Hmm perhaps. There are several portions that describe your God expressing considerably cruelty. There's an appearance that in order to prove one's loyalty to the religion that they must suffer and cause suffering. [He had picked up and put down the book several times, finding parts of it interesting and others insufferable. He found it amusing that a 'holy' book promoted such vulgar acts, and at times, Richard seemed to have a religion founded upon us or them.
He too was keenly aware of the shift and especially Richard responding to it. Silco was extremely proud of his city, building a legacy upon the corpses of it so that he could prove that he was not that dirty little thing that was spat upon. The warts, flaws, beauty and twisted nature of his city and its people was something that he promoted, especially the violent and eclectic peoples.
He tilted his head slightly as he considered his lover, and it was a subject that he had considered now and again as Richard became more and more ambitious. From shy standoffish young man to stiff but confident young Prince, Silco could see that Richard needed encouragement and backing from another confident monster.
He leaned in, a whisper of their lips against each other for a moment.] I wouldn't dare to presume where you might take yourself with the right encouragement. There is no seat of power as you have at home, but that doesn't mean you can't rule. [Richard was dangerous, playing the helpful knowledgeable public appearance while behind the scenes pulling strings.
When would their ambitions clash? He knew that his lover did not approve of his daughter, but Jinx seemed to be taking a step back from her little Inx club or whatever it was. No surprise. Would his lover try to fill that void?]
The life upon the Earth is suffering itself. [There is a sense of finality to his word this time. The world was the hell and pain was the way of living. No matter how he'd run or hide the suffering wouldn't end. The sinful desires would always follow him like a shadow. That is the realization that had he come to during that night when Buckingham had forced him to admit his true self. It was the reason he continued to fight, knowing better than to let idle pleasures make him compliant and fat. It was something he was sure Silco would agree on.
It was what pushed men like them to defy the fate.
Richard's fingers slid up along the smooth silk of the cravat, past the collar so that the gloved tips could make contact with the skin. The long and thin digit kept caressing Silco's throat, carefully pressing on the Adam's apple before moving up to feel the sharp edges of his jawline.
He was right, of course. There was no throne for him to sit on nor a crown to gather light from. This world continued to be bleak and hellish with its all confusing and irrational nonsense. The most people continued to be insufferable, but at least he got along with them better now. Sort of. They would not want a ruler, or so they'd think. Richard had his plans for that, which some of them he had openly discussed with his lover, while keeping some cards still hidden. And he had no reason to think that Silco didn't do the same.
His thumb kept brushing Silco's chin, reaching up to lightly pull on the lower lip as he he considered Silco's question.] I suppose only the time will tell where I land, hmm?
But I can promise you this, you will want to stay on my good graces. [The words are spoken as a light whisper, despite carrying weight of the dark promise. One that was willing to see how the cards were played out between them.]
But you don't think I only invited you here to talk, Silco? [It had been some time since they last had came together like this.]
I won't dispute that reality, no. However, there are methods and activities which can lessen that suffering for oneself. [His tone was far more whimsey, aware that both himself and Richard would bask in sin and never feel regret for it. This was who they were, and in that, the suffering was eased as they had each other to share aspects of it with. They had limited time of course, which meant they had to make the most of what they had in this false reality.
Silco stood for the slide of Richard's hand along his collar, touching his throat (which caused faint tension), and then he leaned into those fingers sliding along his jawline. His hand moved to caress the side of Richard's face with a finger, drawing back that curtain of hair so that it could be tucked behind the younger man's ear.
He leaned in closer, as if he might share a secret but decided not to speak. No, he studied his lover in the dim light of the cellar-like bunker. With no throne, he knew that there were other avenues. He wondered if they should venture down that path together or separately, meeting somewhere in the middle. Had Richard ever brought people to their knees before? Silco had. Shimmer. There were other methods, ones he had slowly maneuvered himself into since the start of his tenure here.]
Indeed, a mystery to be certain. Time will tell. [He had an idea. Silco was keen to understand rivals for power after all. It wasn't his fault he happened to be bedding one of the most dangerous ones (it actually was).] Have I ever stepped from your good graces for long, hmm? There are many reasons we still enjoy one another's company.
[He feigned curiosity.] Did you not invite me here to show me your new little hide-out?
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Date: 2025-02-25 05:16 am (UTC)He too was keenly aware of the shift and especially Richard responding to it. Silco was extremely proud of his city, building a legacy upon the corpses of it so that he could prove that he was not that dirty little thing that was spat upon. The warts, flaws, beauty and twisted nature of his city and its people was something that he promoted, especially the violent and eclectic peoples.
He tilted his head slightly as he considered his lover, and it was a subject that he had considered now and again as Richard became more and more ambitious. From shy standoffish young man to stiff but confident young Prince, Silco could see that Richard needed encouragement and backing from another confident monster.
He leaned in, a whisper of their lips against each other for a moment.] I wouldn't dare to presume where you might take yourself with the right encouragement. There is no seat of power as you have at home, but that doesn't mean you can't rule. [Richard was dangerous, playing the helpful knowledgeable public appearance while behind the scenes pulling strings.
When would their ambitions clash? He knew that his lover did not approve of his daughter, but Jinx seemed to be taking a step back from her little Inx club or whatever it was. No surprise. Would his lover try to fill that void?]
Where do you wish to see yourself, Richard?
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Date: 2025-03-04 02:28 am (UTC)It was what pushed men like them to defy the fate.
Richard's fingers slid up along the smooth silk of the cravat, past the collar so that the gloved tips could make contact with the skin. The long and thin digit kept caressing Silco's throat, carefully pressing on the Adam's apple before moving up to feel the sharp edges of his jawline.
He was right, of course. There was no throne for him to sit on nor a crown to gather light from. This world continued to be bleak and hellish with its all confusing and irrational nonsense. The most people continued to be insufferable, but at least he got along with them better now. Sort of. They would not want a ruler, or so they'd think. Richard had his plans for that, which some of them he had openly discussed with his lover, while keeping some cards still hidden. And he had no reason to think that Silco didn't do the same.
His thumb kept brushing Silco's chin, reaching up to lightly pull on the lower lip as he he considered Silco's question.] I suppose only the time will tell where I land, hmm?
But I can promise you this, you will want to stay on my good graces. [The words are spoken as a light whisper, despite carrying weight of the dark promise. One that was willing to see how the cards were played out between them.]
But you don't think I only invited you here to talk, Silco? [It had been some time since they last had came together like this.]
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Date: 2025-03-04 04:41 pm (UTC)Silco stood for the slide of Richard's hand along his collar, touching his throat (which caused faint tension), and then he leaned into those fingers sliding along his jawline. His hand moved to caress the side of Richard's face with a finger, drawing back that curtain of hair so that it could be tucked behind the younger man's ear.
He leaned in closer, as if he might share a secret but decided not to speak. No, he studied his lover in the dim light of the cellar-like bunker. With no throne, he knew that there were other avenues. He wondered if they should venture down that path together or separately, meeting somewhere in the middle. Had Richard ever brought people to their knees before? Silco had. Shimmer. There were other methods, ones he had slowly maneuvered himself into since the start of his tenure here.]
Indeed, a mystery to be certain. Time will tell. [He had an idea. Silco was keen to understand rivals for power after all. It wasn't his fault he happened to be bedding one of the most dangerous ones (it actually was).] Have I ever stepped from your good graces for long, hmm? There are many reasons we still enjoy one another's company.
[He feigned curiosity.] Did you not invite me here to show me your new little hide-out?