[Whitey huffs as the door opens, as if to say 'finally'. He briefly looks up at Silco before walking right past him inside, sorry for the snow he drags in with him. Truly he had been spoiled rotten.
He goes straight to the kitchen area, poking the floor with his snout while looking for dropped treats and other food scraps.]
[His lips twisted in distaste when the boar entered and dropped snow and wet over the floor on the way to the kitchen. At least Jinx enjoyed Whitey's company, so she wouldn't be affronted to find the creature here snuffling for scraps, of which there were none.
He shut the door to prevent the heat of the house leeching out and followed the boar to the kitchen, crossing his arms over his chest.]
[Yeah sorry, Silco. You are getting ignored by the boar. Disappointed in the lack of food scraps Whitey trots over the living room where he immediately goes to sniff the couch, poking his head underneath hoping that his secret stash would still be there.
But it's another dead end!
This time Whitey turns around and looks at Silco, looking absolutely offended by the state of things. What is this? You've only been separated couple of days and his things have already been cleared out!(Or maybe he had just eaten it already.)]
Meep! [He grunts, voicing out his frustration at the situation.]
[Silco rolled his blue eye when the boar decided to investigate all the old stashes, which yes, had been cleared out as soon as Richard had made the exit. Neither one of them lived here any longer, so he had simply reset everything back to as it was when Jinx lived with him. He was a neat and tidy person, and besides, according to Richard, the pig was fat.]
Jinx. Upstairs.
[After that, he shook his head and walked to his office, half shutting the door as he instead settled back down in his chair and began to leaf through papers. With nothing better to do with Jinx resting, he simply worked. Of course, he was exploring options for the cave system; it was woefully underutilized after all. He hated filling time, which meant he needed to plan and scheme to fill the void.]
[No Silco, don't believe in Richard's lies. Besides! He needs it all to make through the coldness of the winter.
Whitey's pink snout wrinkles a little at Silco's response. And as the man left the scene the boar resumed searching the place. After a couple of minutes of pointless search he followed the man to his office, pushing the door properly open with his head.
However, this time he stayed quiet and did not try to demand attention. If not counting for the continued stare from the doorstep.]
[Yes well, learn to open the refrigerator and Silco wouldn't stop him. He was clearly going to have to clean up after the boar who was still dripping wet everywhere. No matter, the minutes ticked by and he expected that Whitey had finally ventured upstairs; he had no doubt Jinx would stuff the boar full of treats.
However, his attention shifted when Whitey appeared in the office doorway, and for a time, he ignored the boar and scribbled some notes. He needed an engineer, but he was currently being stubborn about asking for one. He flipped open a book instead, leafing through until those beady little eyes annoyed him enough to be distracting.
He turned in his seat and glared at the boar.] What do you want? Jinx is upstairs. Richard doesn't live here anymore. Are you here for me or her?
[The boar stayed still as Silo worked, a small puddle of melted snow forming under him. But it's the comment about Richard no longer being there that got a reaction from Whitey. Blinking, he lowers his head and grunts softly appearing.. sad?
He then took step back, moving back to the hallway and turns his head toward the front door and then looking back to Silco almost pleading.]
[He clenched his jaw at the morose boar, and he shook his head, purposefully turning his chair so it blocked his view of the door. He knew for a fact that Whitey knew where Richard was and could find the man, so this whole 'sad' routine was old and worn, and it angered him. Things were as they were before Jinx left, nothing more, nothing less.
This was what they had agreed upon with razor-sharp precision. It was the way it must be. It was the way they required it. Besides, Richard had the inn now, and with so many new arrivals, it would be quite the undertaking for the younger man.
He also had Jinx to consider. She wasn't well and needed time for recovery, especially since she was so... different.
Silco heard the meep and clenched his fists before he pushed himself out of his chair and came around to head to the front door. Yes, boars didn't have opposable thumbs, which made exiting from a door difficult. He walked over to the door where a small pile of snow was still melting and opened it wide enough for Whitey to be able to exit.]
Don't even consider begging to come in and out constantly as a method for attention seeking. It's one or the other.
[He was too frustrated to pick up on the usual cues, of course. Seeing Whitey reminded him of Richard, and that was a pinch point he was avoiding thinking about.]
[It is true that Whitey knew where Richard was most of the time, and always found a way to him. Overall the boar was far more in-tune with Richard's emotional life than what one would think. Which is partially why he is here, seeing that his human companion hadn't exactly been in the best mindset since their separation. But despite all of that, Whitey was still just a boar and could not understand the complex (or read: ridiculous) motivations behind their decisions.
So, when Silco gets up and marches towards the door, the boar silently follows him. And as the door is opened once again he just stands still right next to the man. He looks outside and then up at him. And well.. seeing that Silco is being more stubborn than what he usually is so guess he needs to resort to more aggressive measures. Which means that the his going to push the back of Silco's feet with is snout.]
[Silco stared down at the boar at the approach, expecting that Whitey would scooch outside and be off into the night after dropping snow and dirt all over the floor. He almost managed to say 'well' before he noted the nudging to his feet by that snout, and it suddenly made more sense. Fine, here for him.]
I can't leave Jinx.
[He could leave Jinx, but he didn't want to leave her alone. Even sleeping, he lurked around and was hard pressed to provide her space that she likely ultimately wanted now and again. He turned his head and looked towards the stairs that lead up to her bedroom, jaw working silently before he returned to staring at Whitey.]
I'll follow you to Richard, but only if you return here and stay with Jinx while I'm gone.
Meep. [Whitey aims his brown beady gaze at Silco and then lets out another soft sound, as if he understood the words aimed at him. And who knows! Whitey is much smarter than what he appears to be. Helping people in emotional turmoil just happens to be his specialty! And oh boy, it sure seems like no one is doing all that good here. Not Silco, Jinx or Richard.
With that the boar walks up to the doorstep, his front legs touching the snowy ground outside. Then, he turns his head to look back and waits until the man is ready for the nightly walk in the snow.]
[He had no idea if Whitey understood him; he didn't know much about pets and his knowledge had no increased despite an ongoing association with Whitey as well. All he knew was the boar took up far more space in a bed than was strictly necessary.
He sighed from his nose and shook his head, turning away from the open door and walked to the closet to retrieve his jacket. He slipped it on and made a point of taking his time pulling on his leather gloves as well before he approached the door and stared at the boar again. Fine, he was here.]
