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NEVER LET YOUR FEAR DECIDE YOUR FATE.
Independent RP blog for Phainon of Honkai: Star Rail. Canon-compliant by default, but willing to write AUs and divergence as necessary. Writer is 21+, deeply problematic, and a staunch anti-anti. Current up to Patch 3.4. Spoilers tagged #hsr spoilers.
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Yumina nods enthusiastically, mentally filing away each suggestion. The word chimera makes her tilt her head. On her way to their lodging, she thought she had spotted a brightly colored, cat-like creature stretching out in the sun, but she hadn't been able to get a very good look at it. Had that critter been a chimera? "You don't have anything to apologize for, Mr. Phainon. Those are great suggestions. I really hope I have time to go bug-catching!" She rocks back on her heels with a laugh, positively giddy at the thought.
Yumina turns to Phainon, the enthusiastic sparkle in her eyes softening into something more tentative but nonetheless genuine. "Um, I apologize if I'm being presumptuous, but I know we haven't had a chance to talk much, so I thought you might have some questions." This time it was her turn to give an unspoken message. "I'm not always comfortable talking about myself," she says, scratching her cheek. "And the others might be able to explain some things better, but I'd be happy to answer any questions you have. But... but even if you don't have any, I'd be help with anything in any way I can. It's the least I can do."
It was then that Phainon deflated, more out of sheepish embarrassment than anything.
"Am I... really that obvious?"
The answer to this, of course, was absolutely.
Though his cheeks were warm from his own exposure, Phainon laughed the feeling off, opting instead to focus on the opportunity he'd been presented.
"I'd offer to walk you around the city as we spoke, but I don't want to take you away from what's supposed to be relaxation." Yumina had said so herself, after all-- she was here to recuperate before her presence was required elsewhere. Phainon glanced at the table and chairs set on the balcony, then gestured towards it. "Maybe we can sit there?"
He was waiting for her permission, and whether he got it or not, he spoke only once they'd both decided where to settle down.
"Before we begin... what topics should I avoid, Lady Yumina? For your comfort?"
Quill nuzzled into Phainon at the sound of the other's voice. His nails dug in, gripping tight. The warmth, the smell, the sound of him โ all of it spoke to a deep part of Quill that he couldn't possibly understand, assuring him that in these strong arms he was safe. Whether he was his dog - self, his Quill - self, or whatever existed beyond them, he would always have shelter here.
Some cycles, Quill came into being with no desire for companionship, scared of touch. In others, he cried to be fed, like a new pup that had just discovered how large the world truly was. Perhaps most rare ( and sweetest by definition ) were those cycles where he felt as he did now. Empty, tired, and in need of physical comfort that would take him away from the matter of his own self entirely.
You don't have to think if you don't want to.
Quill raised his head, pushed it forward, and nosed into the skin under Phainon's chin. His growl was pitiful. โI don't want to think,โ he said, slow and halting. Quill winced at his voice, rolling and thundering in his sensitive ears. His hands scraped down Phainon's body, as if Quill sought some cavity to dig into and hide. โIt hurts ... thinking. Can you make it stop ? The thinking ?โ Quill's eyes closed, and he heard his hushed plea turn into a whine.
This was selfish.
Feeling Quill's nails drag down the fabric of his plain clothes, Phainon recognised this of himself as he did nothing to stop him. He could have chosen not to seek him out (and in some of these cycles Phainon had journeyed without his dog by his side), yet each time Aedes Elysiae went up in flames, he was drawn to Quill's boat and its lone survivor. If not for his intervention, Quill could be pure in his monsterhood. If not for Phainon's own desire to have him, then--
But Quill was so easy to move, all pliant and good as Phainon held him by the waist and turned them both over. Even without his eyes open, Phainon could imagine the plea in them, and in the back of his mind he noted that this was one of those worlds where this poor thing needed touch to ground him.
"I'm going to cover your eyes." With Quill laid in the grass, Phainon didn't hesitate to lift the cape he'd set aside, folding it crosswise until he had enough to block Quill's eyes and the top half of his face. His hands lifted Quill's head to slide the fabric beneath it, and deft fingers knotted the thing by the side of his head.
The glow of the fire shone over the bright blue that spilled over the grass. Phainon took both of Quill's wrists to press kisses to his palms, and as he drew them up over his head, his eyes darkened at the sight of the taut line of his body.
"Stay."
Like this Phainon tied the rest of the cape around Quill's wrists to bind them. His bonds were tight enough that Quill had little room to even rub them together.
"There you are," he murmured, hands firm as they slid down Quill's torso and crept beneath his clothes. "Poor puppy. Your master's here now.
"Listen to my voice." Caressing either side of his chest, Phainon's lips found the shell of Quill's ear. "I'm the only thing that matters. I'm the only thing in your world."
