Do not go gentle into that good night ♡

Phainon would be the type of husband to empress you the best he could, like how a bird finds a partner, he too would try to bring you the prettiest thing he could find. To give to you, pretty necklaces, rings or even pretty gems he found during his time fighting.

Phainon would be the type of husband to keep a photo of you in his pocket to bring out and admire each time he feels lost or in a dangerous mission, he has to remind himself to stay strong not only for amphorious, but for you as well. To bring you the tomorrow he knows you wish for.

Phainon would be the type of husband to try and never show you his faults, either from a small thing like him burning the food to him sacrificing himself for the greater good that he knows that you won't accept him to do. He just wants to be the person you rely on, now and forever.

(Huge emphasis on rely on, he loves it when you do, even the smallest acts like him opening a jar for you.)

Phainon Is not the easily jealous type but he will be if snowy keeps your attention all to himself.

Phainon is the type of husband to call you all sorts of endearment, like beloved or honey or even Καρδιά μου, or Ψυχή μου, the latter just slips out naturally out more often.

At the end of the day, Phainon is the type of husband who likes to look up at the moon, it reminds him of you shining all over his world even the dark bits in him.

The ocean reflects the moon gentle light, he hopes to be your ocean and reflect your light the same one you guide him with. But alas he could only be the sun.

He never realizes that the reason you have your light in the first place was because of the one he emits.

His breath hitched when he heard a voice that made his heart skip a beat, he immediately sat up from where he was laying down on the golden fields, he tried to find where the voice came from, why was his heart racing? Why did he feel such a longing from the owner of said voice?

"Phainon!"

The voice grew louder but he couldn't pin point it, this time he stood up, he turned to pick up his--- his what? Why did he turn so suddenly to his side? He felt like something was up with his memories since there was nothing by his side.

"Phainon..."

This time he turned sharply to his left its when he saw the shadow of his village, why did his heart ache at the sight? Wasn't he just there?

Then he saw it, the one calling from him- or their figure at least they were far- but he recognized that voice- the voice of his beloved-! You were calling for him! He hurriedly took off running towards the figure and once he reached over he hugged it.

"Oh how I missed you so so much"

He didn't want to let go of the figure, phainon may not remember much for now but he remembers how much he missed you, how much he longed for you, why? His body and mind just does, heavily so.

"Where were you? It doesn't matter where I just would've preferred you would have told me at least."

He buried his face deep in your neck inhaling sharply, this time keeping it in his lungs and not letting go, but the moment he felt light headed he was forced to release it in small puffs of air, with a small chuckle as he nuzzled deeper, leaving a gentle kiss there,

"Phainon--!"

"Beloved I'm right here why are you calling for me?"

He slowly turned you around and gave a long kiss to your forehead this time, like something precious, that you were. He then gazed at your face but his eyes widened when a block of blue was hiding your face.

"Beloved?"

"Phainon!"

"Phainon-!"

"Phainon---!"

"Phainon?"

"Phainon-!"

"Phainon----!"

"Phainon???"

"Phainon-!"

"Phainon-?"

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Phainon eyes were aching when he opened them- but barely, he heard echos of his name come from multiple people, from where he was laying on the rumbled wall, his sword beside him where he was laying, his vision was blurry yet something light- and hopeful stood in front of him the sight of his beloved brought a smile to his aching body one he barely mastered but he wanted to for his beloved- they were so bright. So achingly bright that he wanted to close his eyes but he didn't no matter how watery they became from the bright light he refused to let his eyes close even a second in his beloved appearance, he took a deep breath as he slowly lifted his arm-

"Phainon-! Your awake!"

That made him flinch a bit and when he closed his eyes you were gone- and he was brought back to reality one so cruel- his breath hitched the air around was full of rumble the sky was dark and monsters were hunting down remaining humans in this area.

His world was so dark then the world he ached for- he turned to his side the sword right beside him, this time he stood up while blocking his lungs from taking on the smell of smoke and blood.

"Sorry, I might have had a quick nap, Tribbie- im all good now though."

