It was unthinkable to bind the anemo archon, the symbol of freedom. There was just something very wrong with the thought and Morax disliked the thought of robbing it from his friend. But he also couldn't ignore the nasty creeping emotion inside of him. His teeth then bared and left marks all over the bright skin, leaving Barbatos in his bard form for several days, not noticing an apparent red mark behind his neck.
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It was improper the thought of the God who mandated freedom carrying the thought of possessiveness. His lover was attractive, strong, albeit insensitive, caring in his own way. So he never tried to claim him, pushing away the thought of monopolizing the affection. If you found Barbatos on Morax's laps, of him telling tales of the great Rex Lapis no one knew about, of a bard hand in hand with a consultant in the town; it was definitely not of him trying to proclaim their bond to the world. He was simply indulging on his own selfishness.