[Secrets were essential for men like them. Something that they would need to safeguard with everything they had, while also collecting secrets of others around them. Such were the rules of this game that they both played in their own worlds. So it was no wonder that trust was hard-earned and rare for them, never given freely.
Both Silco and Richard had been vulnerable before the other, offering glimpses to their past and hurt -- sacrificing bits and pieces of their secrets. But never the full picture. There wasn't a moment when Richard believed that he might have figured out Silco's deal or trusted his lover to lay himself fully bare before him. And that was fine. There was still a lot that Silco didn't know about him.
Though some of that was about to be corrected tonight.
With a quiet hum, Richard withdraws away from his lover and stands back up, walking to the table to marvel at the crate once again.] My father once set out to correct the wrongs in our land. With him he brought about a great storm, like no one else had seen before. Shaking the rule of our nation. [It's the beginning of a story that Richard had told Silco so many times before. The one about his father's noble and beautiful spirit. However, this time he took it to different direction.]
After his death my eldest brother, Edward, continued the battle. He blew more wind to the storm, brought upon red clouds that would rain blood. I was there with him, of course. Fought the battles with him and retrieved the light from where it had once been stolen. I believed it to be only just. Everyone did so, too. All but one..
[Richard places his hand once again on top of the crate, carefully caressing it, eyes full of reminiscing sadness. That's right. Edward was the rightful king. No one else would dare to think otherwise. No one but one soul, the one who had always looked at Richard's direction.] The man whom you call my 'lover.' He is the only one who had the audacity to dream of something much more.
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Both Silco and Richard had been vulnerable before the other, offering glimpses to their past and hurt -- sacrificing bits and pieces of their secrets. But never the full picture. There wasn't a moment when Richard believed that he might have figured out Silco's deal or trusted his lover to lay himself fully bare before him. And that was fine. There was still a lot that Silco didn't know about him.
Though some of that was about to be corrected tonight.
With a quiet hum, Richard withdraws away from his lover and stands back up, walking to the table to marvel at the crate once again.] My father once set out to correct the wrongs in our land. With him he brought about a great storm, like no one else had seen before. Shaking the rule of our nation. [It's the beginning of a story that Richard had told Silco so many times before. The one about his father's noble and beautiful spirit. However, this time he took it to different direction.]
After his death my eldest brother, Edward, continued the battle. He blew more wind to the storm, brought upon red clouds that would rain blood. I was there with him, of course. Fought the battles with him and retrieved the light from where it had once been stolen. I believed it to be only just. Everyone did so, too. All but one..
[Richard places his hand once again on top of the crate, carefully caressing it, eyes full of reminiscing sadness. That's right. Edward was the rightful king. No one else would dare to think otherwise. No one but one soul, the one who had always looked at Richard's direction.] The man whom you call my 'lover.' He is the only one who had the audacity to dream of something much more.