He sat up, and stood up just as quickly not letting his body rest, as he held his sword by his side, clenching on the handle.

Tribbie knew why, but she didn't say anything- she thought of words to comfort him, and only one came to mind.

yet why is his back turned towards his responsibilities that Aglaea placed upon him in her last breath? The one he couldn't even hear himself, that fact ached his heart deeply,

What did Aglaea see in him? Phainon wanted to ask her that, he had so many questions that their receiver no longer can answer.

Did he take took much on his shoulder? Was the burden too heavy for him to hold?

Why was this happening?

Phainon remembered how his teacher said that he was special. But why?

Not like he can ask that now of him, he had hoped that he would at least be remembered not as a blasphemous but as a great scholar who helped Amphoreus join the new dawn.

"The night has a thousand eyes, and the day but one; yet the light of the bright world dies with the dying sun"

Phainon feet could only quicken, his sword heavy with blood trailing behind him making scrapping noise all over the halls.

He would pass by People murmur prayers,

People who huddle with their remaining loved ones,

People who sat alone, and scholars who started to recite poems even, anything to calm their fearing heart.

It truly was fascinating what people do to find comfort in their last moments.

"the mind has a thousand of eyes and the heart but one; yet the light of a whole life dies when the love is done."

Phainon clenched his fist at the poem that hit him hard, he wanted to turn back and tell them that's everything is okay, yet wouldn't that make him a hypocrite?

So he continued silently to pass these people to go to where his selfish heart lies.

Phainon was never the selfish type, he hated relying on people, yet he couldn't stop his own heart from taking the lead this time to home.

Yet- he could only start to run this time.

Run and run and run as fast as his feet could carry him.

He just wanted to hear a heartbeat he ached for just this one time- just this last time,

He hoped that if there was ever a another lifetime, he longed that he felt the same way in each and in every single one,

and hoped that maybe in one of them,

Either from how his flame journey was going to the small bug he saw trying to lift a giant rock up it's back, he expressed how oddly sad he felt when he saw how it kept trying to left it up but when it almost reached it's journey the stubborn rock would fall down once again, and the bug would continue to go back for it and start, once again.

"It was admirable really, but would the poor creature have it's suffering reach it's end?"

-Phainon was the type to enjoy training or doing anything under the bright sun- no matter how much others tell him he would pass out from it, (which he did after a long training session). He truly was a stubborn being.

He would talk about how his mother would chase him around the golden fields to try and get him back since he had been playing and lying in the sun for too long,

"But mother I was having fun playing the hero with the other kids! They all relayed on me to save them, I can't abandoned them now!"

-Phainon loved eating as a kid and it was a fact he never grown out of, he would miss the fish he would catch so his father would cook it, he promises his father places some sort of spell on them, because why wouldn't it taste the same as his father's when he was the one cooking it? It was the same type of fish wasn't it?

"Maybe the type of water the fish was in is different? Huh? What do you mean it's because I didn't add any seasoning?"

-phainon loved competing with his friends the rush of being a hero and having his wish come true of saving so many people, if only his parents were here to see how their son had all grown up from the kid who had once tried to help the other farmers with their work.

"How about it? the person here who defeat the most enemies get to win-! Let's settle this once and for all!"

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Phainon could only laugh when his body was burning and how he couldn't even lift a finger yet he laughed and laughed and laughed- ERROR - and laughed as he felt -ERROR- this burning in his body this ache and his chest this feeling of- ERROR- was coursing through his body was it the rush of -ERROR- yet his arm was sliced open and cut off his sword, still in his hand yet he couldn't stop laughing,

Because to have been bleeding is to have been fighting, to have given his creator a fraction of the hate he had stored in this -ERORR- .. .. . ... . -cycle reseting...- in 1...2....3

-Cycle resting complete-

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"But mother I was having fun playing the hero with the other kids! They all relayed on me to save them I can't abandoned them now!"

"You don't have to protect them all the time you know? They are all strong and can handle themselves you can relay on them