[He did not and could not allow it to last long, not reasonably. He waited for Richard's arms to encircle him in return in a perfectly normal return gesture while also savouring the close contact. He closed his eye and counted to ten as he remained nestled against his lover before he slowly disentangled himself from the embrace.
He pushed his fingers through the longer strands of his hair a few times as he stepped over to gather Richard's clothing in the other hand, returning the three steps it took to be in front of his lover. He offered Richard the undershirt first.]
[There is a small hesitation, a moment of doubt and resistance in Richard when Silco pulls away, not sure whether he wants to let go or not. His fingers slide along his lover's forearm as the other pulled away -- a silent invitation for the older man to stay there for a little bit longer. But once again, Silco is right. They really ought to get started with the day, with the emotional setbacks and all.]
Nay. I told you I will be joining you for the day, didn't I? [Richard takes the offered undershirt and pulls it over himself. It has already been quite some time since he had been able to properly partake in his training and other exercise. He had lost the easy access to the nature after moving out of his previous house back to the city. And the work at the inn kept him busy enough that the moments to escape back to his usual training grounds became more and more few and rare.] A regular day clothing will do.
You did, but I expect that if you wish to train, I can take time out of my day to watch you do so. [Do not ask him to train; he had completed his penance of slave labor as a boy and a young man and wasn't interested in such activities where someone else could actually observe him doing so.
Next, he offered the binder for Richard to settled into place comfortably. He had always been told it was a personal preference when it came to that comfort, so he didn't offer to assist. He was, after all, well practiced at removing it these days. Still, it seemed that Richard would be his shadow for his activities rather than the other way around.]
As you say. We'll get you dressed, have a mug of coffee and head out then. I'll stop at the flower shop first. [He had plenty to do because drowning in work was always the best choice to ignore any particular grief.] If my leg becomes painful, we'll stay longer at one place today. Maybe the Last Drop.
[Richard accepts the binder and begins to wrap it over his body, adjusting his breasts a little so that they fit more comfortably under the compressive cloth before he begins to close the hooks. He stays quiet during the process, a resigned expression briefly visiting his face. The whole thing proceeds almost mechanically as Richard had grown used to it all those years ago. But despite that, he still felt strangely distant when touching his own body.
Back in England, both Buckingham and Catesby had assisted him with this task, making it somewhat easier for him. With such a simple act the two men managed to bring normalcy to Richard's life, quietly ensuring him that there was nothing wrong with him. It is something he would potentially wish Silco to provide him, too, but he could not bring himself to ask that of his lover.
Once the binder is in the place Richard takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulders, returning back to their conversation. ]
I could fetch Blackie, in that case. On his back you would not risk worsening the injury on your leg.
[While Richard was busy with his binder, Silco moved away the two steps necessary to pick up his own folded shirt and slipped it over each other and tugged it down over his shoulders. From a very young age, he had learned the hard way that such tasks would not be done if not be oneself, and so he had begun a path of almost hyperindependence. Now he paid people to do certain tasks for him, not because he couldn't do it himself but because he had the luxury to choose not to.
Here in this place, he had returned to relearning skills that he had otherwise neglected in his position of power. Dressing had never been one of those skills, of course. He took too much pride in his appearance, keeping his clothing and hair in a particular order that he trusted only to himself. It was a sense of control, of course.
He allowed only Richard to undress him, but the opposite was not particularly true.
His fingers moved over the buttons one by one until it was to his neck, but he paused so that he could collect the next article of clothing for Richard to don. He approached, holding out the the next shirt that would go under that leather.]
Oh, you want me to break my neck? [Riding remained a skill he had yet to learn particularly well.] I'd prefer the leg... but, if you're there, it won't be the worst experience.
[Richard watched as Silco buttoned his shirt up, a small smile returning to his lips. But this time instead of accepting the offered clothing he merely stretched his arms to his sides, expecting his lover to slide the shirt on him.]
You will not break anything if you behave. [Honestly, Silco's reaction to his horse was always so amusing.] But worry not. I'll be your knight in shining armor.
[He stared at Richard for a long moment as if trying to determine what this new posturing was for. He knew, of course, and he frowned for show even as he reached out and slid one arm hole over Richard's hand and then tugged and wrapped the material around his lover's back so he could do the same with the other arm hole. Fine, just this once.]
