traumaticus: ghosthotel @ plurk (I cry out to the Lord)
Richard ([personal profile] traumaticus) wrote in [community profile] expiationlogs 2024-11-29 12:11 pm (UTC)

[On the contrary, Richard would argue that it is not okay. The anger was hardly new feeling for him, having spend majority of his life repressing the burning flames of his soul, but what made his current state so frustrating and unbearable was that it did not make sense. He could not even tell what he was angry with.

'Were you frightened you might lose me?' His lovers words from the moments prior echo in his mind as Silco leans forward, pressing in for a brief yet crucial contact. Closing his eyes, Richard stays still and does not make move to reciprocate the gesture but neither does he deny it. The nasty implication behind Silco's words feels like a burning sting against his chest.

Since when he had been foolish enough to let the despair to make its nest in his heart?

A moment passes and Richard inhales air deep through his nose and takes a step back.]


Do not talk to me like I am a child. [He says, tampering down the any pesky feelings that might try to escape from their cage. No, he can't allow them to surface any more than this. Especially since they were still in danger's clutches.

Richard moves to pick up the jacket he had disregarded earlier and pulls it on, ignoring the fact that the leather will most likely chafe against his skin.]
Be honest. How far will you be able to make it in that condition?

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