[A cautious man had sworn off of such dangers, of forming connections, of letting someone so close. He was deeply wounded even now, regardless of all those monologues and biting commentary of his own rebirth, of becoming what everyone feared, of never allowing anyone so close to him that he might suffer a similar fate.
Yet, he had. History had repeated itself on its tilted axis. It always did.
The multiples of betrayals layered over each other, building up to the man that he was now. From his parents to the orphanage to the gang to the mines to Vander to the Chem-Barons to Jinx. He had needed all of them to rise and fall in equal parts, and now he was back on the same path that he swore off of. The desire for connection and understanding was not one that he could kick as easily as he liked to believe, and the previous deep lonely anger had choked him until he spat it up and now... Richard slotted into that deep black empty hole and filled it.
And Silco allowed it. He shouldn't. He knew how this would end, but he was willing to overlook the inevitability.
The kiss was like a promise between them, a pact for the path that they had chosen to walk together. He tasted blood, let it coat his lips, let Richard's tongue beyond the threshold of his lips and a soft sighing moan escaped him in response. It was done; the deal was struck, the commitment made. Betrayal was down the line for them, but perhaps they could stave it off for a bit of time.
He kissed Richard's lips between sentences, just a peck, just a small interruption that did not disrupt the monologue. He appreciated the stroking of his ego, feeling seen and heard and accepted even momentarily.]
I see you, Richard. I will elevate you, support you and let no one bring you down. [The corner of his lip twitched upwards.] Your enemies will be my enemies. Your goals will be mine. This place will be our kingdom.
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Yet, he had. History had repeated itself on its tilted axis. It always did.
The multiples of betrayals layered over each other, building up to the man that he was now. From his parents to the orphanage to the gang to the mines to Vander to the Chem-Barons to Jinx. He had needed all of them to rise and fall in equal parts, and now he was back on the same path that he swore off of. The desire for connection and understanding was not one that he could kick as easily as he liked to believe, and the previous deep lonely anger had choked him until he spat it up and now... Richard slotted into that deep black empty hole and filled it.
And Silco allowed it. He shouldn't. He knew how this would end, but he was willing to overlook the inevitability.
The kiss was like a promise between them, a pact for the path that they had chosen to walk together. He tasted blood, let it coat his lips, let Richard's tongue beyond the threshold of his lips and a soft sighing moan escaped him in response. It was done; the deal was struck, the commitment made. Betrayal was down the line for them, but perhaps they could stave it off for a bit of time.
He kissed Richard's lips between sentences, just a peck, just a small interruption that did not disrupt the monologue. He appreciated the stroking of his ego, feeling seen and heard and accepted even momentarily.]
I see you, Richard. I will elevate you, support you and let no one bring you down. [The corner of his lip twitched upwards.] Your enemies will be my enemies. Your goals will be mine. This place will be our kingdom.