[There were many things about Richard in the weight of silence that he didn't know. He expected the reverse was certainly true, but he was willing to bridge the gap and take the first step in hopes that Richard might eventually share as the younger man now and again when they had first met and shown curiosity towards each other.
Perhaps that shame of him being gutterblood would come to the surface. Until then, he had to assume that Richard would tolerate whatever low born status meant, especially in a place where they were no kings or dukes or whatever other silly titles people gave themselves. This place was about what people did or didn't do, what they made of themselves even if it was troublesome.
His hands slid down from Richard's cheeks as their kiss broke, palms stroking either side of the column of the younger man's neck. One hand dropped away to reach out to take one of Richard's in his own. He brought it between them so he could set his lover's hand over the round scar in the middle of his chest. It was a wound that had killed him before he arrived here.
He made a soft hmm noise of contemplation.]
My daughter gave me this scar and the one above. She hadn't meant to, but in the confusion of the moment, I received these wounds.
[He hadn't told anyone that. There were only two conscious people present when he died: Jinx and Vi. It was his secret, the one he carried each day without malice towards his daughter.]
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Perhaps that shame of him being gutterblood would come to the surface. Until then, he had to assume that Richard would tolerate whatever low born status meant, especially in a place where they were no kings or dukes or whatever other silly titles people gave themselves. This place was about what people did or didn't do, what they made of themselves even if it was troublesome.
His hands slid down from Richard's cheeks as their kiss broke, palms stroking either side of the column of the younger man's neck. One hand dropped away to reach out to take one of Richard's in his own. He brought it between them so he could set his lover's hand over the round scar in the middle of his chest. It was a wound that had killed him before he arrived here.
He made a soft hmm noise of contemplation.]
My daughter gave me this scar and the one above. She hadn't meant to, but in the confusion of the moment, I received these wounds.
[He hadn't told anyone that. There were only two conscious people present when he died: Jinx and Vi. It was his secret, the one he carried each day without malice towards his daughter.]