You need actual shiny armour then. Everything you wear is black. [He preferred his feet on solid ground, that's all. Horses were unpredictable.] You riding with me is the only way I agree. Otherwise, I walk.
[Richard merely raises a mildly amused brow at Silco, almost as if to ask him what's the matter. The man might not be a servant but he still assumed him to have some experience with this act, having raised a child on his own and all.
Once his arms are slid into the sleeves he pulls on the fabric and begins to work on the buttons. At least he's not requiring Silco's help with this task? For now that is.]
Black can shine in light just the same. [But he'd need to get a proper armor, that's for sure. Luckily he hasn't really been needing one in this world, but he does miss the sensation of iron wrapping around his body.]
If you are certain then. Do you require me to sit in front of you or will me walking alongside be enough? [How much does Silco need to be coddled?]
[His experiences were limited; by the time Jinx came to him, she was fully functioning when it came to dressing herself. Okay, so the hair needed work and styling, and he had to figure out what exactly it was that a little girl needed. He had never had to dress or undress her thankfully, not that nudity was a particular issue. They were perfectly comfortable in their own skin around each other.
Same as he was in front of Richard. He was an otherwise very private person physically and emotionally. As if to prove he could if he wanted to, he knocked Richard's hands aside so that he could button up the shirt from bottom to neck.] Why would you want it to? Black is to slip to the shadows, avoid detection and it's rather slimming.
[Of course, neither he nor Richard required material to assist them with looking slim. Both of them were lithe twigs of people.] Tell me about this armour of yours through.
[He didn't enjoy riding.] Walking beside should suffice. You don't have a problem with that, do you?
[The gentle and calculated brush on his hand does come as surprise. Silco had not always reacted positively to Richard's requests to perform tasks that would usually fall for servants, so this initiative is certainly surprising. But very much welcomed.
As one can presume, Richard did not allow this to just anyone. No soul was allowed in his quarters - aside from the two men who he trusted the most. So, that offered Silco such access to his body, in bed and outside of it, was a sign of immense trust on his part. A proof that he felt safe around the man to be his true self. And it pleased him greatly that the other man could somewhat understand why moments like these, of quiet and casual affection, meant much for him.
It made him feel cherished. Just for a moment.]
Hah. You are sounding more and more like a boogie man from children's tale. Is that why you adorn yourself in red? [He snorts an amused laughter. Once the buttons are done he slightly nods towards the trousers left in the chair.] What about it? I wear a plated armor with chainmail. Though mine is normally black and I added sharp talon-like edges to my fingers. [Now who's being dramatic about his appearances.]
[He was aware that Richard was no trusting with many to be close to him physically, least of all see the younger man in the nude or close to it. He understood that Richard considered this activity to be a type of intimacy as one might with hair brushing or massages or some other bonding experience.
The moment passed them quietly, of course. He withdrew once that shirt was buttoned, and he moved to the door of the bedroom again. He would not put on his own trousers until he had tended to his healing leg injury first, unwilling to struggle with the material or risk it being contaminated with exudate from the cleaning process.
He turned to regard his lover and the corner of his lip tugged in a hint of a smirk.] I would rather be the thing that terrifies others than allow anyone to terrify me. And no, red has always been a colour I enjoy wearing. [It was as simple as that. It also hid the blood stains better.] My, my, such drama with armour. I expect you enjoy intimidating your enemies, don't you?
[He gestured for Richard to raise his voice because Silco was going to in search of coffee and still wanted to be part of the conversation.]
Why don't you just let that horse run around in the fields? Isn't that what people do?
[He had no idea. He had never been around beasts of burden before like this.]
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He pushed his fingers through the longer strands of his hair a few times as he stepped over to gather Richard's clothing in the other hand, returning the three steps it took to be in front of his lover. He offered Richard the undershirt first.]
Would you like to train today?
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Nay. I told you I will be joining you for the day, didn't I? [Richard takes the offered undershirt and pulls it over himself. It has already been quite some time since he had been able to properly partake in his training and other exercise. He had lost the easy access to the nature after moving out of his previous house back to the city. And the work at the inn kept him busy enough that the moments to escape back to his usual training grounds became more and more few and rare.] A regular day clothing will do.
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Next, he offered the binder for Richard to settled into place comfortably. He had always been told it was a personal preference when it came to that comfort, so he didn't offer to assist. He was, after all, well practiced at removing it these days. Still, it seemed that Richard would be his shadow for his activities rather than the other way around.]