Quill's nails ran over the fabric of his simple clothes again. He stared ahead of him, red eyes glinting. To be nothing - turned - something so abruptly was always difficult, and it took time for more than basic function to return to him. The Quill - creature, as he knew himself, could speak ( though his voice was terribly loud ) ; could walk ( even if he preferred to slink along the ground like an animal ) ; and could feel ( more than ever, more than he wanted to ).
Suddenly, Quill dropped his hand. His gaze turned to Phainon, and a soft whimper left his lips. Perhaps tomorrow, shame would sent in, along with all of the other restrictive trappings that came with personhood โ but for now Quill possessed no knowledge of them. He crawled toward Phainon, maneuvered himself between his legs in order to be close, and buried his face in Phainon's chest. It was safe, and dark, and warm here. Quill trembled at the comfort that Phainon provided just by existing.
โ from @mycursedcaptain, unprompted.
Quill always was so fragile in the early days of his change. Even beyond the inherent fragility of anything in comparison to his own power, Quill was small-- if he pressed any tighter against him, he'd be at risk of disappearing.
Arm looping around Quill's middle, Phainon tucked him better against his own frame. Against the blaze that was natural to Phainon's constitution, the poor thing was freezing, and in quiet comfort Phainon ducked his head to kiss the top of Quill's hair.
"I've got you," he whispered. Phainon's sense of empathy left him a long time ago (and returned only when Quill fed on him, except he hadn't discovered that here yet), but they'd gone through enough cycles together for him to remember which words were comforting in nature.
Hand curving over the back of Quill's neck, Phainon's lips brushed his temple, his forehead, and his brows. "You don't have to think if you don't want to, Quill.
"That's what I'm here for." Nose pressing to Quill's hairline, he stroked the side of his neck with his thumb where a pulse should be. "Nothing can hurt you, I promise."
Yumina waves her hands in front of her as if to physically brush Phainon's apology aside. "It's fine. I was just a little surprised to see you," she says, her tone light and easy. If she had found someone in her room on the Express, her response certainly wouldn't be as easygoing, but there's nothing pointing to her origins here, nothing that could peel back the layers of gentle cheer to reveal the rot that flows through her veins.In fact, she probably ought to be more suspicious of Phainon's motivations for coming here, but if he were looking to gather information or snoop around, there were easier ways to accomplish that. Yumina steps forward onto the balcony, a soft breeze ruffling past them. In this city of gilding and marble, she expects that breeze to be accompanied by the scent of chamomile, aromatic herbs, and olives, but it never comes. It's another reminder that despite Amphoreus's aesthetic and linguistic similarities to Glaux and parts of the Ekklesia Galaxy, Amphoreus is separate and distinct, like a warped reflection or a location in a fading dream. "I'm going to meet up with Dan Heng later actually," she says with a smile. "All this daylight has affected my sleep, so he agreed to let me stay behind to try and rest some more." Resting her elbows on the balcony railing, Yumina glances at Phainon. "Are there any places in Okhema that you think we should see? Besides the dromas, I mean."
Yumina never gave the impression of someone especially menacing, but Phainon was surprised nevertheless by how simple her reaction to his presence was. Then again, what meagre belongings these visitors from the sky had were left untouched-- honestly, Phainon had only come here to feel more connected to them.
It was embarrassing thinking about it now, but he didn't want to burden them with his curiosity. Sometimes he could be too much-- Mydeimos had said that more than a couple of times, frowning at him all the while.
All that said, Yumina's question caught him by surprise.
"Oh." The you're asking me? went unspoken, but Phainon answered dutifully nevertheless. "Well... I would say the Garden of Life is another good spot to spend your time in. Most of the chimeras in the city like to lounge there especially, and they're terribly cute.
"You can always visit Chartonus to see what new crafts he's making, and maybe request something yourself." Thinking on it, Phainon rubbed his chin. "I think there might be a pottery class somewhere... oh, and this time of year" -- how strange it was to think there was a time of year in Okhema, when so much of Amphoreus no longer had the luxury of seasons -- "a lot of the children spend time in the farm areas to catch bugs, too."
He laughed, hand moving to rub at the side of his neck. "Sorry. I'm not usually part of the introductory tour groups, I don't know what the best spots would be... as I'm sure you could tell."
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[ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need :3c โ from @polyodynos, here.
Phainon blinked, turning from where he'd been gazing out into the city from the balcony of his new comrades' room. Seeing the Lady Yumina made his mouth curve into a smile, and despite the embarrassment at being caught, he shook his head.
"I'm sorry," he said then, "I know I'm intruding. I didn't think any of you were here..."
But he hadn't yet stopped thinking of how these new friends of his came from the world beyond the sky, even if it was probably best not to voice such things aloud.
