[Life honestly tends to take you to the most unexpected places. Such as dimly lit room in one of the apartments just outside of city. Accompanied by two of your closest associates in a strange world, one that you had come to view as your brother-in-arms and the other as your longtime lover. There had been yet another adversity within your community and all three of you had came together to discuss the future strategy.
Or that had been the caveat for this meeting.
Outside of Silco, who Richard would entrust his life with, Miller had become the person who he trusted the most in Aldrip. The trust had grown naturally as they had kept working together for the city defence, backed up by loyalty. Of course, there was still a whole vault of secrets that Richard kept tightly locked - only allowing his lover to have an access once in a while. But it had become easier to allow Miller have a peek at some of his secrets. Such as allowing him to know about the true nature of the relationship between him and Silco. And after the secret had been let out it had been much easier to act around Miller, not having to hide his affection towards his lover. Casual touching, longing gazes and even chaste kisses and such.
So, who knows. Maybe this was just natural process for them? For all three of them to be in this room with same intentions in mind. He's not sure who had made first move and suggested that they'd just get on with it but that didn't matter. All three of them were odd ones out among the Chosen. Miller with his legs, Silco with the rotten scar on his face and Richard the secret he concealed underneath the clothes.
Richard was standing in front the fireplace, listening to the brief conversation behind him as he made sure that the fire wouldn't go out on them during the evening. There's still traces of nervousness left his body but he tried to cling on to Silco's previous words of reassurance that there was no reason for him to fear. He would not face rejection tonight.
He takes deep breath through his nose and shakes the cape of his shoulders, placing it on the chair near the fireplace. He then turned around and reaches to undo the clasps on his leather coat, revealing the white under shirt beneath it.]
You two. Sit down. [Better start from somewhere right?]
[ It's funny. Miller doesn't know about natural. It's just that when you compare the relationship he's somehow managed to build with these two men to the constant ins and outs of living in a glorified experiment, their relationship still manages to be one of the most comfortable things about an entirely uncomfortable arrangement.
Considering how close he had become with the two of them, perhaps it shouldn't have surprised him so much when he learned the full extent of Richard and Silco's relationship. Call him old-fashioned; he'd readily admit to that. It's just that he never really viewed either of them as intimate sorts of people. There was that forced kissing situation they'd found themselves in, an apparent holiday joke from the simulation, but then they went without talking about it for months. No need to disrupt their camaraderie, right? Not for something so stupid. And yet he was the one who felt foolish when he realized what was happening under his nose all along...
But it's fine. It doesn't matter. Whatever they wish to do is their own personal business and there really is no reason that it should affect him or the professionalism between them. That's what Miller tells himself anyway, but he still glances away when the two of them grow close in his presence. Sometimes, he still feels the unspoken pressure from certain glances or teasing words.
This evening, there's been a strange heaviness in the air that he tamps down with a glass of liquor and then another. The feeling builds until Richard draws both of their attention, Miller's voice gone silent before the instruction leaves the man's mouth. He looks at Silco like the exchange might somehow make him understand what's happening, but seemingly not finding any clarity in it, slowly moves to the nearby chair and rests a hand on the backrest. ]
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nsfw - the old man yaoi
Or that had been the caveat for this meeting.
Outside of Silco, who Richard would entrust his life with, Miller had become the person who he trusted the most in Aldrip. The trust had grown naturally as they had kept working together for the city defence, backed up by loyalty. Of course, there was still a whole vault of secrets that Richard kept tightly locked - only allowing his lover to have an access once in a while. But it had become easier to allow Miller have a peek at some of his secrets. Such as allowing him to know about the true nature of the relationship between him and Silco. And after the secret had been let out it had been much easier to act around Miller, not having to hide his affection towards his lover. Casual touching, longing gazes and even chaste kisses and such.
So, who knows. Maybe this was just natural process for them? For all three of them to be in this room with same intentions in mind. He's not sure who had made first move and suggested that they'd just get on with it but that didn't matter. All three of them were odd ones out among the Chosen. Miller with his legs, Silco with the rotten scar on his face and Richard the secret he concealed underneath the clothes.
Richard was standing in front the fireplace, listening to the brief conversation behind him as he made sure that the fire wouldn't go out on them during the evening. There's still traces of nervousness left his body but he tried to cling on to Silco's previous words of reassurance that there was no reason for him to fear. He would not face rejection tonight.
He takes deep breath through his nose and shakes the cape of his shoulders, placing it on the chair near the fireplace. He then turned around and reaches to undo the clasps on his leather coat, revealing the white under shirt beneath it.]
You two. Sit down. [Better start from somewhere right?]
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Considering how close he had become with the two of them, perhaps it shouldn't have surprised him so much when he learned the full extent of Richard and Silco's relationship. Call him old-fashioned; he'd readily admit to that. It's just that he never really viewed either of them as intimate sorts of people. There was that forced kissing situation they'd found themselves in, an apparent holiday joke from the simulation, but then they went without talking about it for months. No need to disrupt their camaraderie, right? Not for something so stupid. And yet he was the one who felt foolish when he realized what was happening under his nose all along...
But it's fine. It doesn't matter. Whatever they wish to do is their own personal business and there really is no reason that it should affect him or the professionalism between them. That's what Miller tells himself anyway, but he still glances away when the two of them grow close in his presence. Sometimes, he still feels the unspoken pressure from certain glances or teasing words.
This evening, there's been a strange heaviness in the air that he tamps down with a glass of liquor and then another. The feeling builds until Richard draws both of their attention, Miller's voice gone silent before the instruction leaves the man's mouth. He looks at Silco like the exchange might somehow make him understand what's happening, but seemingly not finding any clarity in it, slowly moves to the nearby chair and rests a hand on the backrest. ]
Is everything alright?