There is no soul that is above temptation. All you need to do is figure out what their poison is. [The meeting with Bishop of Ely had taught him that. Even the servant of God was weak to the bribe when the right dish was placed in front of him. And well, in this holy man's case it was body of a girlish man. And his brothers were easier to figure out than that. If Silco played his cards right he would no doubt have people like Edward and George securely in his pocket.

The brush of lips against his neck brings goosebumps to his skin, sending shivers briefly down his back. Richard turns his head to side to take a look at the man behind him, giving him a puzzled look. He's not entirely sure what of his behavior is so 'endearing' to the other man.

The implication that there'd be others who Richard would seek out for the intimacy makes him scoff. As if there would even be someone else who'd even want to touch someone like him. No. Only another monster that lives in darkness could truly accept him and his ugliness.]

You are letting your own feelings to cloud your judgement, Silco. [Well. If the man had made one thing clear it was that he was, for reason or another, attracted to Richard. While his lover was not necessarily the most beautiful or handsome out there, but he did not doubt that he couldn't find himself someone else to stand by his side. A real man or a woman.

His fingers caressed the bare skin on Silco's wrist idly, turning to look up at the light shining from the windows, piercing through the forest of his mind.]

It seems like we are being betrayed by the morning.