[The words felt like fire in his ears, and while it warmed his blood for a moment, that warmth was quickly cooled like molten steel to water. Yet, just as the steel had been beaten to form, the shape of those words were in his mind even as Mythos freed himself and walked away. Silence is his response, wistful darkened eyes his follow through.
The cold of his absent just as chilling as the cold the shadow has ever gifted him, and this he knows better than most. Still, the ghost of warmth feeds the longing, feeds that yawning gape within him, and as his grey eyes watch Mythos as he walks away, his own arousal does not flag as much as it might have otherwise.
Much as the metaphorical steel, he too is hard.
An unfortunate and troublesome state, something truly beneath one such as him, but even further is its inappropriateness when one considers the object tantalizing him so. Blasphemous, and for it he should feel shame... Yet still his eyes linger even as Mythos is gone from view, Barnabas ignoring any eyes that might be cast his way, nor less any that might notice...his situation. Fortunately, with how he's turned towards the wall, it is less obvious, but still.
Their chance to stare slips by quick, however, as smoke-like aether whips around him and in a swirl he vanishes, retreating to his shadowy vigil where he might be afforded some respite.]
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The cold of his absent just as chilling as the cold the shadow has ever gifted him, and this he knows better than most. Still, the ghost of warmth feeds the longing, feeds that yawning gape within him, and as his grey eyes watch Mythos as he walks away, his own arousal does not flag as much as it might have otherwise.
Much as the metaphorical steel, he too is hard.
An unfortunate and troublesome state, something truly beneath one such as him, but even further is its inappropriateness when one considers the object tantalizing him so. Blasphemous, and for it he should feel shame... Yet still his eyes linger even as Mythos is gone from view, Barnabas ignoring any eyes that might be cast his way, nor less any that might notice...his situation. Fortunately, with how he's turned towards the wall, it is less obvious, but still.
Their chance to stare slips by quick, however, as smoke-like aether whips around him and in a swirl he vanishes, retreating to his shadowy vigil where he might be afforded some respite.]