ΞΊΞ±ΟΞ±ΞΊΞ±Ξ―Ο = " to burn up, to be consumed by fire "
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some notes on phainon's genshin verse.
warning i am no expert on the lore, but i do have the full information in his verse pages on my carrd .
phainon's birth name, once again, is khaslana. he was a powerful angel in celestia who eventually questioned his existence, and relationship with the mortals of teyvat. his actions with them went beyond being a messenger or simply an impartial observer, to something personal. they became like children and friends, even family to him, in the time he spent with them.
the village he had grown so fond of, had taught him more than all his countless eons of existence above, and he found he was more prone to be among them, than his own kind. but for an angel, to have impartial love and feeling towards humanity is essential, and khaslana, whose title is, 'the sunlit', was not filling the mold anymore. if anything, he was rebelling against it.
the village paid the price. the heavenly principles crushed it with a celestial nail in hopes of warning khaslana, reminding him of his place. this only fueled his rancor and hatred, the immense love he felt for the humans and people he'd met below emboldening him to break free from a place more akin to a static, empty, prison, than stay loyal and feel nothing. he'd never felt so many things before, and all thanks to humankind, not celestia. if anything, he found humans far better than gods, angels, and anything that could outlive them. his love for mankind, in his sense, had become truly real only after a descent.
he bargained with the heavenly principles, defiantly stating he no longer wanted anything to do with them, and willingly severed his 'wings'. his power, his wisdom, he openly gave, and in return, the memories he shared with that village and all his human travels, his time in celestia, were nothing more but a blur in his mind. all that remained was the grief, rage, and love he felt for places and people that no longer existed, only understanding one thing: the heavenly principles had taken something precious from him, and he would not suffer them to rule forever.
with this resolve in mind, khaslana, whose memories of his own name were hazy at best, began what he once did that earned his heresy: traveling among teyvat of his own free will. he did that for centuries after his fall, his massive powers halved, leaving him no less potent, but not the grand angel that once delivered messages and duties without real purpose. while he remains an angel of great power, he masks himself as a human, even fashioning himself a false pyro vision, to make himself blend in.
among his travels, only those familiar with him in all those eons would remember the rebellious angel named 'khaslana '. to the people below, they had given him another name instead, one that meant to 'shine'. his new name was 'phainon', and any who hated celestia had become those he would lend his wings to take flight for once again.
notes .
phainon fell before nicole did, cementing her still as the last angel to do it. he is well into the thousands, if not millennia, but has no recollection of his real age. he is effectively immortal.
phainon has made his memories anew in his travels among teyvat. he remembers the heavenly principles, vaguely his time in celestia, but everything else has been wiped clean.
he does know something precious to him was lost, and even went to the site of the village's remains, but he only feels a flurry of emotions in various places he once traveled. it's the only indicator to him that something is terribly wrong, and fuels his hatred for the heavenly principles and those aligned with celestia.
phainon's constellation is, ' sol invictus ' , or ' unconquerable sun ' .
other characters are welcome to be familiar with him during his time as an angel, as he was renowed for his power and to a degree, his rebellion. something he tragically has no memory of save fragments.
archons and other major characters are welcome to be familiar with his story, much less his capabilities and true name.
phainon still has access to his original angelic form, but rarely uses it unless for emergencies, as he prefers to keep a low profile. his specialties lie in manipulating heat, space and any source of heat energy, much like the sun. his powers are at least, on par with an archon.
he is a traveler and stays in no set place, so he can be found anywhere. phainon plants himself firmly on teyvat's side, humanity's side, and has no hesitation in helping anyone he sees.
phainon's story of rebellion likely has a few legends and stories about it. people are welcome to find out his identity dependent on their history / knowledge.
while he mourns his lost memories and past, he has found a future in the new ones he made, and a purpose that he did not have before, protecting humanity, and aiding those who would also rebel against the heavenly principles' unjust rule.
isabella vc: you look old because your hair is white!
Β Β Β well this young lady was certainly not short of a sharp tongue. one wonders where it was taught! but there's something refreshing about her openness, her bold words and bolder desires. people should be like that, he thinks bemusedly, more prone to seek what they want, rather than what they're told. of course, the angel keeps it to himself, more keen to put on a display of looking utterly wounded.
" so harsh! am i really that old? you can't discriminate just because i have white hair! " a laugh, signifying no harm was meant, no damage was taken. truthfully, 'phainon' had no idea how old he was. with the fragments of memories shattered within, echoing only as faint drumbeats in the heart, it was impossible to tell.
the passage of time moved strangely for one who had wandered teyvat for so long after fractured memories. burning and fire, loss and rage, grief and love. since then, his feet had never really stopped, had they? but there was gain despite that, gain in meetings like this, however small.
isabella likely was right that he was borderline ancient. thankfully she hadn't called him decripted. his youthful face and ancient eyes likely didn't match his face, but it was no matter. he plays the role of a hurt traveler, hand to his heart and a hurt look in widened blue. it's only his twitching mouth that portrays she had done no harm.
" i didn't know twenty three was old. " a honeyed lie, ( he hardly knew his own age ),but it suited his purposes among others, at least.
" you know, if i'm that old, what's the saying..." a hand curls under his chin, as if in deep reflection, voice low and amused.
