[The burnt fingers curl around Silco's hand, gently pulling him closer. And even when they're both standing before the crate Richard doesn't move immediately to open it. Instead he takes a quiet moment to sort out his feelings, running the healthy palm over the top of the wood.
Richard had shared vulnerable moments and secrets to Silco before. Opening his body to the other man, telling him about the forest where his mother left him, Joan and the tale of his father's death. And yet this made him feel the most raw and defenseless around the man, as if he was just about to let his lover in the most guarded secret of the world. And maybe in a way he was. Everything he had done, everything that he was - they all cultivated into this sole object.
There's soft-spoken sorrow in Richard as he finally twisted the small metallic lock on the crate, opening the lid. At first, they can only see a dark blue cloth. Richard reaches to pull it aside and.
There it was. ]
.. My father's crown. [Richard whispers as he looks at the golden headpiece in front of them. The circle of light, the key to paradise. Of which bards and poets would sing about. What his father had died for.
However, the sorrow in him is quickly placed with anger. It twists his expression into a hateful grimace, making him to bare his teeth. No matter how much he looked at it he simply could not see the light. There was no divine within the crown presented to him, only emptiness. The sheer mockery, one that he would liken to blasphemy and crime, made his blood boil. Oh, how he wished to take up his weapons, and slaughter every living creature in this world, tear it all apart until he found the cursed ai.]
The council wants me to set it aside. They want me to refuse my father's legacy! [The words are hissed out between his teeth. Clearly Silco ought to understand why Richard can't comply with the request ]
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Richard had shared vulnerable moments and secrets to Silco before. Opening his body to the other man, telling him about the forest where his mother left him, Joan and the tale of his father's death. And yet this made him feel the most raw and defenseless around the man, as if he was just about to let his lover in the most guarded secret of the world. And maybe in a way he was. Everything he had done, everything that he was - they all cultivated into this sole object.
There's soft-spoken sorrow in Richard as he finally twisted the small metallic lock on the crate, opening the lid. At first, they can only see a dark blue cloth. Richard reaches to pull it aside and.
There it was. ]
.. My father's crown. [Richard whispers as he looks at the golden headpiece in front of them. The circle of light, the key to paradise. Of which bards and poets would sing about. What his father had died for.
However, the sorrow in him is quickly placed with anger. It twists his expression into a hateful grimace, making him to bare his teeth. No matter how much he looked at it he simply could not see the light. There was no divine within the crown presented to him, only emptiness. The sheer mockery, one that he would liken to blasphemy and crime, made his blood boil. Oh, how he wished to take up his weapons, and slaughter every living creature in this world, tear it all apart until he found the cursed ai.]
The council wants me to set it aside. They want me to refuse my father's legacy! [The words are hissed out between his teeth. Clearly Silco ought to understand why Richard can't comply with the request ]