[Silco was right, of course. It was foolish to ask from the man about the workings of his kingmaker, especially when they had never met. It just happened that more often than not, his lover tended to remind Richard of the one left behind at his come. There had been so many times when he could hear the older man speaking Buckingham's words at him, looking at him with similar intensity within that damaged gaze.
But they were not the same. And in the end Silco held more differences than similarities with Richard's other half. It was something he knew, of course. But during a moment of a weakness he could lose the sign of that.]
I once asked him. He did not answer me. [It had been the first time Richard had ever seen the other man lost at words. But, just like with everything, he had accepted it. Once his own forbidden desires and lust had been forced out in the daylight Richard had simply nodded and followed Buckingham's plan, only once voicing out the questions lingering in his mind: Why.
Richard then turns his softened gaze at Silco and extends his injured hand out to him towards the couch.]
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But they were not the same. And in the end Silco held more differences than similarities with Richard's other half. It was something he knew, of course. But during a moment of a weakness he could lose the sign of that.]
I once asked him. He did not answer me. [It had been the first time Richard had ever seen the other man lost at words. But, just like with everything, he had accepted it. Once his own forbidden desires and lust had been forced out in the daylight Richard had simply nodded and followed Buckingham's plan, only once voicing out the questions lingering in his mind: Why.
Richard then turns his softened gaze at Silco and extends his injured hand out to him towards the couch.]
Come and see.