As you say. We'll get you dressed, have a mug of coffee and head out then. I'll stop at the flower shop first. [He had plenty to do because drowning in work was always the best choice to ignore any particular grief.] If my leg becomes painful, we'll stay longer at one place today. Maybe the Last Drop.
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Back in England, both Buckingham and Catesby had assisted him with this task, making it somewhat easier for him. With such a simple act the two men managed to bring normalcy to Richard's life, quietly ensuring him that there was nothing wrong with him. It is something he would potentially wish Silco to provide him, too, but he could not bring himself to ask that of his lover.
Once the binder is in the place Richard takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulders, returning back to their conversation. ]
I could fetch Blackie, in that case. On his back you would not risk worsening the injury on your leg.
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Here in this place, he had returned to relearning skills that he had otherwise neglected in his position of power. Dressing had never been one of those skills, of course. He took too much pride in his appearance, keeping his clothing and hair in a particular order that he trusted only to himself. It was a sense of control, of course.
He allowed only Richard to undress him, but the opposite was not particularly true.
His fingers moved over the buttons one by one until it was to his neck, but he paused so that he could collect the next article of clothing for Richard to don. He approached, holding out the the next shirt that would go under that leather.]
Oh, you want me to break my neck? [Riding remained a skill he had yet to learn particularly well.] I'd prefer the leg... but, if you're there, it won't be the worst experience.
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You will not break anything if you behave. [Honestly, Silco's reaction to his horse was always so amusing.] But worry not. I'll be your knight in shining armor.
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You need actual shiny armour then. Everything you wear is black. [He preferred his feet on solid ground, that's all. Horses were unpredictable.] You riding with me is the only way I agree. Otherwise, I walk.
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Once his arms are slid into the sleeves he pulls on the fabric and begins to work on the buttons. At least he's not requiring Silco's help with this task? For now that is.]
Black can shine in light just the same. [But he'd need to get a proper armor, that's for sure. Luckily he hasn't really been needing one in this world, but he does miss the sensation of iron wrapping around his body.]
If you are certain then. Do you require me to sit in front of you or will me walking alongside be enough? [How much does Silco need to be coddled?]
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Same as he was in front of Richard. He was an otherwise very private person physically and emotionally. As if to prove he could if he wanted to, he knocked Richard's hands aside so that he could button up the shirt from bottom to neck.] Why would you want it to? Black is to slip to the shadows, avoid detection and it's rather slimming.
[Of course, neither he nor Richard required material to assist them with looking slim. Both of them were lithe twigs of people.] Tell me about this armour of yours through.
[He didn't enjoy riding.] Walking beside should suffice. You don't have a problem with that, do you?
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As one can presume, Richard did not allow this to just anyone. No soul was allowed in his quarters - aside from the two men who he trusted the most. So, that offered Silco such access to his body, in bed and outside of it, was a sign of immense trust on his part. A proof that he felt safe around the man to be his true self. And it pleased him greatly that the other man could somewhat understand why moments like these, of quiet and casual affection, meant much for him.
It made him feel cherished. Just for a moment.]
Hah. You are sounding more and more like a boogie man from children's tale. Is that why you adorn yourself in red? [He snorts an amused laughter. Once the buttons are done he slightly nods towards the trousers left in the chair.] What about it? I wear a plated armor with chainmail. Though mine is normally black and I added sharp talon-like edges to my fingers. [Now who's being dramatic about his appearances.]
Of course not. Blackie needs exercise too.
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The moment passed them quietly, of course. He withdrew once that shirt was buttoned, and he moved to the door of the bedroom again. He would not put on his own trousers until he had tended to his healing leg injury first, unwilling to struggle with the material or risk it being contaminated with exudate from the cleaning process.
He turned to regard his lover and the corner of his lip tugged in a hint of a smirk.] I would rather be the thing that terrifies others than allow anyone to terrify me. And no, red has always been a colour I enjoy wearing. [It was as simple as that. It also hid the blood stains better.] My, my, such drama with armour. I expect you enjoy intimidating your enemies, don't you?
[He gestured for Richard to raise his voice because Silco was going to in search of coffee and still wanted to be part of the conversation.]
Why don't you just let that horse run around in the fields? Isn't that what people do?
[He had no idea. He had never been around beasts of burden before like this.]