#shadowsthrall

All Joshua had wanted to do was to save them, but once again he had failed. He had failed to protect these people, just as he had failed to protect his home and family back at Phoenix Gate. What good was he as a Dominant of an Eikon when he couldn’t yield its power for the purpose of protection? Once Clive and Jill and him had arrived in Kanver they had split up to search for survivors, but Joshua had quickly been cornered by the King of Waloed and now he was forced to watch the citizens becoming akashic one by one, turning into mindless creatures that could only think about killing and destroying everything in their paths. The Free City was no more.

Joshua struggled against Barnabas’ fingers holding on to his wrist to keep him standing here by his side, but the threat of bones being broken was not as painful as the ache he felt inside his chest upon seeing all this unnecessary cruelty and loss of life. Maybe he could have prevented this. If only he had been stronger..

Fiery wings spread from his back, his body glowing with the fire that was kindling beneath his skin and waiting to break free, but even as he tries to free himself from Barnabas one more time the fingers holding him where unyielding and the King seemed so unbothered by all of this. As if Mythos, no, Clive, was the only thing that truly mattered to him right now. Staring ahead with glowing blue eyes, taking in all the carnage Barnabas had caused that day, his gaze eventually returned to the other’s face.

@shadowsthrall

--- Somnus still felt that blissful ache all over his body. Marks already darkening on his skin. He watched the older man with one eye. His cheek pressed against the pillow as arms cradled it, back exposed and decorated with teeth imprints.

--- It was a question that was nagging him. He could feel that there was more to this man in front of him. And Somnus wanted to know what's behind those walls. He, of course, didn't believe the answer he got. But it was just enough for him to know not to further touch upon this subject. If the king wanted to answer truthfully, he would. Because everyone always hid something. Especially those that denied it.

--- As Barnabas was getting closer again he rolled onto his side to welcome the physical contact once more.

actions speak louder than words

--- His heart was threatening to jump out of his chest. But not out of fear. The sharp edge pressed into his neck, so close to breaking skin and drawing blood. He didn't fear it. It felt exciting. It wouldn't be the first time he bled for Barnabas.

--- His back pressed against the cold wall as his chest was pinned by the warm body of the king. He swore the could feel the curves of the older's man chest against his.

--- A tilt of his head and Somnus gave a small loop-sided smirk, cheeks already flushed. Despite the blade he leaned in an inch closer to Barnabas.

--- ❝ I'd rather avoid bleeding out on your carpets, Barnabas. It'd just give you trouble of having it cleaned up or replacing them. ❞ Because they both knew that Somnus would just stand back up after a few minutes. A curse of immortality pinned by a mortal body.