[Anyone who had to endure scars as extensive as this was someone he didn't mind being around; they understood the pain and suffering of that kind of healing and it was not something that could be explained. Pain on that level had to be experienced. Scars told a story about what someone endured, some good, some bad, some accidental or some purposeful. This arm fit in well with the other mismatch of Richard's body, and if anything he found it even more endearing to touch. Much like how his facial scarring defined him; Richard's arm could define the younger man.
The sound of water hitting them and the floor hid the sound that Richard made regardless of how close his ear was. He did feel the slightly shift of air against his shoulder of course, but as there were no words to follow and instead arms tightening around him, he could understand. He wondered if anyone had discussed such things with Richard before. He then wondered if the younger man would be open to, a slow pondering of the antics of those who wished them harm and ruin.
He turned his face so he could kiss Richard's temple in response, staying physically close for the time being.]
My daughter... yes. [He left the words hanging there. Truth be told, it was easy to forgive Jinx for that incident. Vander was another story, a painful one where a part of him had forgiven the other man and another part relished giving back just a fraction of the pain and suffering that he had endured. A story for another time perhaps.]
You want to hear about the night that I died, do you? We'll surely run out of hot water before that tale comes to a close. Come, let's get out of the shower, and I will provide the abridged version. Or would you prefer to stay for it?
[He never denied enjoying stories and speeches, of course. This was very... personal, laying bare one of his many secrets.]
Just to preface, I was tied to a chair and gagged for most of it.
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The sound of water hitting them and the floor hid the sound that Richard made regardless of how close his ear was. He did feel the slightly shift of air against his shoulder of course, but as there were no words to follow and instead arms tightening around him, he could understand. He wondered if anyone had discussed such things with Richard before. He then wondered if the younger man would be open to, a slow pondering of the antics of those who wished them harm and ruin.
He turned his face so he could kiss Richard's temple in response, staying physically close for the time being.]
My daughter... yes. [He left the words hanging there. Truth be told, it was easy to forgive Jinx for that incident. Vander was another story, a painful one where a part of him had forgiven the other man and another part relished giving back just a fraction of the pain and suffering that he had endured. A story for another time perhaps.]
You want to hear about the night that I died, do you? We'll surely run out of hot water before that tale comes to a close. Come, let's get out of the shower, and I will provide the abridged version. Or would you prefer to stay for it?
[He never denied enjoying stories and speeches, of course. This was very... personal, laying bare one of his many secrets.]
Just to preface, I was tied to a chair and gagged for most of it.