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[quibblingfunctionary]

If you did not wish to be seen why bait my liege in public?

[herofhopeless]

Poor impulse control

[quibblingfunctionary]

Well?

[herofhopeless]

Well what? Did I like it?

[quibblingfunctionary]

I did ask if you enjoyed it.

I do not waste my time pecking out letters to read my own words.

[herofhopeless]

Yes.

[quibblingfunctionary]

Do you also like the struggle?

A couple days later

[herofhopeless]

With him.

[quibblingfunctionary]

[ taking notes, taking notes… ]

He does make it enticing, doesn’t he?

When all of his attention is focused on you… almost pinning you right there without having touched you… It is quite the rush.

[herofhopeless]

[Clive is grateful for his ability to have this conversation without having to look at anyone in the safety of his room.]

Unfortunately.

I prefer the actual pinning.

[Only a half-truth. Barnabas' stare had a power that Clive had never experienced before. Thankfully, lying via text is a lot easier than lying to someone's face.]

[quibblingfunctionary]

Someone needs to teach you the pleasure of foreplay.

[herofhopeless]

Pinning and foreplay can happen at the same time. The hallway taught me that.

[quibblingfunctionary]

I see.

[ In a separate message just after: ]

You are afraid of the intimacy of eye contact.

RUDE

[herofhopeless]

I doubt Barnabas would want intimacy from me anyway.

:)

[quibblingfunctionary]

Hmm.

[herofhopeless]

Hmm?

[quibblingfunctionary]

That is what I wrote, yes.

On a different note: you consider what happened in the hallway to be foreplay?

[herofhopeless]

Well we didn't just take our clothes off and go for it, so yeah, that would have been considered foreplay for me had anything come of it.

[quibblingfunctionary]

Surprising how readily you admit to the sexually charged air during that little spat.

[herofhopeless]

You saw it. There's no point in pretending it wasn't there or lying about it.

[quibblingfunctionary]

Most would deny it still, to be attracted to an enemy.

But you are not like most people, are you, Mythos?

[herofhopeless]

Clive. If you're going to pick at my personal life, at least have the decency to use my name.

[quibblingfunctionary]

Why does this insult you so?

[herofhopeless]

You’re telling me that if someone constantly and consciously chose to call you a name that was not your own, a name that is meant to erase who you are, you’d be fine with that?

[quibblingfunctionary]

It does not erase you, it is you. Mythos is your name, much the same as with Ifrit and Rosfield. Intrinsically tied to you, but worth so much more.

To say it is an honor would be to downplay its significance.