[It is truly only so often that one can find another soul who understands the necessity of having to sacrifice part of your body. Someone else who's resolve is strong enough to carry both the physical and mental toll it takes on them. And yet, not regretting the choice behind it, willing to do it again if the situation were to call for it. So far Silco had given vague reasons for his own mutilation, something about betrayal of sorts, but something told Richard that the other man would not hesitate to repeat it if it meant that he could reach the heights he had. At least that was the case for Richard.
Richard presses his forehead against Silco's front, burying his face into the column of the older man's neck. There is something very calming in feeling the other man's heartbeat against his own chest and the faint breeze of breath on ear. They smooth the ripples caused by anxiety, quieting down the trepidation of his own rapid heartbeat. The kiss against his temple does cause him lose the tension from his body, relaxing against Silco.
He might not be out of the wooden maze yet, he never was, but the tight embrace that caged him against the cool tile walls did create a small bubble just for them -- keeping Richard away from the nightmares.
He almost didn't want to let go, preferring to stay in this comforting darkness with the other. That is, of course, until Silco's another revelation forced his attention back to the present, drawing his attention to the shower that he had nearly forgotten about. The calmness in him is short-lived as the mention of his initial death is brought up. His chest tightens all of the sudden, making his stomach drop. Hesitantly, Richard lifts chin, unsure eyes looking up at the other man.
Why? Why did this drag out such strong reaction out of him? Richard already knew that Silco had died in his own world. And he had assumed that the bullet wounds were part of that story. So, why did this shook him so?]
Aye. Let us move. [He whispers and dibs his head down to press a gentle kiss on the upper wound.] I shall listen to and carry whatever darkness you have to share.
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Richard presses his forehead against Silco's front, burying his face into the column of the older man's neck. There is something very calming in feeling the other man's heartbeat against his own chest and the faint breeze of breath on ear. They smooth the ripples caused by anxiety, quieting down the trepidation of his own rapid heartbeat. The kiss against his temple does cause him lose the tension from his body, relaxing against Silco.
He might not be out of the wooden maze yet, he never was, but the tight embrace that caged him against the cool tile walls did create a small bubble just for them -- keeping Richard away from the nightmares.
He almost didn't want to let go, preferring to stay in this comforting darkness with the other. That is, of course, until Silco's another revelation forced his attention back to the present, drawing his attention to the shower that he had nearly forgotten about. The calmness in him is short-lived as the mention of his initial death is brought up. His chest tightens all of the sudden, making his stomach drop. Hesitantly, Richard lifts chin, unsure eyes looking up at the other man.
Why? Why did this drag out such strong reaction out of him? Richard already knew that Silco had died in his own world. And he had assumed that the bullet wounds were part of that story. So, why did this shook him so?]
Aye. Let us move. [He whispers and dibs his head down to press a gentle kiss on the upper wound.] I shall listen to and carry whatever darkness you have to share.