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    "I've been scenting you for months. If anyone had been opposed to it then they would have already voiced it by now.”

    Phainon gaped as he looked at the kremnoan, his skin turning a delicious, ripe red colour all the way down to his shoulders. “That's certainly not appropriate behaviour for a prince.”

    Mydei snorted at the comment, kissing the freshly bitten mark on the white-haired man's skin.

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    "How do you…measure my devotion?" Phainon asks carefully. It sounds…well, it's no doubt due to the language barrier, but to 'measure' someone's 'devotion' sounds almost like something to ask a lover, or someone who's hand you're asking for in marriage. "I'd be willing to do most anything to prove my devotion to the cause."

    "You have proven your strength of character, and you did not pass out in the throne room, which proves your perseverance," The prince acquiesces, and he pauses slightly at the small side table, strong back turned to Phainon. "I just…am, ah…curious, about…what else you interested in doing…while you are a guest in my home."

    the democratic republic of okhema requires assistance from the kingdom of castrum kremnos to stay the black tide. phainon is sent by lady aglaea to beg boons of their crown prince—he proposes a partnership, a sort of political 'marriage' of their lands until the cancer inhabiting the lands is quelled with their joined strength.

    he is given much more than he planned to bargain for.

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    oneshot. au-ish. completed

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    Phainon felt something—or rather someone—shift against his back, warm and firm, and barely muffled down a surprised yelp.
     
    Oh no, he thought, dread filling his chest once more.
     
    As if blacking out and enduring violent hangover symptoms wasn’t enough, he’d also apparently joined someone else in bed last night. Someone else who happened to smell of sweet wine, who left a familiar nose curving against his nape while a muscular, kingly body embraced him from behind.

    Or; Phainon has some small regrets, and a number of doubts, after waking up in bed with his best friend.

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    Perdikkas comes into view, stepping closer to blink down at Phainon and Mydei on the ground. “You’re all here?”

    Ptolemy scoffs, kicking lightly at the dirt. “Guess who has the extraordinary pleasure of being assigned the babysitting duty to the dumbass trio over here?” He rolls his eyes with a sharp sigh. “Not Peucesta, clearly. Lucky bastard.”

    “Don’t lump me in with them,” Hephaestion protests. Ridiculous. Everyone knows who instigates the fights just as often as Phainon and Mydei.

    “We don’t need babysitting,” Phainon says at the same time, words muffled as Mydei’s hand smashes his head into the ground, resuming their fight now that Ptolemy is distracted. Phainon almost bites down on the dirt by accident.

     

    or; Phainon finds Mydei drifting at the Sea of Souls after Aedes Elysiae is destroyed. Pulling the other kid out of the water might be the best decision of his life

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    chapter 8

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    As the headless body of Irontomb shatters, Khaslana falls with it. Captured in a small window of time, somewhere in between the pages of Irontomb’s defeat and the ending, he drifts aimlessly in the space between. His porcelain wings fracture and crumble; the searing beneath his skin subsides. The Destruction chips off of him in tiny, glittering pieces like stars, crackling into nothingness, leaving Phainon raw and aching, eyes shut tight. 33 million cycles turned to dust.

    Time stutters and starts, the past is muddled with the present, and Cyrene floats with him, parting through the layers as she reaches out to touch his shoulder.

    “Sleeping now that the job is done?” she asks fondly, quietly. “You deserve it, of course, but there will be time for that later. I’d like to speak to you first.”

     

    or: Cyrene, the Demiurge, officially meets Phainon

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