I'm not going to the inn. If he's there, you can convince him out.
[Take your time, man. Whitey is not in hurry and thus patiently waits for Silco to get ready. And once the man is back at the door the boar takes off, walking into the night.
Silco will soon notice that his temporary animal guide is not, in fact, leading him to the inn. Instead he takes the turn towards the outskirts of the city, away from the busy center. For a moment it might even look like that Richard's old (and now repurposed] house near the forest would be their destination. But nope! Instead the boar heads towards the church. Now, if Silco has ever visited the place before he will no doubt notice that the atmosphere around the lonely building is more festive. There are snow and ice sculptures build around it. Near the entrance there are even snow lantern with still a small flame lit. So. Someone must be inside.
Whitey stops by at the main entrance and looks up at his companion one last time.And with that he turns around and leaves. Deal's a deal. There is a distraught girl who needed him more than these two. So, if Silco decides to follow through and enter the building, he will notice that the place has gotten some makeover for the holidays. The most notable element is the gigantic decorated tree standing tall and proud near the altar.
However, the tree with its shining star on the top is hardly the only source of warm light in the church. There is a small path of light made out of candles set around the altar and that is indeed where Silco will be able to see a familiar slim dark figure. With his back turned towards the door, Richard does not seem to notice the newcomer. Instead he focuses on lighting the candles at the altar and well.. to his other companion.]
--You are making a fool out of yourself. [He says, addressing the ghost of Joan who is sitting on the altar next to him.
"Me? Don't be ridiculous. We both know who is the real fool here, don't we. Hmm? Oh, don't give me that look, Richard. I simply thought you had learned your lesson by now. "]
It is not what you think. I am not despairing.
[Hah! What a joke. I am you and so I know you better than anyone. You can't help but seek for it. Time and time again. The warm body holding yours, chasing away your nightmares and filling your days with that dream of lo--"]
Shut up! [This time Richard raises his voice and turns his body around to face the white witch, the comfortless agony visiting his face as he confronted his tormentor. However, as he does so, Richard can see the glimpse of another figure in the halls. A brief fear of panic flashing in his expression, like a child who got caught red-handed at the cookie jar.
"You can't help wanting and hoping for it. Just be smart about it this time, Richard. There are no happy endings for you." Joan's voice echoes in the ceiling as the witch disappears into the thin air, leaving him to face his lover on his own.]
...I did not think I'd ever see you in here, Silco.
[Silco knew the layout of the town very well, and he could tell the difference for their intended location depending on which streets they took. He did, at first, think they were returning to Richard's old cabin as it was in the same direction but that didn't make sense as his lover had the inn to stay in now. Neither one of them were so sentimental that they would want to return to the place where they had first discovered the depth of their interest in one another (or so he told himself).
His assumption was correct as he was taken to another location, and even as he waded through the snow and was covered in the stuff by the time they arrived, he did know of the church. He knew that Richard spent time there, even offered patronage to that God of his.
Silco had never been a religious man, though he'd paid lip service as a boy until he realized it was all fake. He didn't care for gods or goddesses all the much; it was just another entity looking down their noses at the rest of the plebs that walked the surface of the planet. However, it seemed important to other people, and he would only try to nix their religious fervor if they came to close to him with it. Thankfully Jinx had informed of the existence of Christmas, but he couldn't say he believed in any of that nonsense either.
However, he approached the church and watched Whitey leave, stepping inside the warm threshold of the building and looking around at the festive atmosphere. It was the same and also different dolled up, and his attention fixed on Richard who was clearly in debate with his old friend, Joan. Of course, he was only aware of Richard's side of whatever argument the two were having. Despairing, hmm?
He reached up to dust snow off of his jacket shoulders and stepped further into the church when Richard noticed him, walking down the main aisle towards his lover.] Neither did I, but Whitey insisted and if I wanted an intact kitchen, I knew it was best to follow him.
[He stopped to look up at the big tree. No doubt that was important symbolism.]
Did you turn this dower little god shop festive then? You're not living here?
[Honestly, Richard had not ever considered himself to be particularly religious person either. He, too, saw his prior practices to also be similar lip service - a performance that had just been part of his role in society. Something that was just expected of him to do. He had believed his presence at the Lord's house to be nothing but another scheme. One that he kept putting up even in this world, one forsaken by the God. And part of this whole production of Christmas preparations and celebrations and whatnot were part of that performance.
But then there was still part of him that kept looking up to the vast, empty sky and always seeking for the approval and love from the divine despite not believing it to be possible. It was that destructive hope that kept driving him back to this place. Just like now. A vicious cycle, chaining him down like a slave.
Richard schooled down his expression back to calm and collected one as he watched Silco to approach the altar. His golden eye is once again hidden by the dark hair. ]
You shouldn't let him boss you around so. [Says the man who was the main culprit behind pampering and spoiling the boar. But he had been certain that Whitey had been sleeping at the inn when he left. So why had he returned to Silco's out of all places?
He merely scoffs a quiet laughter at the man's sneer and shakes his head. Leave it to his lover to make fun out of one of the most important days of his faith. Not that Silco would know the meaning of it.] The man who lives here agreed to this. It seems like that even a heretic's heart softens during this time of the year.
[He then steps closer to Silco, also casting his gaze at the tree.] It is supposed to represent the garden of Eden, a paradise from where the very first humans' were banished after they fell from the grace. All the lights are symbol for the birth of the Christ, the son of God. His miraculous virgin birth is the reason we celebrate Christmas.
[Richard offers explanation and then turns away to light yet another candle.] How is your daughter?
[Silco had never understood why Ragna had made this place; the man didn't come across to him as religious either, but apparently everyone needed to believe in something or someone he supposed. It was one of the few buildings in all of Aldrip that he had no interest in actually having a hand in even if the man would disappear. It seemed he wouldn't have to worry about that as Richard would likely make a play for it. The younger man was a hand playing pieces on the board now.
He looked at the alter with all of its candles and then the tree again. This all seemed like strange pomp and fanfare for a being that could care less about any one of them; bad things happened not because of gods but because that was the way that life traveled. It was a game of endurance and some had it, some didn't.]
He seemed upset you weren't there. [They both knew that Whitey was Richard's pride and joy, a loyal companion that Silco had noted showed up when people were at their worst. How and why? He had no idea. He knew animals could be attuned to such things.] He's keeping Jinx company.