"Did you not plan on going out into the city with Dan Heng?" he offered instead. Those two seemed attached at the hip, almost, and Phainon envied their closeness. "I thought you'd have gone to see the dromas by now."
[ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body โ from @achilleslumbar, here.
Phainon awoke slowly, becoming aware of the pain in his joints first before the rest of the world bled into focus. Chest rising as he breathed, he took in the sight of the night sky, and realised then that they must not have made it back to Okhema.
His gaze slid to the side, and his brows furrowed not because he didn't expect Mydei's presence, but because his hands were sunken into...
"Is that water?"
Phainon's voice was raspy, and the sound of it made him frown. Just how long was he out for his voice to sound like this? Or had he been louder on the battlefield than he thought?
Before he could think any more on the matter, something wet was pressed to his chest, and he flinched more due to the temperature than the pain. He could hear Mydei saying something-- likely some instruction for him to keep still, if not another stern comment-- but when the cloth Mydei held came back stained with glittering gold, Phainon's expression softened.
"Hey..." Reaching out, Phainon's hand curved over the warrior's knee. "You don't have to do that, Mydeimos. I'm okay."
Only in the middle of Mydei's cleaning did Phainon realise how bad the wound was. A few inches away and it likely would've gotten an organ.
well, he said โone thing before I graduate, never let your fear decide your fateโ
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[ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears โ from @chosenbymnestia, here.
Phainon hesitated, and he knew as soon as he did that Aglaea would notice it. Even beyond the powers her threads bestowed on her, Aglaea seemed to see right through him-- a harrowing experience to be sure, but also one that made him more certain than ever that she was the right person to follow. Everything the Lady Aglaea did was for a reason, even the things he couldn't understand.
That said, the question she offered to him hung heavy in the air. What do you fear, Phainon?
Ultimately, he knew there was no point in lying. But something about revealing any of his vulnerabilities made his stomach twist with unidentifiable emotion. Would she be more disappointed in his dishonesty or his fallibility?
Phainon's head turned away. Around them, the Garden of Life looked picturesque-- more so with the fact they were the only two there. Even in the eternal dawn, the fact most of Okhema's citizens had already retired to their dwellings made it easy to imagine they were surrounded by moonlight instead of sun.
It'd be romantic if he didn't feel so nervous.
"I wish I didn't," he ended up answering, laughing gently as he did as if it might help him seem less weak. With his arms folded over the railing, Phainon looked off into the distance, eyes tracing the shape of Kephale and the world on their shoulders. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered what the Worldbearer might fear.
"I think I fear too many things that're outside my control."
Phainon hummed. "Does that count as an answer?"
[ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms ( perhaps after Quill's burnt out from drinking his blood ?? ) โ from @mycursedcaptain, here.
The weight of what they did always came to Phainon much, much later, marked by the fall of Quill's unconscious frame into his arms. Exhaling slowly, the colour in his hair receded, each strand slowly losing its sheen of gold until all that was left was white once more. As he adjusted his hold on Quill's body, the bright yellow of his eyes melted back into blue. Head dipping, Phainon's nose brushed Quill's temple as he whispered soft assurances of what a good job he did.
There was a small crater left behind in the wake of their battle, but Phainon didn't care enough to look back at it. Cradling Quill's feverish body against him (golden blood was potent on its own, but Phainon carried the divinity of more than a million Titans inside him), he walked back to the abandoned village they'd passed two hours earlier. On their first walk through, he'd taken note of a home with most of its furniture still intact, and though he had to sweep broken shards of pots and plates aside with his boot, it was nice to have a bed to lay Quill in for once instead of making him lie in the grass.
Phainon wasn't sure when he'd wake up this time, but in his long life such things no longer mattered.
"I told you you didn't have to help me today," he murmured, brushing the hair matted on Quill's forehead aside to kiss the clammy skin. In the wake of their blood-induced fighting and fucking, affection always did come easier. Most days Phainon felt like he was chasing echoes, acting out some facsimile of what lovers did; now, with his eyes shut and his lips to Quill's flesh, the love in his chest beat true.
"Silly old dog."
Rising, Phainon shed the pieces of his armour off, leaving him in plainclothes when he moved to lie by Quill's side. Phainon manouevred him enough to spoon him, broad chest to Quill's back and warm lips against his sweaty nape (already, the wounds Phainon made when he gored his teeth in Quill's neck and clawed his sides had healed, but the Destruction seemed to always fix what Phainon broke).
Arms wrapped protectively (possessively) around his middle, Phainon pressed his forehead to the space between Quill's shoulders.
"I'm sorry I had to hurt you again, Quill."
