[The press of lips against his scarred skin felt almost ticklish, his damaged nerve-endings reaction to the touch by making the arm twitch a little. It was still somewhat jarring to have such gentle and affectionate gestures displayed towards his injury, despite the mutilation twisting it unsightly and unbearable. Yet another reminder that his body was not one for the light. 'These are the markings of the King,' that is how Buckingham had called the fresh burns on his flesh, kissing them with full of devotion and love. He could not sense the same kind of worship from Silco -- hell, he wasn't sure if the man was even capable of such notion. But still, there was something else present here even if he could not name it. Was it pity? Or maybe... empathy?
A small, almost an inaudible sound leaves from Richard's lips as Silco's words reaches to his ears. The other man did know the whole context. And how hard it would be for his mother to directly strike at him, seeing how high his position was and how much she, just like Richard himself, feared for her mortal soul. But that hadn't stopped her. There had been the case when she had attacked him and aimed for his life. If it hadn't been Buckingham and Catesby, she probably would have succeeded. And yet.. The subtle hint that provoked a daring thought that maybe there could be another reason why his mother hadn't been able to end his life.
His heart swells, the corners of his eyes burning as the tears threatened to force their way out. With his throat tight Richard found himself loss at words. So he just swallows air and tightens his embrace around Silco's frame.
No. He could not dwell on this thought or he'll fall apart.]
But.. You forgave her. [He says weakly, trying to tamper down emotions that were fighting to get a hold of him. While Richard might have poor opinion of Jinx he still respected the bond that she and Silco shared, finding it precious.] Tell.. Tell me more about the night and her confusion.
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A small, almost an inaudible sound leaves from Richard's lips as Silco's words reaches to his ears. The other man did know the whole context. And how hard it would be for his mother to directly strike at him, seeing how high his position was and how much she, just like Richard himself, feared for her mortal soul. But that hadn't stopped her. There had been the case when she had attacked him and aimed for his life. If it hadn't been Buckingham and Catesby, she probably would have succeeded. And yet.. The subtle hint that provoked a daring thought that maybe there could be another reason why his mother hadn't been able to end his life.
His heart swells, the corners of his eyes burning as the tears threatened to force their way out. With his throat tight Richard found himself loss at words. So he just swallows air and tightens his embrace around Silco's frame.
No. He could not dwell on this thought or he'll fall apart.]
But.. You forgave her. [He says weakly, trying to tamper down emotions that were fighting to get a hold of him. While Richard might have poor opinion of Jinx he still respected the bond that she and Silco shared, finding it precious.] Tell.. Tell me more about the night and her confusion.