[He wrinkled his nose at the story of falling from grace. Wasn't that just most religions? It seemed that Richard's in particular had stories of testing the mettle of men and them failing spectacularly in the trials.] I suppose it will make good kindling when you're finished with it here. [He snorted in amusement and side-eyed his lover.] You don't actually believe in a virgin birth, do you? Please, someone spilled their seed.
[Yet, his eyes returned to the tree at the question as his lover busied himself. Jinx was a delicate topic for the both of them.] I admitted to her about us. Otherwise, she's... a mess. She's not... [He trailed off, tucking his hands in his pockets. He doubted Richard wanted to hear it.] Nevermind. She's fine. Sleeping finally.
Words like that would have you burned down at the stake. But not before you'd face the horrors of the tower, of course. [Despite the grim and dark warning nature of his words there is no sense of threat or anger in Richard's voice as he speaks. He should be angry when hearing such blasphemy in God's house at time like this. But Richard had always appreciated his lover's bluntness and the way he spoke his mind, not yielding in front of greater power. He envied it, too. As much as he would poke and prod at the man's old wounds left by the chains of the past, it did make Richard wonder just how tight his own proverbial leash was.]
If there was a seed spilled it was God's. He visited Mary in a form of pure light, placing a child in his womb. Then He sent one His angels to meet her and to deliver the truth about the child she was carrying. That he would be the son of God and the savior to all humans. [So, yes. He did believe it. Richard has never had any reason to question this story as nothing but the absolute truth. Mary had been special woman, one picked and chosen by God. Something that he is not even allowed dream about.] But such stories do not concern the sinners in the dark, does it?
[He and Silco were outside of that circle of light. Kins of sorts. Something that had brought them together in the first place.
When the topic shifts to Jinx Richard turns his gaze to briefly look at the other man. His visible eye narrows slightly when Silco mentions his confession but he says nothing to it. Was he happy about it? No. But was he mad? Strangely enough, not really. In fact he did not feel really anything about the subject. So, instead he just listens silently and watches Silco struggle to find the words. He had seen some of the girl's network post and it had been confusing to read, more than usually.
Yes, he is right. Richard does not care much for Jinx or her health, or at least for her sake. It's because of Silco that he is asking.
Setting down the candle he takes the few steps closer, closing the gap between him and his lover and raises his hand to touch Silco's cheek.] She'll be back on her feet soon. She's your daughter.
So you've informed me time and again, but I'm not afraid of refusing to bend to the opinions of the sheep. And I've faced plenty of horrors before, seen men tortured to the edge of consciousness, and seen all manner of deaths. [He had no interest in religious fanatics and their paltry bleeping about some book that most of them probably hadn't read or understood.
Of course now that he stood in this 'temple', he would admit that he had not opened this big religious book that Richard held to such high regard. He had never asked if the younger man had read it, but perhaps this was one of those subjects where if one or both of them picked up such a 'holy' text that they would burst into flames. That was a religious idea of heathens, was it not?]
It all sounds like make-believe trying to convince people of the purity of a higher being. You know getting a woman pregnant without her consent is still rape, right? Some God. [He knew he was pushing it, and he sighed as he shook his head as he decided purposefully to reign the provocative opinions back. He did not wish to make Richard his enemy tonight, not when they had barely had opportunities to seek each other out.] Such stories seem to be the kind of things parents tell their children to force them to attempt to be better people. Even if we were told, I suppose it wouldn't set people like us on the righteous path.
[He never had a reason to be anything other than who he was, and he prided himself to not be beholden to such ideas. He preferred to be the monster. More than that, he enjoyed the fact that he had someone else who was as monstrous as he was.
He stared at the altar, waiting for Richard's comment about the fact that he had opened up to his daughter about them. Nothing came, and he wasn't certain if he was relieved or disappointed. Perhaps it forced him to face the disquiet of the changes of his daughter's behaviour, their argument about methods and the future of this place.
His eyes followed his lover as Richard moved in on him, and he remained momentarily stiff as that hand touched his cheek. He sighed from his nose, nodding.] I know. There are... others from my world here now which will complicate things. [He slowly leaned into Richard's touch.]
[Well now Silco has done it. Even back in his own world Richard had gotten somewhat used to hear heresy. Buckingham had declared more than once that he did not believe in God or Fate or anything like that, and he, too, would let careless words of blasphemy past his lips in a secure room. But linking the miracle carried by Mother Mary into something so filthy and degenerate? That went past blasphemy. Richard half expects the floor to open under them, the flames of hell burst out and swallow both of them in eternal pain as he stared the other man eyes wide and in disbelief.]
...Divine can't defile anyone. That is against its holy nature. [He says slowly, clearing his voice from the shock.] God wants all of us to be better, yes. Only those who have managed to live just life and repent for their sins are allowed to join His eternal kingdom. But yes, you're right. Such attempts are wasted on people such as you and I.
When Christ died he forgave those who had done him wrong. He found it in his heart to still love the man who had betrayed and sold him out. He bled and cried for our sins as he was brutally tormented in front of people before his slow and agonizing death. Only someone pure and truly holy could do something like that. Not us. [He and Silco had both been betrayed by someone close to them - by someone they cherished in their hearts. And what was result? Instead of turning the other cheek and forgive, they had turned into hate. Instead of being resurrected they had been reborn as they were. Dangerous monsters.
Richard could feel the warmth of Silco's skin even through his glove, thumb slowly caressing the spot under his eye. The contact made his heart swell and eyes soften. How had he missed this during these quiet and lonely days. A simple gesture packing immense amount of meaning behind it.
"You can't help but want it," Joan's words echoed in his mind, making him quickly withdraw away.]
And... Who are these people? Do you think they'll possess a threat against you?
[If this God was so sensitive to the prattling of a non-believer, it would only make his case firmer as far as he was concerned. They had been told little stories to keep them afraid, to make them behave as if that would provide them a better life. His cynicism had only deepened with age, though he had to admit that Richard's shock was pleasing to see. He enjoying the moment even further for it.
Yet he stepped in closer so that their bodies were inches apart.] Why do we need a God to tell us to be better? If that was what the end goal was, wouldn't it be harder to fight against that nature? No sin is beautiful and poignant, otherwise, why would you and I still be standing after all we have done? If there is a God, they don't care about the petty and paltry actions of humanity. We're just ants to them.
