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[Betrayal stung. It was a fact of life that it shaped their lives regardless of where they came from or who they associated with. He didn't particularly want to bring up the reason for it or the person who had been so important that abandonment had stung and wounded him that deeply. He had mostly gotten over it by now, of course, but he understood the pain of that, especially when Jinx had come into his life.

He had ached for Vander to admit he was right. He had desired the other man to join him in taking it to Piltover together as they had discussed all those years ago. Instead, he had been left empty for both of those, and found a shivering crying child who had suffered a similar rejection that how could he not see himself in her?

His arms tightened as a little embrace from where they were fixed around his lover's waist, and he was staring off across the room as he felt Richard nestled further into his embrace. However, he snorted in amusement at the statement, rolling his eyes. It was true but also ridiculous.]

But should it be? If being a man comes down to a single climax into a woman, we should be rethinking our standards of maleness. [He had never sired a child, and he never had any intention of it, not even when he was young and could consider the value of a family. After all, his own background soured him to the notion; was his father truly a man for paying his mother for sex and happening to hit the mark? So illogical.

He lifted his chin a little from Richard's shoulder so he could turn his gaze on his lover. He supposed that question hadn't come out of the blue entirely, given the current topic of conversation.] I like both. I'm bisexual. [He tipped his temple to rest on Richard's again.] Hence why I say you are the best of both worlds. [A beat.] Do you have a preference between male and female?

[It was ridiculous, especially when put in words like that. But Richard had never really thought to challenge the thought before, just assuming it to be right as he went along with the currents of the world, acting the role he had been given in the society.] My brothers never did as much as scoff at my appearance, despite falling short on the standards of manhood. Nay, his Majesty believed that the measure of a man was not decided by the size of his muscles, but by the approval of women and strength of his seed.

[Something that he had found equally ridiculous at the time, believing himself that the manhood was proved by the strength of his blade. George, as usual, hadn't had much to say - escaping to his drink. Richard's stance on the matter hadn't changed. Man who didn't fight was no man at all.

Feeling the subtle shift in the body behind him, Richard slowly opened his eyes, peeking underneath his long lashes. There was that word again. "Bisexual". Richard had seen it thrown around the network. It had been also used by AI to describe him in that bizarre person catalogue. So, that's what it meant. And well, to be frank, it didn't surprise him the least that Silco was one to embrace sin and sodomy. But he had assumed that there was something specific he was looking for when laying with him.]

No. I.. I have never thought about it. [Which was true. Richard could find women beautiful and men handsome - but there had always been very little attraction on his part. The people he preferred were those who he could be himself with.]

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[Silco audibly scoffed at the ideas of 'his betters' sitting upon a throne in some place no one reasonably cared about preaching about things that one might have the liberty to at the cost of everyone downhill from that position. Of course, he would have opinions, but he wisely decided not to voice them all that much at this point in time.] Well then, I suppose I fall very far below his standards. Fitting given I doubt his majesty would never give me a second look to start with.

[And that was just as well too. He was far better at stabbing the rich in the back or taking his own personal wars to them by any means necessary. He remained there still holding Richard, and he found himself wondering what Richard's version of manhood was. The younger man expressed others opinions after all, likely based around society's expectations.]

What do you consider a good measure of a man then?

[He hummed softly, not surprised that Richard hadn't considered a preference. He supposed when one spent that long hiding themselves away and going silent to having an overt opinion at times on top of a seemingly conservative repressed society, determining one's sexual preferences was high on the list of priorities.]

You seem the type to care less about one's sex and more about intellectual or someone that makes you feel comfortable. Am I at all close?

I am not too sure about that. As long as you have what he wants I could see him thinking of you favorably.

[That being women and wine, of course. As the owner of such establishment as The Last Drop, which worked as a nest of debauchery, he could see both of his brothers want to keep Silco close to them. But Richard had to admit to himself that he found the thought of Silco meeting his family amusing. The man would no doubt absolutely loath them, but would be smart enough not to show his claws - at least not until he had milked them dry. But then again, despite the fall from grace, neither of his brothers were that naive. It would be interesting to follow the three of them play around each other. Of course it would also put him in a hard place where loyalties go. But he has to admit that he misses such thrill.

There's a small pause as Richard thinks over Silco's question, trying to figure out his answer. There is, of course, a correct answer to be given here. A true man's worth is measured by his words, actions and strength of his soul -- how good and honest he is. But Richard didn't care for such things. It wasn't like he was one.]

...Such matters do not interest a demon like me. Whatever ever the true measure of a man or a woman is has nothing to do with me.

[His free hand moves to grab on Silco's wrist, the long fingers curling around it securely. It's just like the other man had said, such arbitrary standards set by society were nothing but chains. Something that he had once already set out to break when he had decided to grasp for the light.]

I suppose you are right. Are you worried about my attraction to you?

Is that so? Everyone has a price, and almost everyone can be bought. I expect your family would be much the same.

[There was always something to be tempted by, and if one didn't have the focus, they could lose themselves in that pull to whatever it was that each individual desired. It was generally base wants and needs. Perhaps he could put a King under his thumb eventually, though he doubted that would happen. However, it was foolish to think that one made it that high and didn't have methods to remain in power.

He snorted and pulled Richard back against him harder, turning his face to kiss the younger man's neck. That was the most avoidant answer he had heard in awhile, and yet, it was so totally Richard that he actually found it endearing on some level.]

Your evasion is endearing, as always. Though, I suppose it doesn't matter in the long wrong. Neither one of us measure up to society's standards, and that is better. We are who we are, and it provides us both an edge if people are so bound by foolishness.

