𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳,
𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯.
(hsr IC roleplayer. gmt+3. 24+. mdni.)
mydei let out a soft laugh at that, eyes shining with mischief and affection for the pretty cheetah in his arms.
"say, wouldn't you like to put on a little show?" his voice dropped a little lower, though he made up for that by leaning in some more,
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"How bold, Mydeimos~" He managed to tease, but the pink flush slowly covering his cheeks told a different story.
It would indeed be a terrible, terrible idea... the-
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mydei let out a soft laugh at that, eyes shining with mischief and affection for the pretty cheetah in his arms.
"say, wouldn't you like to put on a little show?" his voice dropped a little lower, though he made up for that by leaning in some more,
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with that, mydeimos pressed one more kiss to his lips, then leaned back and carefully guided him to rest against his chest. he knew he had no reason to worry about those tears, knew phainon would eventually talk to him if he needed to.
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The way Mydeimos was looking at him-
his eyes were beaming with pride as he pulled away.
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with that, mydeimos pressed one more kiss to his lips, then leaned back and carefully guided him to rest against his chest. he knew he had no reason to worry about those tears, knew phainon would eventually talk to him if he needed to.
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his eyes were beaming with pride as he pulled away.
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"It was painful... but you really fought hard, no matter what. You never backed down a single time," He nodded slowly. "I think... if you hadn't still kept fighting, it would've hurt way more than it already does..."
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"it was an honourable death, every single time," he murmured, hand now shifting to cup phainon's cheek. "if anything, the sweetest way to die would always be at your hand."
of course, he was fully aware of phainon's difference in opinion.
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his eyes were beaming with pride as he pulled away.
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"and what are you telling people, HKS?"
though he made sure to sound unimpressed and keep his expression neutral, one arm slowly found its way around phainon's waist. oh, he was so, so interested in what the other had to say.
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for a few moments, he remained silent, gaze fixated upwards, studying phainon's pretty features.
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He let Mydei move one of his hands, resting it over his-
a mischievous glint flashed across mydei's face as he spoke. indeed, he'd grown to enjoy phainon's attempts to get a rinse out of him, perhaps a little too much.
leaning into that warm touch felt only natural. in turn, one of his own hands
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for a few moments, he remained silent, gaze fixated upwards, studying phainon's pretty features.
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"it was an honourable death, every single time," he murmured, hand now shifting to cup phainon's cheek. "if anything, the sweetest way to die would always be at your hand."
of course, he was fully aware of phainon's difference in opinion.
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"I would've faltered... if I had let myself fall for you completely... as badly as I wanted to, I couldn't..." He stated softly. "It was already bad enough, what I had to do to you-
"there was not a single recurrence in which i didn't fall for you," mydei contributed a confession of his own. "and every single time i thought, even if i could have you, having to eventually stand your lover would only make things harder."
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"it was an honourable death, every single time," he murmured, hand now shifting to cup phainon's cheek. "if anything, the sweetest way to die would always be at your hand."
of course, he was fully aware of phainon's difference in opinion.
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"and what are you telling people, HKS?"
though he made sure to sound unimpressed and keep his expression neutral, one arm slowly found its way around phainon's waist. oh, he was so, so interested in what the other had to say.
"Some of Castorice's stuff is indeed very well-written... but it does make me-
"deliverer... are her poems about us?"
a crimson shade was now dusting his cheeks at the thought. goodness, what was phainon even doing?
and why was mydeimos strangely pleased by the thought of writings of this nature about the two of them existing somewhere out there?
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"and what are you telling people, HKS?"
though he made sure to sound unimpressed and keep his expression neutral, one arm slowly found its way around phainon's waist. oh, he was so, so interested in what the other had to say.
a mischievous glint flashed across mydei's face as he spoke. indeed, he'd grown to enjoy phainon's attempts to get a rinse out of him, perhaps a little too much.
leaning into that warm touch felt only natural. in turn, one of his own hands
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The compliment made his cheeks heat up, but his smile never wavered.
