[He doubted that the brute had thought of making this place more comfortable to limit both visitors and squatters. The pew was fine to sit on short-term, but Silco had not come equipped with appropriate physical padding for a long-term stay. Yet, he was hesitant to leave and suggest comfortable lodging, not with Richard holding onto him and this place apparently holding enough meaning to require such celebratory decorations in the first place.
He turned his head at the whispered words, offering a soft hum of acknowledgement and feeling no urge to add to it. He expected that was a private thought that had slipped passed those lips. Perhaps Richard thought that saying them outloud to encourage the younger man to even believe them one day. Yet, as if to punctuate that this Light not shining by a God wasn't important, he tipped his head to plant a kiss on his lover's crown. There was no God; there were just people with enough ego to think they were one and lord it over the rest of them.]
I usually am right. It's a gift and a curse. [He, of course, couldn't see Joan and had no idea those words were aimed at her and not an observance of the two of them.
He suddenly sat forward, rolling his narrow shoulders to slide out of his thick jacket and shook it out in front of him. He paused at the words regarding their pact, and he looked at Richard, surveying the younger man's expression even as the corner of his lips quirked in a smirk. He shifted up the pew so he could pull one leg up and let the other dangle off the side as he lay down and gestured for Richard to come and lay down upon him so he could use his jacket as a blanket to cover them both over.]
Oh, Richard, this has never been about just sex. I value your company and all of our interactions in whatever form they take. [He folded an arm under his head and regarded his lover, expression bemused as if he were stating the most obvious observance in the world.] I will stay with you all night, Richard. Come, let us rest.
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branchandroot
u don't get to drop that on him and wrap :| he gets last word
Date: 2025-02-21 05:46 pm (UTC)He turned his head at the whispered words, offering a soft hum of acknowledgement and feeling no urge to add to it. He expected that was a private thought that had slipped passed those lips. Perhaps Richard thought that saying them outloud to encourage the younger man to even believe them one day. Yet, as if to punctuate that this Light not shining by a God wasn't important, he tipped his head to plant a kiss on his lover's crown. There was no God; there were just people with enough ego to think they were one and lord it over the rest of them.]
I usually am right. It's a gift and a curse. [He, of course, couldn't see Joan and had no idea those words were aimed at her and not an observance of the two of them.
He suddenly sat forward, rolling his narrow shoulders to slide out of his thick jacket and shook it out in front of him. He paused at the words regarding their pact, and he looked at Richard, surveying the younger man's expression even as the corner of his lips quirked in a smirk. He shifted up the pew so he could pull one leg up and let the other dangle off the side as he lay down and gestured for Richard to come and lay down upon him so he could use his jacket as a blanket to cover them both over.]
Oh, Richard, this has never been about just sex. I value your company and all of our interactions in whatever form they take. [He folded an arm under his head and regarded his lover, expression bemused as if he were stating the most obvious observance in the world.] I will stay with you all night, Richard. Come, let us rest.