[He gave up his wrist to Richard without a fight, though he did gently nudge them forward with his hips so they could move further into the house yet remained close to one another. Soon they would have to dress... or perhaps not.]

Not particularly. You've had plenty of opportunity to walk away to bask in far more physically attractive and younger people than I, and yet here you remain. I must be doing something right to hold your attention.

There is no soul that is above temptation. All you need to do is figure out what their poison is. [The meeting with Bishop of Ely had taught him that. Even the servant of God was weak to the bribe when the right dish was placed in front of him. And well, in this holy man's case it was body of a girlish man. And his brothers were easier to figure out than that. If Silco played his cards right he would no doubt have people like Edward and George securely in his pocket.

The brush of lips against his neck brings goosebumps to his skin, sending shivers briefly down his back. Richard turns his head to side to take a look at the man behind him, giving him a puzzled look. He's not entirely sure what of his behavior is so 'endearing' to the other man.

The implication that there'd be others who Richard would seek out for the intimacy makes him scoff. As if there would even be someone else who'd even want to touch someone like him. No. Only another monster that lives in darkness could truly accept him and his ugliness.]

You are letting your own feelings to cloud your judgement, Silco. [Well. If the man had made one thing clear it was that he was, for reason or another, attracted to Richard. While his lover was not necessarily the most beautiful or handsome out there, but he did not doubt that he couldn't find himself someone else to stand by his side. A real man or a woman.

His fingers caressed the bare skin on Silco's wrist idly, turning to look up at the light shining from the windows, piercing through the forest of his mind.]

It seems like we are being betrayed by the morning.

It is true. We all have our weaknesses. [Neither he nor Richard were immune to it as well, and he knew that both of them had to be on guard for malefactors who would make a play against one or both of them at some point. He had no doubt both of them were not above using such tactics on other Chosen and the natives here whenever it suited them.

He hummed, not certain that Richard's assessment was accurate. The younger man came from a heavily repressed society, or perhaps his was so intermixed with both different species but also people who could be whoever or whatever they wanted.] I don't believe so. You underestimate your attraction to others, I expect.

[He nodded his head, leaving his wrist to Richard's fingers.]

Indeed. No doubt you have matters to attend to.

[Richard is not sure how much he would agree with that. There was not much in the world that would appeal to him enough to make him lose his focus anymore. His one true desire was the light, the overwhelming and ultimate power that came with it. And there was nothing he wouldn't sacrifice for his desire, not allowing himself to be led astray no more. He was not foolish to hope anymore.

Men were weak to the temptation, but what about demons?]

They might be fooled by exterior, yes. But once they see what is inside they will run and despair. [He had seen it happen enough of times. His body was one that not even a prostitute would want to touch.

The morning rays burned away the dark cloth of the night, bringing their bodies into the light. He has matters to attend, doesn't he. Just as Silco does. Time to put an end to the little world of theirs for now.

Letting go of Silco's wrist Richard reaches to touch his lovers face.]

As do you. [Then, despite not wanting it, Richard pulls himself free from the embrace and walks towards the bedroom.] Come. Let us dress. Your daughter must be waiting for your return.

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[Perhaps no truer words had been spoken by his lover. He made a soft noise of agreement, reminded again what had brought them together in the first place. A curiosity of two terrible people in each other that others would not dare delving that deep with. Yet, this body with all of its uniqueness paired with Richard's hints of ambition and similar traumas were deeply attractive to him.

So much so that he curled his arms around the younger man one last time for a brief squeeze. No one could pull in a monster quite like another, it seemed. Perhaps even their goals might align someday and wouldn't that just be a treat?]

I won't. I see you, and it doesn't frighten or discourage me. [He slowly dropped his arms away again.] Of course, running has never been an activity I enjoy, and despair is something I actively avoid.

[He leaned into the touch to his face, enjoying the fleeting contact. Richard was now the only one he would allow to touch him like this. Would it become a weakness that he would pay for? Only time would tell.

He followed his lover to the bedroom where his folded clothing awaited.]

Of course. She will potentially need to have another go at me this morning. No matter, I will deal with it. [Because it was his responsibility, and he didn't shy from it.] We keep things as they are between us and myself with her. I'll come by tonight once I've concluded my business.

[They both needed that.]

[Arms tightening around his slender frame feels good. There's something very comforting in being held like this, the strength of the other man wrapping him into a protective embrace - shielding him from the dark voices that would seek out to drag him into their world. There's a soft, warm feeling blooming in Richard's chest and he feels his mood improving.]

One of these days I shall give you a good run. [He says, hint of amusement sneaking into his voice. There's even a small ghost of a smile on his lips when he turns to look at Silco, hand caressing the injured side of his face.

When he finally steps away from the other man, Richard expects to be met with instant coldness now that there is no longer warmth of skin against his own. But surprisingly? He is just fine as he walks towards his room. It seems like that the terrors of the night have retreated for now. When he's at the door Richard turns to look over his shoulder, gaze landing on Silco who was only few steps behind him.

His lover. Maybe finally someone who he could truly place his trust on. Someone who will have his back on a upside-down world like this -- and who'll keep all the ghosts and demons away.

He extends his hand out, reaching out to pull Silco into the bedroom with him.]

Please don't. I try to run as little as possible. [He wasn't certain how serious to take the suggestion either, as he thought that Richard would wish to punish him with some form of exercise beyond their usual intimate activities.

He let Richard go, adjusting the towel around his waist as he pulled his thoughts away from the day stretching out ahead. It would be long, but he had something to look forward to aside from long-term planning of his eventual control of the city. He looked up and spied Richard's hand extended towards him.

Hmm, something to look forward to indeed.

He took that hand and didn't fight entering the bedroom. They had a day to maneuver through.]

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