[Silco almost snorted a laugh, and he knew that Richard couldn't believe this nonsense. Who could? Son of a God tortured and murdered and God does nothing? What a waste.] Torture and murdering a crying man is hardly purity. It is weakness that he wouldn't fight back against his oppressors? What tale does that tell you, Richard? If you hang your head, meal, and cry, you will die by those who will never believe in you anyway. That's how martyrs shackle guilt.
[He leaned into Richard's hand further, allowing his guard down for a moment as he savored the quiet contact between them. Then it was gone just as fast and he had to take a small step to avoid stumbling forward. He shifted himself and tucked his hands back in his coat pockets.
He shrugged, stepping away to instead seat himself on a front row bench. He was digging in his coat for his cigar case.] They possess whispers of me which they may or may not tell. No worse than the sister who you are so fond drinking with.
Sheep. Not ants, Silco. [Richard corrects him, schooling his expression back under control. He can tell that Silco is trying to provoke him with all these critical questions and comments and now knows not to let them under his skin now. So he merely shakes his head at the challenge in front of him] We are born to these bodies that hold our souls in captive. It is only in our death when we get to reap the harvest and see whether we are welcomed to the paradise or to the eternal flames of the hell. The God is our shepherd, a guiding hand that tries to lead us foolish humans towards the salvation.
You may say so, but the Christ was rewarded for his sacrifice. [And that was all that he really had to say about the topic. Somehow he doubted that stories of the miraculous resurrection would be enough to move his lover. But he supposes it is only fair. Richard is no priest and hardly the right person to educate a heathen on the matters of religion and divine. A rebellious part of him would want to see the older man in discussion with one of the preachers from his church. No doubt it would be an inspiring spectacle to see the cynic tear down the servant of God with his words.
Richard stood still when Silco moved away to take a seat, placing a hand on top of the altar. His eyes narrows a bit when the man brings up the sister, no Vi. He had only recently learned the true identity of the girl through Jinx's emotional outburst on the network rather than from his lover himself. Something that had left a bad taste in his mouth.
For a quick moment his gaze focuses on the empty spot next to Silco. Joan was there again, sneering as usually and mimicking the man's movements - digging up a lighter from her pocket and offering to light the cigar for him. Ridiculous.]
And so your lips remains sealed about their identities. [There is now a quiet accusation in his words. 'You are shutting me out.']
Please, we are nothing but ants to anything that contains that much power. We exist on their whim, going about our little lives like workers building a hive. [He did not allow the correction to stand, and he was willing to fight about it even if it was probably the last thing either of them actually needed right now. Time apart had been difficult on them both, and he had plenty of concerns that were well beyond this church and an argument over God.] Yes, yes, eternal paradise or eternal damnation. Two of the most boring options imaginable. Your God sounds like a terrible shepherd by the way. Maybe he should take an internship somewhere.
[Silco snorted in amusement as he pulled his cigar from the case and slipped it between his lips. He lit it with a single strike from the lighter, puffing away to bring it to life. He stowed the case and lighter away in his coat pocket again and leaned back to stare at Richard.] Was he? Do you actually believe any of that prattling nonsense? It's worse than children's stories and fables. You tie yourself up with everything your God apparently wants, but consider yourself a monster not fit for such salvation. Why would you aim for a goal you don't believe you deserve in the first place? Take what you can in the life that you have.
[He noted Richard's divided attention and turned in the pew that he was seated up, staring at the empty space beside him. He knew the tells.] Well, at least Joan is here so I have someone reasonable to talk to. [He reached around the back of the bench and pulled a thick book out titled "Bible" and huffed.] Joan, do tell Richard his religion is nothing more than a pile of shit giftwrapped as gold, would you? Such a gem.
[He flipped open the Bible, squinting at the small text and leafed through for something inspiring. Well, no, he decided he was going to read it cover to cover. This was Richard's religion, was it? Fine, he'd pull the younger man's arguments apart based on superior knowledge and pettiness.
Yet, he lifted his mismatched gaze away from examining the book to regard his lover, noting the tone. He had not shared Vi's identity because they had a deal in place. He was not bound by such stipulations any longer, but he also made a point of refusing to call her by name whenever possible.]
You want to know their names, do you? [He pulled his cigar from his lips and blew smoke out in front of him.] Fine. From our sister city, Piltover, two councilors: Jayce Talis and Mel Medarda. One ex-councilor: Heimerdinger who is a yordle, small and furry. Jayce and Heimerdinger are inventors or men of science. Mel is a foreign agent. From my city, Jinx's former boy-toy, Ekko has returned. The others were here before: Vi who is Jinx's blood sister, Caitlyn Kiramann from Piltover, and of course, my daughter, Jinx. All of them are dangerous to what I have been building, but I expect they also will be too consumed with each other to notice me.
[Richard falls quiet as Silco keeps pushing the argument, pressing his lips together into disapproving line. He does not want to hear it.
However, it is not that he doesn't think that Silco isn't right. The God, if he truly exists, is nowhere nearly as merciful nor loving as the priests, bishops or vicars and what not would preach about. After all, Richard had only experienced the fear and the merciless wrath -- something that were reserved for sinners and criminals. A role that he had come to accept as his own long time ago.
And yet he keeps chaining himself up with this desperate hope, that just maybe he, too, could be welcomed to the paradise. So, he continues with these performances and hides away his true nature despite knowing very well it all to be for naught.
A small flame of anger flares within him as he watches Silco to pick up the bible. No doubt the man is only looking at it to annoy him further. But the Silco goes and takes yet another step outside of his comfort-zone by bringing up Joan. Of course, her presence had never been a secret to his lover, but for him to provoke an interaction by addressing her? Yeah, that was more than enough to trigger the anxiety in him.
The uneasiness washes over his expression, feeling his skin prickle underneath his clothing. He turns his head to look away at the altar and its lights , fighting through his discomfort. He breathes through his nose and tapping the wooden surface with his finger and then -- maybe for the first time in is life, he decides not to dismiss the comment but lean into it. Making Joan part of the shared reality rather than just his own.]
..You are the one she's making fun out of, actually. [He says, voice strained, yet in control.] If it's not heaven or hell, then where do you wish your soul to end up when all of this is over?
[Richard is actually quite surprised that Silco answered his question. Despite them letting each other close enough to see the hidden scars and pains from the past, there had always been a fine line of privacy that they both guarded from one another. The line had been a source of frustration, for sure, but it had also helped him to understand their limits of relationship.]
