[The severity of these spells do come with various levels of severity, just as Silco suspected. However, while it's true that the current one that has hold on Richard is stronger than those that Silco had witnessed earlier it still was nowhere near the worst case scenario. It's during those moments when Richard truly loses track of himself and allows his anger and fear guide him through the thick woods, painting the world red with him. Right now, Richard could feel the curse trying coax him deeper into the embrace of the abyss as the self-loath filled desperation clung on him like a second skin. But despite all of that and the distorted vision Richard was in control and kept trying to push past the demons of his own making in hopes of finding the exit of the forest.
It was all easier said than done, of course. The vines tightened their hold around Richard's body, the sharp thorns sinking deeper into his bare flesh, and kept dragging him back like harsh hands pulling him apart. Both his body and mind felt exhausted as he continued to fight against their lure, not wanting to let him succumb and panic here in front of his lover. And he was already faltering as the struggle brought the distress over his face.
The explanation Silco gave him was hardly a satisfactory and failed to provide him any answer. Why would the other man go this far to provide someone like Richard comfort and sense of security? Why would he keep holding his hand even though there was a gap forming between them with the issue of Jinx.
'Richard. Richard', the voice hisses at his ear. 'It's because you're demon. You have bewitched him with that body of yours! Or have you gone truly mad and think that you'd be wanted?'
Once again, Richard lowers his gaze down and presses his lips together into a thin, anxious line. However, this time he does not immediately follow Silco but stands still when the man tries to tug him towards the warm water. The tension and stiffness returns to his body as he tries to close his ears of the curses.
The long and slender fingers curl around Silco's hand, squeezing it harder.]
..I am not mad. [His voice is quiet, only barely audible over the rush of the shower. Richard wasn't sure who he was addressing with his words. Was it Silco or the hooded figure who he knew was there with them, waiting to send their army of demons and spirits after Richard any moment. Then, gritting his teeth together, he steps forward into the warm shower and presses himself against Silco's body, forehead leaning against his shoulder.] I am nothing like him.
good that one of us is responsible with the cws...
It was all easier said than done, of course. The vines tightened their hold around Richard's body, the sharp thorns sinking deeper into his bare flesh, and kept dragging him back like harsh hands pulling him apart. Both his body and mind felt exhausted as he continued to fight against their lure, not wanting to let him succumb and panic here in front of his lover. And he was already faltering as the struggle brought the distress over his face.
The explanation Silco gave him was hardly a satisfactory and failed to provide him any answer. Why would the other man go this far to provide someone like Richard comfort and sense of security? Why would he keep holding his hand even though there was a gap forming between them with the issue of Jinx.
'Richard. Richard', the voice hisses at his ear. 'It's because you're demon. You have bewitched him with that body of yours! Or have you gone truly mad and think that you'd be wanted?'
Once again, Richard lowers his gaze down and presses his lips together into a thin, anxious line. However, this time he does not immediately follow Silco but stands still when the man tries to tug him towards the warm water. The tension and stiffness returns to his body as he tries to close his ears of the curses.
The long and slender fingers curl around Silco's hand, squeezing it harder.]
..I am not mad. [His voice is quiet, only barely audible over the rush of the shower. Richard wasn't sure who he was addressing with his words. Was it Silco or the hooded figure who he knew was there with them, waiting to send their army of demons and spirits after Richard any moment. Then, gritting his teeth together, he steps forward into the warm shower and presses himself against Silco's body, forehead leaning against his shoulder.] I am nothing like him.