" ' be nice to your elders? ' that one. next time you meet me, i may have a cane at this point. " though growing old..sounded more like like a luxury far more than a curse. /@pantaloane
We've all been there. We open someone's ask box to send an anonymous message to a muse you want to see on the dashboard. You get ready to type... But nothing comes to mind. You, yourself, sort of want to get asks as well and start some dashboard commentary, but your mind is at a blank.
Asks are a great jumping point for writers who aren't feeling like writing a thread / ic post on it's own. Here's some suggestions for what types of asks you can send to muses when you can't think of much;
Ask the muse about a recent muse interaction. For instance, go 'Mario, how could you let Bowser talk to you like that?'
Pry at a muse about some internal narration they had. Go 'Mario, why are you doubting yourself?'
Ask an everyday question! Saunter in and go 'Mario, how's the weather today?'
The worst thing someone can do is not answer something since they can't think of a good reply, but the notion is always appreciated. If you ever wonder if it's okay to send an ask, you can always go 'hey mun, is it okay if I inform muse of x or y?' and go from there. Foster your niche community. Do unto others what you would want for yourself.
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morning everyone !! still laughing over yesterday. hoping to catch up with my drafts more and also asks. i'll try to also get to my dms / ims too! take care of yourself today or whatever time it is ! π
no discernible expression to be seen yet asat pramad stares βjeez, what the hell was on your employment application?β
and a wary, pointed glare, mouth creased in a thin line. his voice is measured, even if there's palpable tension. " do i look like i want to join? as far as i'm concerned i never filled one out. take it up with your boss."
my face hurts from laughing and smiling so much. you all are the best dash i could ask for. i can't stop cracking up thank you so much. my goodness we're the real anti-destruction alliance.
" regardless of what happens, i will never bend to nanook. whatsoever. i'd sooner die permanently than be at the whim of some neglectful god. one who abandoned their children, saw them as nothing but fuel. i'll never yield to fate, gods, or geniuses who play at them. just as my love for amphoreus endures, my hatred for the destruction will never leave.
these fires that kept me warm, can always reignite and prove them wrong. " if his temperature is heating up the area around him, don't mind him. he's grateful for the support, but also just thinking of THEM, makes him a 'little' mad, just a little bit.
"...i'm sure every version of me feels the same. "
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he's more than pleased with the results . regardless, no matter what road he travels, no matter what 'path' is given in that newborn world, it will be his own path. not one by prophecies or fate, but the indomitable will of thirty three million cycles and endless lifetimes of stars combined.
and the trailblaze, etched on his heart, official or not.
This is an open invitation to any and all: I welcome dash commentary posts reacting to my threads, even if you're not participating in them! Knowing people read my writing even if it's unrelated to them is so validating!
random fact but before i started my blog, i was considering either castorice or anaxa before phainon, since i wasn't sure if i could pull it off. looking back, as crazy as that sounds, i genuinely was considering them once. now i can't imagine writing anyone else but phainon/khaslana. also in all honesty i don't have the brains for anaxa, and there are already some lovely castorices. i'm glad i chose someone i was originally intimidated to pick up. now he's my all time favorite character.
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just as mydeimos moves to rise, a massive gold wing makes it shadow known across their walls. then, with heat and tender feather, does it scoop almost like a hand around the man's waist.
" too early.... come back to bed. " it's husky and low, a brief messy head of snow white hair poking out of the sheets, followed by the traces of another, darker wing. perhaps the man is more comfortable in his other form lately?
or perhaps it's just sleepiness, as those fluffy golden feathers refuse to let go. not until the king comes back to sleep!
β It's not unusual for him to wake up before Phainon. Much as he enjoyed his sleep, he always tended towards waking up early and getting ready for the day ahead. Now that things had calmed down and there was no need to rush, he was allowed to take the morning at his leisure. Lazing about in bed for a little longer with his lover was something he happily indulged in most mornings, followed by him getting up and making breakfast for the two of them. Then whatever came afterwards was really up to Phainon.
β A glance out the curtains told him it was indeed still early in the day; the sun had only risen not long ago and the beams of light had just begun to stretch out over the city. With a soft sigh, Mydei sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Arms stretch up over his head and just as he's about to get to his feet-
β The movement alerts him first, followed by the giant shape displayed on the wall. In that brief moment, Mydei readies himself to fight even though he knows that should a threat really be in their dwelling, it would have been found out by now. Yet the second soft feathers and comforting warmth touch his skin does he relax out of instinct. He snorts and glances back to the bed, spying the little tufts of hair sticking out and belonging to a very cozy looking Deliverer.
β That husky voice makes his skin tingle pleasantly, but combined with that sight, his feelings take on a soft form rather than want. Affectionate and so terribly fond instead of something more animalistic. He can't help but smile. The bed has never felt more welcoming than it did in this moment.
β "It is rather early still, and I don't have anything urgent to attend to..."
β The wing is given a brief pat before he relents.
β "Alright my angel, you've won this time."
β Mydei is struck with how utterly lucky he is to be able to share this moment with him. So why not enjoy it to it's fullest, now that they can? His head hits the pillow again and he pulls the other close to him, nose buried in that snow white hair
β "Breakfast can wait a little longer, mm?"
β I love you.