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NAME: Phainon GENDER: Cis male SEXUALITY: Unlabelled MARITAL STATUS: Single ( verse-dependent )
BIRTHPLACE: Aedes Elysiae, Amphoreus CURRENT LOCATION: Okhema, Amphoreus
HEIGHT: 190cm ( 6'3" ) WEIGHT: 87kg ( 192lbs ) HAIR: White ( occasionally blond ) EYES: Blue ( occasionally gold )
SUMMARY: Ever since he was little and helping out in his parents' wheat fields, Phainon always had simple dreams. Any thoughts of heroism and adventure were tied to stories he would imagine with his best friend, but never in his life did he think he would do anything significant. Though he found protection and guarding to resonate with him-- he only wanted to be strong enough to defend his hometown-- the people of Aedes Elysiae assigned the moniker of "hero" to him, anyway.
In his early twenties, the Black Tide-- an all-encompassing wave of entropy and death-- came and swallowed everything he knew. Its touch made his world wither and all he loved turn to monsters, and Phainon had no choice but to kill to survive. Following the destruction of his hometown and his murder of everyone in it, Phainon felt no ounce of heroism. Still, he persevered, giving up any sense of personal will to carry the hopes and dreams of all those lost to the calamity instead.
After years of wandering, he found his purpose at the gates of Okhema, the last bastion of survival in the war against the end of days. Phainon initially served as a guard to the holy city in some last ditch effort to protect something, and as his reputation and skill grew, he eventually received an invitation to join the infamous Chrysos Heirs.
The Chrysos Heirs, following a prophecy to stop the Black Tide, both protected the people and aimed to kill Titans to use their powers to usher in a new era of peace, prosperity, and salvation. As an Heir, Phainon received training both in mind and body, becoming more and more powerful in his defence against the monsters that lurked in the Black Tide. Now he stands as one of the most powerful warriors of the city.
Unbeknownst to him, however, Phainon has also become primed by his mentors to be the last man standing at the end of the war. After all, the Flame-Chase prophecy states:
All shall bid farewell to one, and that person alone will witness the miracle.
And try as he might, Phainon is incapable of breaking out of Fate's grasp. The world is much bigger than he can compute.
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[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body
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THE DELIVERER | DELIVERANCE Their hopes have been forged into the hopes of many others. Were the circumstances any different, I would've made the same choice nonetheless. โ Kevin Kaslana; Hero's Memory 3: Crimson Ice
๐ก rules.
Don't be a dick.
IC =/= OOC. Please hardblock me if you think taboo subjects written in fiction reflect a writer's personal morals.
I am not, nor will I ever be, mutuals exclusive. Feel free to write with me even if you don't follow me and vice-versa.
I will not follow other Phainon blogs. I will not follow multimuse blogs with Phainon on their character roster.
This blog is canon-compliant regarding Phainon's characterisation. I'm happy to write with canon-divergent or AU versions of Star Rail characters as long as we've done some plotting beforehand.
Crosscanon and OCs, including Star Rail OCs, are loved-- please approach me! I'm willing to AU Phainon however necessary for the sake of RP. For the lulz, any "modern" AUs will have his birth name as Kevin Kaslana.
On that note, regarding Hoyoverse canon, I'm more than canon-familiar with Honkai Impact 3rd and Genshin Impact. I'll default to writing Phainon against HI3rd characters unless you specifically request Kevin-in-HI3rd-contexts from me, as I do view Phainon and Kevin as AU versions of each other.
Considering Phainon's overpowered state in canon, all physical fights must be plotted beforehand. He's hard to kill.
Shipping and smut are both OK. I'm 21+ and will only write smut with other 18+ writers. Phainon is monogamous, so any ships will exist in their own timeline separate from other ships.
I don't need build up and am willing to jump into ships without threading or extensive plotting, just let me know.
Not interested in writing bottom!Phainon or three/moresomes. Any other kinks are fine, extreme or not. Kinkshaming, including kinkshaming of taboo material, will result in an instant block without exception.
Open to being mains if we've written several threads together.
Yes, you can let me know if I owe you something and it's been a while. I don't think it's annoying, pressuring, or manipulative, and will appreciate the reminder.
PM me if you have any other questions.
๐ก shipping prefs.
General: M/M, M/F, M/NB all OK. Open to canonmates, cross-canon, OCs, AU versions of characters, etc. Will Ship: Cyrene, Aglaea, Mydei, Castorice, Hyacine, Welt Might Ship (i.e., probably needs some build up/discuss with me first): Stelle, Anaxagoras, Luocha, any canonmates that aren't in the "won't ship" category Won't Ship: Dan Heng, Caelus, Sunday, Ruan Mei, Sparkle, Bailu, Hook, Clara, Yanqing, Yunli, Tribbie, Trianne, Trinnon