"Says the one who's considered one of the most handsome faces in all-
eyes like two suns were staring up at amphoreus' hero, so full of the purest, most sincere affection.
after a little pause, he tentatively added:
"you're so beautiful when you smile like this."
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a mischievous glint flashed across mydei's face as he spoke. indeed, he'd grown to enjoy phainon's attempts to get a rinse out of him, perhaps a little too much.
leaning into that warm touch felt only natural. in turn, one of his own hands
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"there was not a single recurrence in which i didn't fall for you," mydei contributed a confession of his own. "and every single time i thought, even if i could have you, having to eventually stand your lover would only make things harder."
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"I have, yeah..." He admitted softly, relaxing more as he felt Mydei's fingers running through his hair. "I never thought I'd feel like this for anyone... I was scared to lose you, the Flamechase Journey is harsh, cruel... but... I couldn't help but to yearn-
"so you too have been thinking about this?"
one hand shifted up yet again, fingers carding through phainon's silver locks in what he hoped was a soothing manner.
mydeimos wasn't inexperienced in physical matters. and yet, he'd never held someone so dear to him,
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"there was not a single recurrence in which i didn't fall for you," mydei contributed a confession of his own. "and every single time i thought, even if i could have you, having to eventually stand your lover would only make things harder."
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"deliverer... are her poems about us?"
a crimson shade was now dusting his cheeks at the thought. goodness, what was phainon even doing?
and why was mydeimos strangely pleased by the thought of writings of this nature about the two of them existing somewhere out there?
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His face slowly turned red.
"Well, just tales of romance and comradery... maybe a little bit too much comradery... Involving important Amphorean figures..."
the confusion on his face seems to keep growing.
"so... what are the poems actually about?"
"deliverer... are her poems about us?"
a crimson shade was now dusting his cheeks at the thought. goodness, what was phainon even doing?
and why was mydeimos strangely pleased by the thought of writings of this nature about the two of them existing somewhere out there?
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eyes like two suns were staring up at amphoreus' hero, so full of the purest, most sincere affection.
after a little pause, he tentatively added:
"you're so beautiful when you smile like this."
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"You enjoy the chase. Plus, you've sought me out too," He grinned. The two just couldn't stay separated-
"aren't you the one always chasing me?"
it was a lie. they were both seeking each other out in equal measure. they were indeed attached at the hip.
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eyes like two suns were staring up at amphoreus' hero, so full of the purest, most sincere affection.
after a little pause, he tentatively added:
"you're so beautiful when you smile like this."
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"so you too have been thinking about this?"
one hand shifted up yet again, fingers carding through phainon's silver locks in what he hoped was a soothing manner.
mydeimos wasn't inexperienced in physical matters. and yet, he'd never held someone so dear to him,
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Phainon's cheeks became a deep pink as he was pulled closer, settling in Mydeimos' lap. He was very flustered now, but he let himself relax, resting against Mydei.
He rested his cheek on Mydei's shoulder, a quiet purr-
"i'll make up for that."
both arms once again wrapped around phainon's frame. this time, however, mydeimos pulled him straight onto his lap.
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"so you too have been thinking about this?"
one hand shifted up yet again, fingers carding through phainon's silver locks in what he hoped was a soothing manner.
mydeimos wasn't inexperienced in physical matters. and yet, he'd never held someone so dear to him,
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the confusion on his face seems to keep growing.
"so... what are the poems actually about?"
"Hm? What kinda topics?" He's intrigued!
a little pause.
"she never really let me actually read them though, just joked with me about the topics..."
the confusion on his face seems to keep growing.
"so... what are the poems actually about?"
"aren't you the one always chasing me?"
it was a lie. they were both seeking each other out in equal measure. they were indeed attached at the hip.
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He couldn't help himself, moving a hand to scratch under Mydei's chin. He just-
despite the teasing nature of his words, mydeimos did think they worked together perfectly, like day and night, like the moons and the tides.
when he glanced up again, his lips were curled into a playful little smirk, yet there was also
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"aren't you the one always chasing me?"
it was a lie. they were both seeking each other out in equal measure. they were indeed attached at the hip.
