expiationlogs | Now I'm Trapped Within Your Walls

[Sara please, you are such weapon virgin in Richard's eyes. A part of him would even like to see the king with a weapon in a hand. Both to see just what his skill-level truly is, and partly because he feel like that with some training Saralegui could potentially resemble the heroes from the tales of his childhood.

Richard's expression matches Sara's as he glances at his way, before turning around the corner at the docks. They're getting closer to the merchant where he was looking for.]

I would be honored if your grace would find use for my wisdom. But, ah, as we have stated here. I am nothing but a brute, knowing nothing but bloodshed and fighting.

[Oh, he likes the sass as long as it's playful and not at his expense. Saralegui's smirk grows a bit and he glances away, pretending to be interested in the scenery of the docks.]

There's nothing wrong with knowing your strengths.

Of course not. [He replies, the feigned politeness present in his demeanor.] I am glad that my particular set of strengths have come in handy when it comes to supporting living in this strange city, where I have no lands nor title. I can't wait for your highness to strive and make the much needed difference in here. Who know, maybe you'll even be able to negotiate the peace between the council and us The Chosen.

[Haha, as if. Anyway, Richard spots the merchant he was looking for and guides the sheep towards the man. It seems like the sheep could tell that its' end was nearing, as it tried to pull back on the leash. But Richard's not having a moment of it and tugs the leash more harshly, forcing the poor thing to follow thing to follow him.

The exchange doesn't take too long from them. In less than ten minutes the sheep has already changed the ownership and Richard finds his coin purse nice and heavy.]

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[Saralegui's smile shrinks by a few molars again. Whether that was an intentional jab or not, it feels like one to him, and that sparks the frustration in his gut alight.

But he keeps a straight face, stepping back a bit to allow Richard his space to make the sale of the bizarre not-sheep. He does find himself mildly...impressed? No, he's not impressed by the simple act of selling a fucking sheep. But he is begrudgingly envious that the person who seems to come from the most similar situation to his own can adapt so easily. He always thought of himself as adaptable, but so far out of his element, he's discovering that his range is more limited than he'd realized.

Saralegui is pensively quiet throughout the sale, eyes narrowed, but his chin remains held high, and only when Richard turns away from the merchant does he speak again.]

...Perhaps I will. I've been hoping to speak to this "Council" anyway.

[Oh, it had absolutely been intentional snide and jab at the young king. Richard, himself, had always found nobles like him who'd hide themselves in silken sheets of the majestic box, rather than 'lower' themselves to sleep under the stars and on hard floor in the woods. A lot of people would rather allow others do the fighting, not daring to put themselves out there in the risk. And unfortunately, Saralegui, with his smooth skin and beautiful features - the body not hardened by the horrors of the battlefield, did fit that description.

However, Richard could still appreciate the younger man. Because it did seem that he was the only person that he could somewhat relate to in this strange world. Despite how it might look like to Saralegui he, too, was struggling a quite bit in Aldrip. There was still so many unknown things to him, and just when he thought he managed to understand one aspect of the culture there was another shock waiting for him, making him feel out of the place. He had managed to find a way to get by, yes. But it was unfulfilling, leaving his soul cold and unmoving under the frustration. It wasn't living, not really.]

I have heard things about of them from an acquaintance. If he is to believed it seems like that getting an audience with them is near impossible, unless you manage to gain their attention first.

[That draws a soft chuckle out of him and he shrugs, the picture of humility.]

Well, I've been told I'm good at grabbing attention. Perhaps I'll have more luck than others? From what I've seen of the people here, I don't imagine most have gone about it with the most delicate approach...

[ listen he's heard some shit about bombings and whatnot and already thinks most of the chosen are stupid and/or lunatics ]

As any king ought to be. [While Richard is not all that caught up by the history of the Aldrip, he still agrees with the statement. So far it seems like that they truly are under a rule of a greater power, be it god or demon, and ignorant to the rules of the world. There are times for drastic, direct actions but as long as they are held in the darkness, the more subtle and careful actions might just be in order.]

Are you not going to repent?

[Saralegui's brows arch up slightly and he gives Richard's a bemused look as they move away from the sheep-buyer, surprised but good-humored.]

I haven't done anything to repent for. Do you really believe all that? I've heard people say they were charged with crimes they've never done, or things that aren't even actually crimes.

[Not that he's so naive as to believe no one would lie about not having done what they were charged with. Hell, he knows he himself isn't exactly being truthful here. But even if some things he's done have been morally questionable, he doesn't regret them a bit, and it'd clash with his intended image anyway if he were to just admit to having done shady shit.]

There is no man untouched by the crime of sin.

[It's simple as that. Richard, after all, was definitely guilty of the crime he was accused of. No questions there. But similarly to Saralegui, he simply refuses to bend down and apologize. Let them try and punish him all they want. Because in the end there was no power high enough to be able to judge him for the crime. Not this council or the God. Not as long as the noble blood of York run through his veins.]

Or are you claiming to be so holy that no darkness has ever touched your soul?

[Saralegui resists the urge to roll his eyes, instead plastering on an acceptably pleasant smile.]

I'm certainly not perfect. But if the ordinary sins every person commits in their lifetime are enough to land them here, then shouldn't every person from every world be here? I don't think I've done anything so egregious to warrant all this.

[Hm.

Yeah no. Richard doesn't believe that. Saralegui is a king, after all. And that comes with its own crimes and burdens, something that an 'ordinary man' is untouched by. The young king may have rejected the idea of fighting, but still admitted to a bloodshed. All natural and expected part of the crown.]

Maybe it's a plot against your kingdom, then? [He sneers.]

[He doesn't miss the sneer, but Saralegui just shrugs it off, responding instead with an amused little smirk.]

It'd be quite the plot if that were true. If someone had that much power, then you'd think they'd handle things more directly than otherworldly kidnapping and then all this fuss over repenting for sins.

Now I'm Trapped Within Your Walls

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i didn't get a notif for this ; ;

homophobia at play here, i see

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