that scoff was to indicate how little his lover thought of his daughter. He didn't bother to point out that once their secret was open and admitted to that Jinx may grow more bold, but he would... perhaps put pressure on to limit that association. Perhaps he could redirect her back on tormenting the enforcer? That would be ideal for him at least.
In the Undercity and as he had risen to power, Silco had been hard pressed to find time for himself. It was one of the reasons he kept himself so busy; he had small times to think and that was all that he needed. Jinx being away meant that he automatically gravitated towards Richard whom he was gaining a similar level of comfort to. He didn't allow himself much self-awareness on that fact, of course.
He took the glass from Richard and balanced it on his knee, noting the immediate dive into it. His lover had not been exposed to hard spirits much.]
So you'll add fuel to the embers that are not a fire to see what sort of flames you can stir up?
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Date: 2024-11-03 08:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2024-11-03 08:38 pm (UTC)when did this happen?
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Date: 2024-11-03 08:42 pm (UTC)Weeks ago.
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Date: 2024-11-03 08:45 pm (UTC)why do i hear from this only now?
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Date: 2024-11-03 08:49 pm (UTC)It was not a problem that came into play.
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Date: 2024-11-03 08:57 pm (UTC)i wonder what other problems there are that you have kept from me.
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Date: 2024-11-03 09:00 pm (UTC)Fear and shame then. Very well, we can make one less problem if you wish it so.
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Date: 2024-11-03 09:27 pm (UTC)'he is looking to break away from you. he does not respect you, richard. and why would he? a demon like yourself should know better.'
it hurt and stung, like any sort of betrayal does. and it doesn't help that silco seems to be determined on pointing the knife at him. how dare he speak of shame and fear? despite knowing richard's true form?]
if that is the outcome you are seeking then so be it. say a word and i'll release you from this pact
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Date: 2024-11-03 09:42 pm (UTC)Silco had spent a lifetime with nothing, building up loyalties and experiencing betrayals. Everything he had came to him through a fight of some sort. Honestly, being with Richard might have been the easiest decision he had made regardless of the dogged trouble from his daughter that came with it.
Yet the idea that he couldn't and shouldn't be pleased to have the connection that they had, that it might be considered a shameful dirty secret offended him. It was not the first time that he had considered that Richard's apparent high status might be a point of contention. Oil and water.]
I'm not ashamed of what we have. I don't feel the need to hide it constantly, nor rip it out by shallow roots either. If someone has a problem with our pact, I have no issue providing them a sharp drop and sudden stop. I've murdered for less.
But if a whisper of possibility is enough to spook you to belittling my judgment, we seem to have larger problems.
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Date: 2024-11-03 10:15 pm (UTC)what is the problem, then?
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Date: 2024-11-03 10:31 pm (UTC)When I made the deduction that Charles knew of us, I made a judgment call that he wouldn't be loose lipped. That my assessment of his character calls into question our pact is a stretch at best.
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Date: 2024-11-03 10:44 pm (UTC)it offends me that you did not trust me enough to tell me when it had occurred.
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Date: 2024-11-04 12:06 am (UTC)I trust you more than you know. My actions are an oversight that won't be repeated.
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Date: 2024-11-04 12:32 am (UTC)text -> action
Date: 2024-11-04 02:35 am (UTC)[By the time he sent that message, Silco was nearly at the inn. He had been heading in that direction soon after receiving the first message, and his pace had increased to a quick stride as their messaging escalated. Now he had calmed again and walked with his usual confident stride that once he reached the doors of the inn and pushed inside, he look composed.
He looked around for Richard and granted, he was not one to frequent the inn. He had moved out of it as quickly as he could as soon as he had arrived, so it took him a moment to regain his bearings of the place. The only sign he had hurried was the fact that he had clearly been running his fingers through his hair repeatedly.
As soon as he spotted Richard, he walked his way over, having eyes for no one else in the place.]
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Date: 2024-11-05 02:41 am (UTC)He's in the small office room behind the reception, going through the papers and checking the numbers. With his back turned to the door he doesn't even notice it when Silco first arrives, as he's fully focused on his work splayed in front of him on the desk.
But when he does notice Silco's presence in the room, he turns around to face him while also offering him a mildly surprised look.]
I did not think you would come.
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Date: 2024-11-05 03:32 am (UTC)However, that wasn't at all why was here. He moved around reception desk and into the doorway of the little office that his lover was currently shuffling papers in. He kept his hands in his coat pockets as he observed the younger man, studying Richard's body language before his lover noticed his presence. He made a point of looking around the office space after that, covering up his previous interest in the younger man only.]
