[It was a strange thing, to have someone else present like this when his mind was nothing but chaos, clouding his every thought and perspective of the surroundings and himself. Back in his own world, no one had been aware of these ailments that would from time to time continue haunting Richard's mind and call him further into the depths. The ignorance of the others had allowed Richard to form his own coping mechanism and ways to battle against condition that he could only describe as curse of a witch. Either to push himself through it, close himself off and focus on the matters at the hand, or in the worst scenario: succumb to the voice as the nightmares would slowly chip away more of his heart and soul. For the first case scenario his arrangements with Buckingham had been perfect as his kingmaker would unknowingly force his focus to stay on the present during their long nightly conversations and scheming.
But Silco, like always, was a different story. He could see through the barriers that Richard had build around himself and recognize the hurt within his mind and how the curse distorted the reality in his eyes. But instead of trying to force Richard out of the spell he choose to approach the situation with comfort, allowing the moment to play and die out on its own course.
Richard wasn't sure how he felt about it. Part of him detested the softness that kept him lingering between the two worlds, unable to break him free from the doubts plaguing his mind but also preventing him succumbing to them completely. But then there was the other part of him, a much stronger one, that desperately wanted to cling on hope and acceptance that is offered to him -- despite knowing that it ultimately would serve as another knife piercing his soul.
Richard stays quiet, reacting only minimally to Silco's actions. His gaze lowers down to look down at their joined hands. And as they begin to walk his mind automatically snaps to the distant memory from his past, when he had similarly clung on a guiding hand that pulled him only deeper into the woods. His vision narrows and his heartbeat grows only faster and louder as he is remembering the warning.
Do not let go of this hand.
The walk to the bathroom is not a long one, taking a less than a minute, and yet it felt like an eternity to Richard. And once they're in and door is locked he feels a wave of relief to wash over his body, a heavy sigh finally escaping from him - as if he they had just crossed a long and dangerous threshold. How long had he been holding his breath?
It is also then when Richard finally does register the unknown song that Silco had been humming. He briefly lift his gaze from their joined hands to look at the back of Silco's neck, expression finally shifting and showing some emotion as the uncertainty pushed to the surface.]
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But Silco, like always, was a different story. He could see through the barriers that Richard had build around himself and recognize the hurt within his mind and how the curse distorted the reality in his eyes. But instead of trying to force Richard out of the spell he choose to approach the situation with comfort, allowing the moment to play and die out on its own course.
Richard wasn't sure how he felt about it. Part of him detested the softness that kept him lingering between the two worlds, unable to break him free from the doubts plaguing his mind but also preventing him succumbing to them completely. But then there was the other part of him, a much stronger one, that desperately wanted to cling on hope and acceptance that is offered to him -- despite knowing that it ultimately would serve as another knife piercing his soul.
Richard stays quiet, reacting only minimally to Silco's actions. His gaze lowers down to look down at their joined hands. And as they begin to walk his mind automatically snaps to the distant memory from his past, when he had similarly clung on a guiding hand that pulled him only deeper into the woods. His vision narrows and his heartbeat grows only faster and louder as he is remembering the warning.
Do not let go of this hand.
The walk to the bathroom is not a long one, taking a less than a minute, and yet it felt like an eternity to Richard. And once they're in and door is locked he feels a wave of relief to wash over his body, a heavy sigh finally escaping from him - as if he they had just crossed a long and dangerous threshold. How long had he been holding his breath?
It is also then when Richard finally does register the unknown song that Silco had been humming. He briefly lift his gaze from their joined hands to look at the back of Silco's neck, expression finally shifting and showing some emotion as the uncertainty pushed to the surface.]
Why are you doing this?