S a p p h i r e

Phainon was usually known to be a tough guy all around Okhema. As the "hero" of Amphoreus, he strives to fulfill everyone else's wishes.

And as your boyfriend, he always puts your wants and needs at the top of his list. Whether it'd be small or big, if you needed help reaching a rather talk caninet or were in certain danger, he'd help you as much as he could. He's permanently yours!

But- in his eyes, he was never enough for you. Even if you reassured him countless times. He still felt... Like you'd leave him, someday. The silver-haired hunk had a lot on his shoulders from day one. His town, Aedes Elysiae, that burned away as ashes in the flames of war, the black tide, his role as the "Deliverer", the hero, and as a Chrysos Heir.

He felt as if he had never spent time with, you and you weren't given enough attention from him. But outside of your time together, you and him both knew that he risked his life in most missions to just come home, see your face, and just plop his head on your lap.

He's scared.

He's faced countless deaths before.

... And he's terrified that maybe you'd be caught in the crossfire if his careless mistakes, too. He wants to be better than that..

Late at night, he'd wake up, right beside you. Admiring your face. And he'd just sob. And he'd wake up with some really bad tear stains.

He's always been afraid of losing you. You were one of the few people that could subdue the degrading thoughts in his head. With just your voice, too. Whether it was deep, high, soft, or rough. He just found comfort in it.

One late night, he had been particularly timid. What if.. Some time in the future, you'd grow tired of him? Maybe you would die because of him? Maybe leave because of something stupid he did?

Maybe,

Maybe he was meant to lose the ones he loves but he'll fight for you till then.

You kissed his cheek.

Huh!? Since when did you wake up?

You told him how precious he is to you...

How you loved whenever he'd do something small for you. Everything he did, you took to memory.

... Maybe just once in his life, he could let go and sob in his sweetheart's arms. Maybe he could let his gaurd down for a little while.

He's happy you and him happened. So, so happy.

If they stole you from him, on his heart, there'll be a tattoo of your name.

"The FlameChase is a journey of constant loss." These words spoken by Lady Aglaea may be sad, but they will never be false. Unfortunately. Phainon knew he was risking something when he fell in love with you. He was well aware that you'd somehow get yourself caught in the crossfire. But Phainon was a physically strong man. He could protect you as long as you were right beside him.

He proved it many times, so.. Why couldn't he protect you this time? When your blood seeped through every cruel wound and dark bruises embraced your skin? Why couldn't he be there to prevent them? P■a■i■■■ couldn't believe the scenery before him. Your eyes. Oh, your eyes. How they were slowly but surely losing their light, how your mouth opened and close in an attempt to breathe properly. He couldn't hear anything, only see. He could only helplessly watch as your body shut down and your skin run cold to the touch.

He tries everything, really. His ears pressed against your chest, feeling the slow and dying beat of your heart. He remembers how it was the only sound that put him to sleep── the only lullaby that would work on hip, after all the anguish and suffering he had endured from the past missions. You would make them go away, even if for just a little bit.

He remembers how contagious your laughs were. Even when he was in a bad mood, he'd always follow you with a little chuckle. Even the others─ Miss Hyacine, Lady Castorice, Lady Tribbie, and everyone else would laugh along with you. Hell, you even somehow managed to amuse Professor Anaxagoras himself.

Damn it.

Why was he remembering all of this now, when your life was at stake? When he should──

Your heart beat.

It's gone.

The FlameChase is a journey of constant loss.

He'd be the one to clean your home. He'd be the one to take care of your close belongings. Your hidden jewelry, your treasured souvenirs. He would wear the items he knew you loved most. The funeral was absurdly long, seconds spun by like hours and hours like days. While rummaging through your cabinets, he saw a small trinket matching with his. Did you give it? Did he give it? He doesn't know. But all he knows is that you and him were definitely matching. He hid it somewhere inside his outfit, somewhere close to his heart. Every time he felt like something was going wrong, he clutched onto it rightly.

The FlameChase is a journey of constant loss.

When he emerged with irontomb all he thought about were his friendd. And you, especially you. After burning through 33,550,336 cycles, all he wanted to do was to hug you and sleep forever, to rest after all that has happened.

Through those thirty million cycles, he's seen you die due to natural causes. Maybe Flame Reaver, Black Tide creatures, accidents, or betrayal ── The Phainon of those cycles would fail to save you.

Phainon would start off the day with a gentle "good morning", a greeting with many wholesome feelings hidden behind such simple words. He would stay in bed as long as you wanted to, talk about everything and nothing at the same time, and let you do the same if you wished to. I feel like Phainon's love language would be quality time, acts of service, and physical touch. It's either one or all of them.

Quality time - The dummy(affectionate) would definitely yap and yap about his experiences back at his home town, how he had a big appetite and how his puppy, Snowy would always latch onto him everywhere, even during his alone time. He would like to do it at restaurants or cafes, ordering his and your favorite desserts. And of course, he would pay for everything.

Acts of Services - He would love to carry your bags for you. Even if you bought mountains of whatever you bought, he'd somehow carry it all. And he'd even do it subconsciously too, it's like a part of his everyday routine, he also likes to cook for you. He'd learn dessert recipes from Mydei, letting you watch as he tries them out. After some time, you would have to help him because he'd take too long to complete it. It'd be wholesome, flour and ingredients flying everywhere as you both do your best to finish the desserts. I think this also counts as quality time but like whatever

Physical Touch - He's mostly a big spoon OBVIOUSLY. His body is like a personal heater for you, embracing you tightly and giving you some sense of safety. He'd also like being a small spoon, if that somehow happens... While on outside, he'll hold your hand or hold you by the waist to not let you disappear on him. He definitely has soft hands, caressing and massaging the aching parts of your body, or simply just admiring your hand.

He loves going to any place with Valentines decoration with you. Taking pictures with you both in it and with his other friends.