[He doesn't understand. How is one supposed to ignore the voices coming off the ivory tower when the one judging you is no other than the God and the order of life itself? One who sins is prohibited from ever touching the light. That is why they must display the utmost discreet to not be caught when moving in the shadows.
The touch helps to keep Richard grounded in the presence, preventing him from falling too deep into the dark depths of his own nightmares. At first, at least. Because when he words fall from Silco's lips Richard can feel his stomach dropping and his soul being pulled back.
'You've forced me to do nothing that I don't enjoy.' That is because the forbidden fruit is always the most sweetest. Or so he would normally image a reply to such statement if it wasn't for the lingering implication behind the words that he had indeed tempted the other.
'That is what you always do. Ruin people with those sweet words slipping past your lips and with that demon body of yours!' The voice speaks back to him, heckling as the entire room is covered in the thick black veil, blocking the morning with its light and sounds from entering the room. The veins are coiling around him again, pressing the spikes against his flesh.
Richard's eyes turns away from Silco once again, focusing in the distant spot on the wall, trying to shake off the anxiety from his skin and fight against the panic that threatens to swallow him whole.]
But you want to. [He says eventually, tongue heavy and words tasting like rot in his mouth. Keeping his expression neutral he slips further away on the mattress and moves towards the edge of the bed. ] I will need to wash. We should continue this discussion after that with a meal.
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The touch helps to keep Richard grounded in the presence, preventing him from falling too deep into the dark depths of his own nightmares. At first, at least. Because when he words fall from Silco's lips Richard can feel his stomach dropping and his soul being pulled back.
'You've forced me to do nothing that I don't enjoy.' That is because the forbidden fruit is always the most sweetest. Or so he would normally image a reply to such statement if it wasn't for the lingering implication behind the words that he had indeed tempted the other.
'That is what you always do. Ruin people with those sweet words slipping past your lips and with that demon body of yours!' The voice speaks back to him, heckling as the entire room is covered in the thick black veil, blocking the morning with its light and sounds from entering the room. The veins are coiling around him again, pressing the spikes against his flesh.
Richard's eyes turns away from Silco once again, focusing in the distant spot on the wall, trying to shake off the anxiety from his skin and fight against the panic that threatens to swallow him whole.]
But you want to. [He says eventually, tongue heavy and words tasting like rot in his mouth. Keeping his expression neutral he slips further away on the mattress and moves towards the edge of the bed. ] I will need to wash. We should continue this discussion after that with a meal.