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"i'll make up for that."
both arms once again wrapped around phainon's frame. this time, however, mydeimos pulled him straight onto his lap.
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But now?
Now he knew. Mydei seemed to feel the same as he did, the way he kissed so gently, treating-
and goodness, had he dreamt about it more than he'd be willing to admit. in every. damn. recurrence.
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"i'll make up for that."
both arms once again wrapped around phainon's frame. this time, however, mydeimos pulled him straight onto his lap.
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a little pause.
"she never really let me actually read them though, just joked with me about the topics..."
he knew phainon was the kind to get embarrassed easily. really, whatever it was he was so shy about could have ranged from incredibly boring to so juicy it would infuriate the gold weaver.
"so, tell me," he spoke, an amused smile playing on his lips.
a little pause.
"she never really let me actually read them though, just joked with me about the topics..."
despite the teasing nature of his words, mydeimos did think they worked together perfectly, like day and night, like the moons and the tides.
when he glanced up again, his lips were curled into a playful little smirk, yet there was also
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Mydeimos trusted him more than anyone else, even after everyone. Mutual respect and care, that was the basis of his and Mydei's whole relationship.
"Nobody else has seen into my heart so easily, not in so, so long..." He mused softly. "We have a way of working so well-
it scared him how easy it was to be so open, so vulnerable, to almost wear his heart on his sleeve - all because the man he was opening up to was phainon, always phainon.
"and i'm the only one you truly rely on," he chose to answer instead.
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despite the teasing nature of his words, mydeimos did think they worked together perfectly, like day and night, like the moons and the tides.
when he glanced up again, his lips were curled into a playful little smirk, yet there was also
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and goodness, had he dreamt about it more than he'd be willing to admit. in every. damn. recurrence.
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"Oh..." He had no time to fully respond, as Mydei's lips were against his.
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"and... what if you are my answer?"
the thrill of their little dance was intoxicating. having everything he'd ever wanted at his fingertips...
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and goodness, had he dreamt about it more than he'd be willing to admit. in every. damn. recurrence.
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he knew phainon was the kind to get embarrassed easily. really, whatever it was he was so shy about could have ranged from incredibly boring to so juicy it would infuriate the gold weaver.
"so, tell me," he spoke, an amused smile playing on his lips.
He was fluffed up and somewhat embarrassed now.
he was growing more curious by the moment.
"don't make me go look for the thieving cat. i'm sure she'd be more than happy to tell me for the right price."
he knew phainon was the kind to get embarrassed easily. really, whatever it was he was so shy about could have ranged from incredibly boring to so juicy it would infuriate the gold weaver.
"so, tell me," he spoke, an amused smile playing on his lips.
it scared him how easy it was to be so open, so vulnerable, to almost wear his heart on his sleeve - all because the man he was opening up to was phainon, always phainon.
"and i'm the only one you truly rely on," he chose to answer instead.
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As Mydei guided his hand to that one spot, that one vulnerability in Mydeimos' body, he froze for a few moments.
But as he brushed his fingers over that spot, he relaxed. Yes, Mydeimos was unmarred now, -
"come see me anytime if you need to convince yourself of my safety again."
one hand tentatively shifted up, only for his fingertips to graze against phainon's cheek.
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it scared him how easy it was to be so open, so vulnerable, to almost wear his heart on his sleeve - all because the man he was opening up to was phainon, always phainon.
"and i'm the only one you truly rely on," he chose to answer instead.
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"and... what if you are my answer?"
the thrill of their little dance was intoxicating. having everything he'd ever wanted at his fingertips...
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"Mh... You're looking at me so intently. As if I am the answer to everything..." He'd tried to make a joke, but his tone had come out -
"i'm glad i met you too," he confessed in turn. there was so much more he wanted to add, so many words right on the tip of his tongue.
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"and... what if you are my answer?"
the thrill of their little dance was intoxicating. having everything he'd ever wanted at his fingertips...
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