Phainon dragged Mydeimos somewhere truly vibrant. It looked like a charming garden, filled with flowers of all kinds, thick grass, and other plants. The place looked like something out of a children's book or some dream Mydei had never dreamed of. The prince couldn't look at it without feeling like it was about to end. That this time they were having was just some pleasant dream that would invade and turn into their worst nightmare. He didn't know why, but seeing him and Phainon so carefree was so unusual for him.
When he saw his boyfriend playing in the grass, currently receiving this attention far from him, Mydeimos sat down to one side and started making him a present. Luckily, he'd learned how to make flower crowns from the children of Okhema. And he's quite good at it, which was a bit of a surprise to him, but he probably inherited this kind, soft gesture from his mother. He wished he could give this flower crown to Phainon. His hands worked delicately on the idea. He seemed to have memorized how big his head was. He hoped so.
Mydeimos did it efficiently; it didn't take him long. He chose blue, white, and yellow flowers, of course. For a little teasing, he added red ones too. So he could remember who gave him the flower crown.
Mydeimos finally approached his boyfriend, hiding the flower crown behind his back.
"Phainon" He added gently, his body looking like a giant ball of fire or the sun. Mydeimos sighed deeply, his hand gently reaching out from back so he could see the gift he'd made for him. Hand was extended to him.
"I made it. For you. I couldn't dwell on it for too long because I knew you'd catch me, so it's not quite perfect. However, I made it the best I could. I hope you'll wear it with pride."
Mydeimos's outstretched hand rose to be at his head level, and he gently placed the flower crown on his head. He smiled, pressing his cheek to the other man. "May your light shine even brighter. You deserve it." Hands touched his cheek. Fingers moved, as if making a map. "May your glow always lead me to you."
They had just this one moment, where their duties did not define their schedules, and they could be ordinary people. Not for long, but enough to get a taste of what life would have been like without a need for the flame chase journey or the chrysos heirs.
Phainon takes a spot on the grassy hill, right where the wind would brush through, but it wasn't too obnoxious, just enough that the breeze was comforting. It subtly rustles his hair, reminding him of a breath from home. His hands would reach out for some flowers, drawn to the red ones. It would be fine if he took just a few; there was plenty of other tall grass he could use. So carefully, with his back turned to Mydei, he would work on a flower crown as well.
He would hum a tune, one Cyrene had hummed before ( nameless faces ), unsure why but simply doing it. His fingers would weave together stems and grass, making sure to secure them together so they would not fall apart when placed on top of a head. He finishes it off with a singular blue flower, thinking that it would be cheeky to hold just a simple reminder of him, unaware that Mydeimos had a similar idea to him.
When he heard his voice, the warrior would tilt his head to the side, turning his attention towards him and noticing what the man had crafted. He rises to his feet, equally keeping his crown hidden behind his back as he allows Mydeimos to coronate him with the crown of flowers. A bashful grin takes place on his face, spread from cheek to cheek as he lets out a sheepish chuckle.
"What a sweet and kind gesture...It seems great minds think alike."
He now pulls out his creation, which wasn't adorned with as much variety of flowers, but the structure was sturdy and functional. His hands would raise to place it on top of the prince's head, right hand tucking some hair behind the warrior's ear as he got a good look at the crown on his head.
"You might have reservations about being King, but I know you will be a great one. Your people might have expectations, but if there's anyone worth the title King, it's definitely you. Your soul is unwavering; even in the face of death, you fight your way back to us and continue to fight alongside us. I'll continue to be the light that guides you out of the sea, and may you be the unwavering soul that keeps the virtues of Strife at their core."