I am familiar with some of them. [Mostly just with Vi and Caitlyn, but he does remember one encounter with the boy named Ekko.] It seems like your opposition has grown with a quite number. But you are right. I do not think they can act in this world without burning themselves, too.
[Oh he could push further. Silco knew he could drive Richard to probably becoming incensed with him to the point of yelling, but when the younger man went more and more silent, he knew that he was poking at an unhealed wound. They could debate all they liked, but it lost its shine when he knew that he was driving his lover into his shell with his rhetoric and cutting commentary on an aspect he saw as problematic for Richard's well being.
His lover wouldn't know it, but Silco was trying to break those chains so that his Richard could shake off years of self-hatred based around a religion that would never love or care for those that did not meet the standards of whatever society deemed. He hated it for that because so many of them were outliers who would have to overcompensate with shame and guilt at not being one of the 'sheep'.
So, he left the bulk of the topic silent on his end as he leafed through the Bible before giving up and actually starting on the first page. He shot a feigned enraged look to his right.] That's because she likes me, obviously.
[He snorted softly at the question and gestured with the Bible at all of this celebratory effect.] I don't care. My damned soul ended up here, so I suppose that's answer enough. Otherwise, I'd prefer reincarnation to relive again. A soul cycled over and over, their lives many, their opportunities varied.
[He grunted, fully aware of the opposition awaiting him. He needed to be careful now more than ever. He did not have the benefit of the last Marcus to hide his business.] You would think that, but I have cultivated a particular persona here that I wish to keep intact. They will create increased difficulties, though... I existed in the shadows for all of them for a long time. Perhaps I will be easy to overlook.
[Silco is a ruthless man, both in his actions and words. But even more than that, he was someone who sought to always have control and fight against any body that held authority, be it physical or celestial. Richard does not doubt it for a second that these words were part of that fight along with trying to seize the power over the conversation. The man hated being wrong, no matter how childish and petty it made him come across at times. And Richard did not want to have his most painful hurt to be used for that. Not when it was still sore and bleeding, drawing out his self-hatred out.
No wonder Joan was present.
And speaking of the witch? It felt so jarring to see Silco trying to interact with her, looking straight into those large crazed eyes and talking to her. The colors shift in his eyes, distorting the reality even more as the poisonous green and purple began to spread around the pair on the bench. But Richard forced his eyes to stay focused, not yielding even as Joan turned to sneer back at him:
"Tell him, Richard. I am not the one who likes him here."
The comment makes him knit his brows together in a harsher frown, the corners of his lips pulling back as he ignored the taunt.]
So. Eternal cycle of suffering and pain? Endless pursuit with no real goal. [He scoffs, rolling his shoulders in a sneer. He had heard rumors of such beliefs as part of heretic travelers. And to be honest, he did not see the appeal. Why would one subject themselves into such vicious cycle of agony and pain when there was something eternal and real to be achieved?]
Here I thought you enjoyed being the monster in the dark, relishing openly in the act of scaring the children and weak? I did not think that presence of people from your world would be enough to force you under the bed.
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Date: 2025-01-04 03:48 pm (UTC)He goes straight to the kitchen area, poking the floor with his snout while looking for dropped treats and other food scraps.]
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Date: 2025-01-04 04:00 pm (UTC)He shut the door to prevent the heat of the house leeching out and followed the boar to the kitchen, crossing his arms over his chest.]
Jinx is upstairs. She could use the company.
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Date: 2025-01-04 04:10 pm (UTC)But it's another dead end!
This time Whitey turns around and looks at Silco, looking absolutely offended by the state of things. What is this? You've only been separated couple of days and his things have already been cleared out!(Or maybe he had just eaten it already.)]
Meep! [He grunts, voicing out his frustration at the situation.]
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Date: 2025-01-04 04:17 pm (UTC)Jinx. Upstairs.
[After that, he shook his head and walked to his office, half shutting the door as he instead settled back down in his chair and began to leaf through papers. With nothing better to do with Jinx resting, he simply worked. Of course, he was exploring options for the cave system; it was woefully underutilized after all. He hated filling time, which meant he needed to plan and scheme to fill the void.]
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Date: 2025-01-04 04:28 pm (UTC)Whitey's pink snout wrinkles a little at Silco's response. And as the man left the scene the boar resumed searching the place. After a couple of minutes of pointless search he followed the man to his office, pushing the door properly open with his head.
However, this time he stayed quiet and did not try to demand attention. If not counting for the continued stare from the doorstep.]
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Date: 2025-01-04 04:43 pm (UTC)However, his attention shifted when Whitey appeared in the office doorway, and for a time, he ignored the boar and scribbled some notes. He needed an engineer, but he was currently being stubborn about asking for one. He flipped open a book instead, leafing through until those beady little eyes annoyed him enough to be distracting.
He turned in his seat and glared at the boar.] What do you want? Jinx is upstairs. Richard doesn't live here anymore. Are you here for me or her?
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Date: 2025-01-04 05:04 pm (UTC)He then took step back, moving back to the hallway and turns his head toward the front door and then looking back to Silco almost pleading.]
Meep.
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Date: 2025-01-04 05:28 pm (UTC)This was what they had agreed upon with razor-sharp precision. It was the way it must be. It was the way they required it. Besides, Richard had the inn now, and with so many new arrivals, it would be quite the undertaking for the younger man.
He also had Jinx to consider. She wasn't well and needed time for recovery, especially since she was so... different.
Silco heard the meep and clenched his fists before he pushed himself out of his chair and came around to head to the front door. Yes, boars didn't have opposable thumbs, which made exiting from a door difficult. He walked over to the door where a small pile of snow was still melting and opened it wide enough for Whitey to be able to exit.]
Don't even consider begging to come in and out constantly as a method for attention seeking. It's one or the other.
[He was too frustrated to pick up on the usual cues, of course. Seeing Whitey reminded him of Richard, and that was a pinch point he was avoiding thinking about.]
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Date: 2025-01-04 06:28 pm (UTC)So, when Silco gets up and marches towards the door, the boar silently follows him. And as the door is opened once again he just stands still right next to the man. He looks outside and then up at him. And well.. seeing that Silco is being more stubborn than what he usually is so guess he needs to resort to more aggressive measures. Which means that the his going to push the back of Silco's feet with is snout.]
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Date: 2025-01-04 06:40 pm (UTC)I can't leave Jinx.
