[Tilting his head slightly to the side, Richard carefully nuzzles against Silco's temple. His breathing finally calming down since entering to the bathroom. The embrace, sound of their joined hear beats and lukewarm water running down their bodies all were soothing to his soul.
However, despite the solace and comfort found in their small bubble, Richard could not help but notice the obvious drift between them -- threatening to pull them apart sooner or later. Neither of them were willing to betray the other people, true. However, while Silco did it out of love towards his daughter, Richard did it for himself. Meeting people like Charles and Mitsuru had affirmed that his ambitions had not been in vain and that he, indeed, did succeed in grabbing that light. But it also meant that he had an imagine to uphold to. He was, after all, King Richard the Third. He could not falter from that.
And then there was the other factor as well, something that Richard found more dooming than anything else. Despite all this intimacy, no matter how deep their shared similarities ran, their hearts were not together. Silco had spoken of secrets and working to unwound them. How funny. Richard could trust the other man with his deepest and most guarded secret that was his body, but hesitated when it came to opening up his mind.]
You called us lovers, before. [Richard recalls to their previous conversation on the network. And then there had been the moment when Silco had claimed Richard as his own in front of the ghosts of his past. ] Is that not enough?
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However, despite the solace and comfort found in their small bubble, Richard could not help but notice the obvious drift between them -- threatening to pull them apart sooner or later. Neither of them were willing to betray the other people, true. However, while Silco did it out of love towards his daughter, Richard did it for himself. Meeting people like Charles and Mitsuru had affirmed that his ambitions had not been in vain and that he, indeed, did succeed in grabbing that light. But it also meant that he had an imagine to uphold to. He was, after all, King Richard the Third. He could not falter from that.
And then there was the other factor as well, something that Richard found more dooming than anything else. Despite all this intimacy, no matter how deep their shared similarities ran, their hearts were not together. Silco had spoken of secrets and working to unwound them. How funny. Richard could trust the other man with his deepest and most guarded secret that was his body, but hesitated when it came to opening up his mind.]
You called us lovers, before. [Richard recalls to their previous conversation on the network. And then there had been the moment when Silco had claimed Richard as his own in front of the ghosts of his past. ] Is that not enough?