There hadn't exactly been a possibility for them to indulge in the passions right on the spot. It had been yet another close to death experience to Richard, even if one he had been prepared to face. Despite the arrow not sinking too deep there was still the drug in his system, making him lose focus and world swirl around him as he lost the track of what was real and what was not. Richard had even seen Henry.
The memory of the spirit that had appeared in front of him in the misty forest makes Richard choke for a moment. For a brief beat his body grows cold from the inside, threatening freeze out anything on its way and make him grow numb. He almost forgets about the heat of the other body pressing on him. But it's the question that demands his attention back to the present.
"No, I--", he sighs, fingers unknowingly tightening around the knife's handle. Richard then swallows air and leans his head back forward, seeking the skin on Silco's forehead with his lips. "I stole the hope from them." And not just from the brat princes but their cunning mother. Damning the entire Woodville bloodline.
He almost didn't notice being suddenly slid off the man's lap. And honestly, it is good thing that Silco states the reason for it, no matter how brief it is, as Richard could already feel a small seeds of doubt and confusion being rooted in the back of his mind. His free hand slides from the back of Silco's neck to the front of his shirt, palm pressed flat as if he tried to keep the other man from running away. Once Silco's done with unfastening his trousers Richard doesn't waste a moment before pushing back in, leaning himself against the taller man with his neck craned up as he seeks for a kiss.
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The memory of the spirit that had appeared in front of him in the misty forest makes Richard choke for a moment. For a brief beat his body grows cold from the inside, threatening freeze out anything on its way and make him grow numb. He almost forgets about the heat of the other body pressing on him. But it's the question that demands his attention back to the present.
"No, I--", he sighs, fingers unknowingly tightening around the knife's handle. Richard then swallows air and leans his head back forward, seeking the skin on Silco's forehead with his lips. "I stole the hope from them." And not just from the brat princes but their cunning mother. Damning the entire Woodville bloodline.
He almost didn't notice being suddenly slid off the man's lap. And honestly, it is good thing that Silco states the reason for it, no matter how brief it is, as Richard could already feel a small seeds of doubt and confusion being rooted in the back of his mind. His free hand slides from the back of Silco's neck to the front of his shirt, palm pressed flat as if he tried to keep the other man from running away. Once Silco's done with unfastening his trousers Richard doesn't waste a moment before pushing back in, leaning himself against the taller man with his neck craned up as he seeks for a kiss.