[He could leave Jinx, but he didn't want to leave her alone. Even sleeping, he lurked around and was hard pressed to provide her space that she likely ultimately wanted now and again. He turned his head and looked towards the stairs that lead up to her bedroom, jaw working silently before he returned to staring at Whitey.]
I'll follow you to Richard, but only if you return here and stay with Jinx while I'm gone.
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Date: 2025-01-06 12:47 am (UTC)With that the boar walks up to the doorstep, his front legs touching the snowy ground outside. Then, he turns his head to look back and waits until the man is ready for the nightly walk in the snow.]
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Date: 2025-01-06 01:09 am (UTC)He sighed from his nose and shook his head, turning away from the open door and walked to the closet to retrieve his jacket. He slipped it on and made a point of taking his time pulling on his leather gloves as well before he approached the door and stared at the boar again. Fine, he was here.]
I'm not going to the inn. If he's there, you can convince him out.
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Date: 2025-01-06 03:22 am (UTC)Silco will soon notice that his temporary animal guide is not, in fact, leading him to the inn. Instead he takes the turn towards the outskirts of the city, away from the busy center. For a moment it might even look like that Richard's old (and now repurposed] house near the forest would be their destination. But nope! Instead the boar heads towards the church. Now, if Silco has ever visited the place before he will no doubt notice that the atmosphere around the lonely building is more festive. There are snow and ice sculptures build around it. Near the entrance there are even snow lantern with still a small flame lit. So. Someone must be inside.
Whitey stops by at the main entrance and looks up at his companion one last time.And with that he turns around and leaves. Deal's a deal. There is a distraught girl who needed him more than these two. So, if Silco decides to follow through and enter the building, he will notice that the place has gotten some makeover for the holidays. The most notable element is the gigantic decorated tree standing tall and proud near the altar.
However, the tree with its shining star on the top is hardly the only source of warm light in the church. There is a small path of light made out of candles set around the altar and that is indeed where Silco will be able to see a familiar slim dark figure. With his back turned towards the door, Richard does not seem to notice the newcomer. Instead he focuses on lighting the candles at the altar and well.. to his other companion.]
--You are making a fool out of yourself. [He says, addressing the ghost of Joan who is sitting on the altar next to him.
"Me? Don't be ridiculous. We both know who is the real fool here, don't we. Hmm? Oh, don't give me that look, Richard. I simply thought you had learned your lesson by now. "]
It is not what you think. I am not despairing.
[Hah! What a joke. I am you and so I know you better than anyone. You can't help but seek for it. Time and time again. The warm body holding yours, chasing away your nightmares and filling your days with that dream of lo--"]
Shut up! [This time Richard raises his voice and turns his body around to face the white witch, the comfortless agony visiting his face as he confronted his tormentor. However, as he does so, Richard can see the glimpse of another figure in the halls. A brief fear of panic flashing in his expression, like a child who got caught red-handed at the cookie jar.
"You can't help wanting and hoping for it. Just be smart about it this time, Richard. There are no happy endings for you." Joan's voice echoes in the ceiling as the witch disappears into the thin air, leaving him to face his lover on his own.]
...I did not think I'd ever see you in here, Silco.
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Date: 2025-01-06 02:27 pm (UTC)His assumption was correct as he was taken to another location, and even as he waded through the snow and was covered in the stuff by the time they arrived, he did know of the church. He knew that Richard spent time there, even offered patronage to that God of his.
Silco had never been a religious man, though he'd paid lip service as a boy until he realized it was all fake. He didn't care for gods or goddesses all the much; it was just another entity looking down their noses at the rest of the plebs that walked the surface of the planet. However, it seemed important to other people, and he would only try to nix their religious fervor if they came to close to him with it. Thankfully Jinx had informed of the existence of Christmas, but he couldn't say he believed in any of that nonsense either.
However, he approached the church and watched Whitey leave, stepping inside the warm threshold of the building and looking around at the festive atmosphere. It was the same and also different dolled up, and his attention fixed on Richard who was clearly in debate with his old friend, Joan. Of course, he was only aware of Richard's side of whatever argument the two were having. Despairing, hmm?
He reached up to dust snow off of his jacket shoulders and stepped further into the church when Richard noticed him, walking down the main aisle towards his lover.] Neither did I, but Whitey insisted and if I wanted an intact kitchen, I knew it was best to follow him.
[He stopped to look up at the big tree. No doubt that was important symbolism.]
Did you turn this dower little god shop festive then? You're not living here?
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Date: 2025-01-07 01:35 am (UTC)But then there was still part of him that kept looking up to the vast, empty sky and always seeking for the approval and love from the divine despite not believing it to be possible. It was that destructive hope that kept driving him back to this place. Just like now. A vicious cycle, chaining him down like a slave.
Richard schooled down his expression back to calm and collected one as he watched Silco to approach the altar. His golden eye is once again hidden by the dark hair. ]
You shouldn't let him boss you around so. [Says the man who was the main culprit behind pampering and spoiling the boar. But he had been certain that Whitey had been sleeping at the inn when he left. So why had he returned to Silco's out of all places?
He merely scoffs a quiet laughter at the man's sneer and shakes his head. Leave it to his lover to make fun out of one of the most important days of his faith. Not that Silco would know the meaning of it.] The man who lives here agreed to this. It seems like that even a heretic's heart softens during this time of the year.
[He then steps closer to Silco, also casting his gaze at the tree.] It is supposed to represent the garden of Eden, a paradise from where the very first humans' were banished after they fell from the grace. All the lights are symbol for the birth of the Christ, the son of God. His miraculous virgin birth is the reason we celebrate Christmas.
[Richard offers explanation and then turns away to light yet another candle.] How is your daughter?
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Date: 2025-01-08 02:20 pm (UTC)He looked at the alter with all of its candles and then the tree again. This all seemed like strange pomp and fanfare for a being that could care less about any one of them; bad things happened not because of gods but because that was the way that life traveled. It was a game of endurance and some had it, some didn't.]
He seemed upset you weren't there. [They both knew that Whitey was Richard's pride and joy, a loyal companion that Silco had noted showed up when people were at their worst. How and why? He had no idea. He knew animals could be attuned to such things.] He's keeping Jinx company.