You've acquired the inn and attached tavern. I've been told you're supposed to celebrate such acquisitions as victories. I expected you and I could share a drink.
[The upheaval in the conversation hadn't prompted him to come; he came because Richard now owned the inn and that was enough of a reason to come and pay a visit.]
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Date: 2024-11-05 04:10 am (UTC)Pressing his lips together into a thin, thoughtful line, Richard returned the observing gaze. There was a small frown shaping to his features as he mulled over Silco's given explanation. Then, he dropped the sheet of paper on the desk and walked around it. He walked past Silco, pushed the door slightly open behind him.]
Oi. Bring whiskey for my guest, will you? [He addresses one of the staff members nearby, who, while not looking particularly happy about the order, nods and goes to fetch the requested item. Richard, in return, withdraws back to the room and gestures at one of the seats around the desk.]
Please, have a seat. [He says as he sits down on the wooden chair, pressing his back against the back of it and crossing his leg over another.]
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Date: 2024-11-05 04:26 am (UTC)He eased to one of the chairs that Richard indicated, easing himself down into it. Normally, he would remain standing, but after their conversation during his walk over, he made a point to relinquish what might be a sense of control as he crossed one leg over the other, nearly mirroring Richard who was seated as well.]
I assume you'll be adding a personal touch to this office at some point? It's rather drab.
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Date: 2024-11-05 04:51 am (UTC)I imagine that will come within time, as I'm hardly an interior designer. Maybe I should ask your daughter for tips, seeing that she has left her marks around yours. [It was impossible to miss Jinx's claim on the space. Richard had more times than enough followed the colorful patterns marking the territory around the Last Drop, committing them into his memory. Normally, he didn't mind any of it but now he couldn't help but bitterness slithering to his words. Now there was two people who knew about them. Two too many people, who's perception of him had now permanently changed because of something that he couldn't control.
And just then the staff member entered the room, carrying a small tray with a tall whiskey bottle, two tumblers and even glass full of ice on it. The tray was placed on the table.] Thank you. Can you make sure that we are not to be disturbed? [Richard addresses the staff before they exit the room.
With the third part now gone, Richard reaches over to grab the whiskey and pours Silco a drink.]
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Date: 2024-11-05 05:09 am (UTC)His mismatched eyes watched Richard, and then he sighed. The conversation - if it could be called that - was not over. If anything, the second round was coming into play here and now it seemed.] She will be out of town for a few weeks, but no doubt, she would be pleased to offer her unique aesthetic choices. Perhaps it will be the olive branch that paves the way for a tolerance of each other.
[He went quiet when the employee entered a moment later, pretending to examine his fingernails as the tray was set down. His eyes moved subtly to track the native's movement and expression, trying to determine how much trouble Richard might have with that one. Perhaps the next month would bring them around or his lover's shining sociable nature.
He rose from his chair to make certain that the door was properly shut and secured, unwilling to have a staff member or an inn guest would barge in on them. This seemed like it would be a cold conversation. He returned to the seat again and resumed his previous stoic state.]
It seems the previous topic has not been laid to rest. Would you prefer to discuss it now or enjoy that drink first?
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Date: 2024-11-05 05:29 pm (UTC)Plus it'd be lying that he didn't find it infuriating how the girl kept haunting their shared time. Even when they didn't talk about her there was no denying that her presence was nearly constantly them, looming over them like a ghost. Honestly, her being away did wonders to Richard's mood. Or would, if there wasn't now another issue that he needed to sort out.
Once he's done with filling their glasses, Richard leans back on the chair and brings it to his lips, not bothering to raise a toast with his lover as the man had suggested.]
What for? I'll talk to Charles and see what damage control can be done.
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Date: 2024-11-05 06:53 pm (UTC)In the Undercity and as he had risen to power, Silco had been hard pressed to find time for himself. It was one of the reasons he kept himself so busy; he had small times to think and that was all that he needed. Jinx being away meant that he automatically gravitated towards Richard whom he was gaining a similar level of comfort to. He didn't allow himself much self-awareness on that fact, of course.
He took the glass from Richard and balanced it on his knee, noting the immediate dive into it. His lover had not been exposed to hard spirits much.]
So you'll add fuel to the embers that are not a fire to see what sort of flames you can stir up?
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