[The tone, despite all of the pretenses, has been rather light and conversational so far, hasn't it. Both of them know better than to trust one another here, holding the cards closely to their chests. It resembles the polite dance that Richard was used to perform with the other nobles, smiling and deceiving.
That is at least until the other man gives out his assessment of his person. It's so... casual, uncaring of the accusation and judgement behind it. Honestly, any other person would probably just take it as poor joke. But Richard? Yeah no.
His companion might just have stabbed him in the back, because that is what it feels like when the words slip past his lips. His entire body tenses up, breath freezing up in his lungs. The barbs of the vines are coiling around his throat, digging into his muscles. Eyes wide as plate, he casts a distressed and almost fearful look. He's almost expecting the other person to fade into darkness with a set of laughter.
Honestly? There would be some comfort if this one turned out to be Joan in another form. But no such luck for poor Richard.
'Why are you so afraid? Aren't you already in light.' He could imagine Buckingham say something along those words. But his other half is not here, no one to guide him or hold him through these nightmares. He's all alone again. Just like back in the woods.]
...That is not something to jest around so lightly, sir. [He speaks eventually, voice strained and too distant for his own ears. And of course, since this is Richard he is already reaching for his sword.]
oh no not the big D
That is at least until the other man gives out his assessment of his person. It's so... casual, uncaring of the accusation and judgement behind it. Honestly, any other person would probably just take it as poor joke. But Richard? Yeah no.
His companion might just have stabbed him in the back, because that is what it feels like when the words slip past his lips. His entire body tenses up, breath freezing up in his lungs. The barbs of the vines are coiling around his throat, digging into his muscles. Eyes wide as plate, he casts a distressed and almost fearful look. He's almost expecting the other person to fade into darkness with a set of laughter.
Honestly? There would be some comfort if this one turned out to be Joan in another form. But no such luck for poor Richard.
'Why are you so afraid? Aren't you already in light.' He could imagine Buckingham say something along those words. But his other half is not here, no one to guide him or hold him through these nightmares. He's all alone again. Just like back in the woods.]
...That is not something to jest around so lightly, sir. [He speaks eventually, voice strained and too distant for his own ears. And of course, since this is Richard he is already reaching for his sword.]