[He wrinkled his nose at the story of falling from grace. Wasn't that just most religions? It seemed that Richard's in particular had stories of testing the mettle of men and them failing spectacularly in the trials.] I suppose it will make good kindling when you're finished with it here. [He snorted in amusement and side-eyed his lover.] You don't actually believe in a virgin birth, do you? Please, someone spilled their seed.
[Yet, his eyes returned to the tree at the question as his lover busied himself. Jinx was a delicate topic for the both of them.] I admitted to her about us. Otherwise, she's... a mess. She's not... [He trailed off, tucking his hands in his pockets. He doubted Richard wanted to hear it.] Nevermind. She's fine. Sleeping finally.
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Date: 2025-01-09 02:22 pm (UTC)If there was a seed spilled it was God's. He visited Mary in a form of pure light, placing a child in his womb. Then He sent one His angels to meet her and to deliver the truth about the child she was carrying. That he would be the son of God and the savior to all humans. [So, yes. He did believe it. Richard has never had any reason to question this story as nothing but the absolute truth. Mary had been special woman, one picked and chosen by God. Something that he is not even allowed dream about.] But such stories do not concern the sinners in the dark, does it?
[He and Silco were outside of that circle of light. Kins of sorts. Something that had brought them together in the first place.
When the topic shifts to Jinx Richard turns his gaze to briefly look at the other man. His visible eye narrows slightly when Silco mentions his confession but he says nothing to it. Was he happy about it? No. But was he mad? Strangely enough, not really. In fact he did not feel really anything about the subject. So, instead he just listens silently and watches Silco struggle to find the words. He had seen some of the girl's network post and it had been confusing to read, more than usually.
Yes, he is right. Richard does not care much for Jinx or her health, or at least for her sake. It's because of Silco that he is asking.
Setting down the candle he takes the few steps closer, closing the gap between him and his lover and raises his hand to touch Silco's cheek.] She'll be back on her feet soon. She's your daughter.
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Date: 2025-01-10 04:30 am (UTC)Of course now that he stood in this 'temple', he would admit that he had not opened this big religious book that Richard held to such high regard. He had never asked if the younger man had read it, but perhaps this was one of those subjects where if one or both of them picked up such a 'holy' text that they would burst into flames. That was a religious idea of heathens, was it not?]
It all sounds like make-believe trying to convince people of the purity of a higher being. You know getting a woman pregnant without her consent is still rape, right? Some God. [He knew he was pushing it, and he sighed as he shook his head as he decided purposefully to reign the provocative opinions back. He did not wish to make Richard his enemy tonight, not when they had barely had opportunities to seek each other out.] Such stories seem to be the kind of things parents tell their children to force them to attempt to be better people. Even if we were told, I suppose it wouldn't set people like us on the righteous path.
[He never had a reason to be anything other than who he was, and he prided himself to not be beholden to such ideas. He preferred to be the monster. More than that, he enjoyed the fact that he had someone else who was as monstrous as he was.
He stared at the altar, waiting for Richard's comment about the fact that he had opened up to his daughter about them. Nothing came, and he wasn't certain if he was relieved or disappointed. Perhaps it forced him to face the disquiet of the changes of his daughter's behaviour, their argument about methods and the future of this place.
His eyes followed his lover as Richard moved in on him, and he remained momentarily stiff as that hand touched his cheek. He sighed from his nose, nodding.] I know. There are... others from my world here now which will complicate things. [He slowly leaned into Richard's touch.]
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Date: 2025-01-10 03:00 pm (UTC)...Divine can't defile anyone. That is against its holy nature. [He says slowly, clearing his voice from the shock.] God wants all of us to be better, yes. Only those who have managed to live just life and repent for their sins are allowed to join His eternal kingdom. But yes, you're right. Such attempts are wasted on people such as you and I.
When Christ died he forgave those who had done him wrong. He found it in his heart to still love the man who had betrayed and sold him out. He bled and cried for our sins as he was brutally tormented in front of people before his slow and agonizing death. Only someone pure and truly holy could do something like that. Not us. [He and Silco had both been betrayed by someone close to them - by someone they cherished in their hearts. And what was result? Instead of turning the other cheek and forgive, they had turned into hate. Instead of being resurrected they had been reborn as they were. Dangerous monsters.
Richard could feel the warmth of Silco's skin even through his glove, thumb slowly caressing the spot under his eye. The contact made his heart swell and eyes soften. How had he missed this during these quiet and lonely days. A simple gesture packing immense amount of meaning behind it.
"You can't help but want it," Joan's words echoed in his mind, making him quickly withdraw away.]
And... Who are these people? Do you think they'll possess a threat against you?
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Date: 2025-01-11 03:06 pm (UTC)Yet he stepped in closer so that their bodies were inches apart.] Why do we need a God to tell us to be better? If that was what the end goal was, wouldn't it be harder to fight against that nature? No sin is beautiful and poignant, otherwise, why would you and I still be standing after all we have done? If there is a God, they don't care about the petty and paltry actions of humanity. We're just ants to them.
[Silco almost snorted a laugh, and he knew that Richard couldn't believe this nonsense. Who could? Son of a God tortured and murdered and God does nothing? What a waste.] Torture and murdering a crying man is hardly purity. It is weakness that he wouldn't fight back against his oppressors? What tale does that tell you, Richard? If you hang your head, meal, and cry, you will die by those who will never believe in you anyway. That's how martyrs shackle guilt.
[He leaned into Richard's hand further, allowing his guard down for a moment as he savored the quiet contact between them. Then it was gone just as fast and he had to take a small step to avoid stumbling forward. He shifted himself and tucked his hands back in his coat pockets.
He shrugged, stepping away to instead seat himself on a front row bench. He was digging in his coat for his cigar case.] They possess whispers of me which they may or may not tell. No worse than the sister who you are so fond drinking with.
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Date: 2025-01-12 03:17 am (UTC)You may say so, but the Christ was rewarded for his sacrifice. [And that was all that he really had to say about the topic. Somehow he doubted that stories of the miraculous resurrection would be enough to move his lover. But he supposes it is only fair. Richard is no priest and hardly the right person to educate a heathen on the matters of religion and divine. A rebellious part of him would want to see the older man in discussion with one of the preachers from his church. No doubt it would be an inspiring spectacle to see the cynic tear down the servant of God with his words.
Richard stood still when Silco moved away to take a seat, placing a hand on top of the altar. His eyes narrows a bit when the man brings up the sister, no Vi. He had only recently learned the true identity of the girl through Jinx's emotional outburst on the network rather than from his lover himself. Something that had left a bad taste in his mouth.
