[Some time had already passed since the morning when Richard had been summoned to meet the council in his dreams. Richard had, at first, merely scoffed at the idea that there was actually a man around who'd dare to judge him. 'Let them try,' he had thought, allowing his hubris to color his thoughts. There is no man who could judge him, not truly. After all, he had once made a deliberate choice to step outside of the circle of humans, embracing the darkness within him and walk his path as a demon. He followed different rules than the rest of the mankind -- accepting fully his place in hell.
The sentencing had came. Initially, Richard hadn't thought much of it. It did seem like the council was truly out of its depths when they had cast their judgement upon him. "Denounce the importance of the status and embrace your identity." Ridiculous indeed.
But then Richard woke up after the restless dream. And as he opened his eyes the first thing he saw was the crown. His father's crown. The circle of light, empty and abandoned. Now, that had offended Richard. The true meaning behind council's sentencing. They wanted him to betray his father and abandon his legacy. Well, needlessly to say he wasn't going to follow such demand.
He had his the crown in his cabinets, trusting his lover to respect his privacy enough not to snoop around the apartment uninvited. And it wasn't like they had such idle time during their meetings and shared moments -- no, their time was reserved for other activities all together.
And perhaps unsurprisingly enough, Richard had stayed quiet about the whole thing. He had not shared news about his summoning to Silco, neither had he revealed him the crown. There were so many secrets and untold stories behind Richard that he didn't even know where to begin. And, admittedly, there was the seed of the doubt in his mind taking root, one to make him question whether the older man would be able to understand the meaning of it all. Silco had scoffed and rolled his eyes at the thoughts of God and his might. He disregarded the light as unimportant and walked his own path in the darkness. While these traits and opinions were something that draw Richard towards him, keeping his intrigue up and alive, he couldn't deny that at times he found it frustrating that his lover kept failing to understand him. If Richard were to reveal the crown to the other man would he just laugh at him?
So, he had stayed quiet. And while they had continued to meet as they regularly did, there was no denying that he was even more absent minded and withdrawn that normally. Often finding himself falling into his own thoughts and memories. Joan was present, of course. Richard could see her in the shadows - but she was, also, uncharacteristically silent. He could tell that she had something on her mind but for a reason or another she couldn't voice out her thoughts. As if she was being silenced by something.
There was the sound of heavy wings hitting the air. Almost as if something was approaching.
But no matter how much Richard tried to avoid it, he couldn't ignore the side effects of his sentencing. The more he tried to ignore the council's orders, the more he could see the people eyes at him - following him and casting their pressure on him with his gazes. As if they knew the secret he was hiding.
So, when he was invited to Silco's apartment, a place that he ever so rarely could visit, he swallowed his pride and doubts. Deciding that it was the time to address the elephant in the room. Richard arrived to his lover's house later in the evening, carrying a wooden crate tugged underneath his arm. He was alone this time, Whitey choosing to spend his night elsewhere. Which suited Richard just fine, he preferred not to have distractions tonight.
Richard walks in without much of a note, just as Silco had presumed, and placed the crate on the table. The long gloved fingers run carefully on the top of it as he looked over the desk.]
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The sentencing had came. Initially, Richard hadn't thought much of it. It did seem like the council was truly out of its depths when they had cast their judgement upon him. "Denounce the importance of the status and embrace your identity." Ridiculous indeed.
But then Richard woke up after the restless dream. And as he opened his eyes the first thing he saw was the crown. His father's crown. The circle of light, empty and abandoned. Now, that had offended Richard. The true meaning behind council's sentencing. They wanted him to betray his father and abandon his legacy. Well, needlessly to say he wasn't going to follow such demand.
He had his the crown in his cabinets, trusting his lover to respect his privacy enough not to snoop around the apartment uninvited. And it wasn't like they had such idle time during their meetings and shared moments -- no, their time was reserved for other activities all together.
And perhaps unsurprisingly enough, Richard had stayed quiet about the whole thing. He had not shared news about his summoning to Silco, neither had he revealed him the crown. There were so many secrets and untold stories behind Richard that he didn't even know where to begin. And, admittedly, there was the seed of the doubt in his mind taking root, one to make him question whether the older man would be able to understand the meaning of it all. Silco had scoffed and rolled his eyes at the thoughts of God and his might. He disregarded the light as unimportant and walked his own path in the darkness. While these traits and opinions were something that draw Richard towards him, keeping his intrigue up and alive, he couldn't deny that at times he found it frustrating that his lover kept failing to understand him. If Richard were to reveal the crown to the other man would he just laugh at him?
So, he had stayed quiet. And while they had continued to meet as they regularly did, there was no denying that he was even more absent minded and withdrawn that normally. Often finding himself falling into his own thoughts and memories. Joan was present, of course. Richard could see her in the shadows - but she was, also, uncharacteristically silent. He could tell that she had something on her mind but for a reason or another she couldn't voice out her thoughts. As if she was being silenced by something.
There was the sound of heavy wings hitting the air. Almost as if something was approaching.
But no matter how much Richard tried to avoid it, he couldn't ignore the side effects of his sentencing. The more he tried to ignore the council's orders, the more he could see the people eyes at him - following him and casting their pressure on him with his gazes. As if they knew the secret he was hiding.
So, when he was invited to Silco's apartment, a place that he ever so rarely could visit, he swallowed his pride and doubts. Deciding that it was the time to address the elephant in the room. Richard arrived to his lover's house later in the evening, carrying a wooden crate tugged underneath his arm. He was alone this time, Whitey choosing to spend his night elsewhere. Which suited Richard just fine, he preferred not to have distractions tonight.
Richard walks in without much of a note, just as Silco had presumed, and placed the crate on the table. The long gloved fingers run carefully on the top of it as he looked over the desk.]
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