[Richard isn't exactly sure what he was expecting to hear from Silco. Just what kind of dark secret could he be harboring under that calm exterior, and willing to lift the veil enough to have Richard a peek? Well. Whatever his initial thought and expectations were they certainly hadn't gotten anywhere close to the truth.
Fingertips circled around the very familiar scars. Ever since laying his eyes on the injuries on Silco's chest Richard had been very intrigued by them. They were similar yet still so different to scars he'd seen in his own world. But now he could understand their nature a little better, thanks to Mr. Valentine's training. He had seen the damage that bullets could do to different surfaces - and only could only imagine the pain of being on the receiving end.
The revelation does move something in Richard's mind. The neutrality softening in his eyes once again as he lowers his gaze from the man's face to the injuries. He parts his lips slightly as if to say something, but the words die before he can even let out a sound. A flock of questions sprang to his mind, loudest ones being How and Why? Richard was now certain that the girl was indeed a thorn. Something that poisoned the man's mind and will, eating away his ambition and life. Surely, Silco saw this too. So why was she still there and not cut off?
However, the mention of the confusing moment does resonate with him, pulling strings within his core. The sound of shower pouring on them all of the sudden sounded a quite lot like a heavy rain drumming against the thick glass of chapel's windows. Hadn't he done something like this, once upon a time? If Silco could forgive her then maybe,--- No. That thought is best left unfinished.
Richard slides his arm around Silco's frame, pulling the man closer, skin against skin. It is so strange, how all the confusion could just melt away and be replaced by the warm feeling of appreciation. Somehow, he looked up at the man as a father more than before.]
My mother tried to kill me, [He speaks softly, breaking his own silence as he decides to offer something with similar value to the other.] Over and over again. She abandoned me in the forest when I was a child, locked me up in the tower and left me at the mercy of enemy army. She told my secret to lords of royal council in hopes that they would execute me. For that I had to sacrifice my arm. [And yet, despite all the hate between two of them, Richard still could not break free from her. His mother shadow following him even here.] Family is not always perfect.
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Fingertips circled around the very familiar scars. Ever since laying his eyes on the injuries on Silco's chest Richard had been very intrigued by them. They were similar yet still so different to scars he'd seen in his own world. But now he could understand their nature a little better, thanks to Mr. Valentine's training. He had seen the damage that bullets could do to different surfaces - and only could only imagine the pain of being on the receiving end.
The revelation does move something in Richard's mind. The neutrality softening in his eyes once again as he lowers his gaze from the man's face to the injuries. He parts his lips slightly as if to say something, but the words die before he can even let out a sound. A flock of questions sprang to his mind, loudest ones being How and Why? Richard was now certain that the girl was indeed a thorn. Something that poisoned the man's mind and will, eating away his ambition and life. Surely, Silco saw this too. So why was she still there and not cut off?
However, the mention of the confusing moment does resonate with him, pulling strings within his core. The sound of shower pouring on them all of the sudden sounded a quite lot like a heavy rain drumming against the thick glass of chapel's windows. Hadn't he done something like this, once upon a time? If Silco could forgive her then maybe,--- No. That thought is best left unfinished.
Richard slides his arm around Silco's frame, pulling the man closer, skin against skin. It is so strange, how all the confusion could just melt away and be replaced by the warm feeling of appreciation. Somehow, he looked up at the man as a father more than before.]
My mother tried to kill me, [He speaks softly, breaking his own silence as he decides to offer something with similar value to the other.] Over and over again. She abandoned me in the forest when I was a child, locked me up in the tower and left me at the mercy of enemy army. She told my secret to lords of royal council in hopes that they would execute me. For that I had to sacrifice my arm. [And yet, despite all the hate between two of them, Richard still could not break free from her. His mother shadow following him even here.] Family is not always perfect.