For a quick moment his gaze focuses on the empty spot next to Silco. Joan was there again, sneering as usually and mimicking the man's movements - digging up a lighter from her pocket and offering to light the cigar for him. Ridiculous.]
And so your lips remains sealed about their identities. [There is now a quiet accusation in his words. 'You are shutting me out.']
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Date: 2025-01-12 05:54 pm (UTC)[Silco snorted in amusement as he pulled his cigar from the case and slipped it between his lips. He lit it with a single strike from the lighter, puffing away to bring it to life. He stowed the case and lighter away in his coat pocket again and leaned back to stare at Richard.] Was he? Do you actually believe any of that prattling nonsense? It's worse than children's stories and fables. You tie yourself up with everything your God apparently wants, but consider yourself a monster not fit for such salvation. Why would you aim for a goal you don't believe you deserve in the first place? Take what you can in the life that you have.
[He noted Richard's divided attention and turned in the pew that he was seated up, staring at the empty space beside him. He knew the tells.] Well, at least Joan is here so I have someone reasonable to talk to. [He reached around the back of the bench and pulled a thick book out titled "Bible" and huffed.] Joan, do tell Richard his religion is nothing more than a pile of shit giftwrapped as gold, would you? Such a gem.
[He flipped open the Bible, squinting at the small text and leafed through for something inspiring. Well, no, he decided he was going to read it cover to cover. This was Richard's religion, was it? Fine, he'd pull the younger man's arguments apart based on superior knowledge and pettiness.
Yet, he lifted his mismatched gaze away from examining the book to regard his lover, noting the tone. He had not shared Vi's identity because they had a deal in place. He was not bound by such stipulations any longer, but he also made a point of refusing to call her by name whenever possible.]
You want to know their names, do you? [He pulled his cigar from his lips and blew smoke out in front of him.] Fine. From our sister city, Piltover, two councilors: Jayce Talis and Mel Medarda. One ex-councilor: Heimerdinger who is a yordle, small and furry. Jayce and Heimerdinger are inventors or men of science. Mel is a foreign agent. From my city, Jinx's former boy-toy, Ekko has returned. The others were here before: Vi who is Jinx's blood sister, Caitlyn Kiramann from Piltover, and of course, my daughter, Jinx. All of them are dangerous to what I have been building, but I expect they also will be too consumed with each other to notice me.
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Date: 2025-01-13 01:05 am (UTC)However, it is not that he doesn't think that Silco isn't right. The God, if he truly exists, is nowhere nearly as merciful nor loving as the priests, bishops or vicars and what not would preach about. After all, Richard had only experienced the fear and the merciless wrath -- something that were reserved for sinners and criminals. A role that he had come to accept as his own long time ago.
And yet he keeps chaining himself up with this desperate hope, that just maybe he, too, could be welcomed to the paradise. So, he continues with these performances and hides away his true nature despite knowing very well it all to be for naught.
A small flame of anger flares within him as he watches Silco to pick up the bible. No doubt the man is only looking at it to annoy him further. But the Silco goes and takes yet another step outside of his comfort-zone by bringing up Joan. Of course, her presence had never been a secret to his lover, but for him to provoke an interaction by addressing her? Yeah, that was more than enough to trigger the anxiety in him.
The uneasiness washes over his expression, feeling his skin prickle underneath his clothing. He turns his head to look away at the altar and its lights , fighting through his discomfort. He breathes through his nose and tapping the wooden surface with his finger and then -- maybe for the first time in is life, he decides not to dismiss the comment but lean into it. Making Joan part of the shared reality rather than just his own.]
..You are the one she's making fun out of, actually. [He says, voice strained, yet in control.] If it's not heaven or hell, then where do you wish your soul to end up when all of this is over?
[Richard is actually quite surprised that Silco answered his question. Despite them letting each other close enough to see the hidden scars and pains from the past, there had always been a fine line of privacy that they both guarded from one another. The line had been a source of frustration, for sure, but it had also helped him to understand their limits of relationship.]
I am familiar with some of them. [Mostly just with Vi and Caitlyn, but he does remember one encounter with the boy named Ekko.] It seems like your opposition has grown with a quite number. But you are right. I do not think they can act in this world without burning themselves, too.
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Date: 2025-01-13 01:26 am (UTC)His lover wouldn't know it, but Silco was trying to break those chains so that his Richard could shake off years of self-hatred based around a religion that would never love or care for those that did not meet the standards of whatever society deemed. He hated it for that because so many of them were outliers who would have to overcompensate with shame and guilt at not being one of the 'sheep'.
So, he left the bulk of the topic silent on his end as he leafed through the Bible before giving up and actually starting on the first page. He shot a feigned enraged look to his right.] That's because she likes me, obviously.
[He snorted softly at the question and gestured with the Bible at all of this celebratory effect.] I don't care. My damned soul ended up here, so I suppose that's answer enough. Otherwise, I'd prefer reincarnation to relive again. A soul cycled over and over, their lives many, their opportunities varied.
[He grunted, fully aware of the opposition awaiting him. He needed to be careful now more than ever. He did not have the benefit of the last Marcus to hide his business.] You would think that, but I have cultivated a particular persona here that I wish to keep intact. They will create increased difficulties, though... I existed in the shadows for all of them for a long time. Perhaps I will be easy to overlook.
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Date: 2025-01-13 03:12 pm (UTC)No wonder Joan was present.
And speaking of the witch? It felt so jarring to see Silco trying to interact with her, looking straight into those large crazed eyes and talking to her. The colors shift in his eyes, distorting the reality even more as the poisonous green and purple began to spread around the pair on the bench. But Richard forced his eyes to stay focused, not yielding even as Joan turned to sneer back at him:
"Tell him, Richard. I am not the one who likes him here."
The comment makes him knit his brows together in a harsher frown, the corners of his lips pulling back as he ignored the taunt.]
So. Eternal cycle of suffering and pain? Endless pursuit with no real goal. [He scoffs, rolling his shoulders in a sneer. He had heard rumors of such beliefs as part of heretic travelers. And to be honest, he did not see the appeal. Why would one subject themselves into such vicious cycle of agony and pain when there was something eternal and real to be achieved?]
Here I thought you enjoyed being the monster in the dark, relishing openly in the act of scaring the children and weak? I did not think that presence of people from your world would be enough to force you under the bed.
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