#ikhorcrown

Any sign of tears would have already turned into water vapor at this point, but the point alone still stood that Mydei could see that he was crying. His body at this point slowly became so imobile as he could hear nothing but the voice inside of his head pushing him to go further. To collect the coreflame and rinse and repeat the same process over and over again. It never got easier. It seemed like this time however Mydei had steped closer and instead of initiating battle with the Deliverer who was threatening him for his coreflame, did he show concern. Khaslana's body trembled as he felt the touch of the Strife demigod around him - wondering just how he wasn't burning alive already what with his body tempature reaching that of the blazing sun itself. He dosen't deserve such comfort ... yet here he is. Falling right into his hold as his eyes can't stop pouring out the tears that soon just evaporate away as soon as they hit anything.

❝ Why are you doing this now of all times … ? ❞

❝ Mydeimos ... You know, no matter how many times I've killed you, each and every time my heart still belonged to you. ❞ No matter how distant and detached I was from the world, my feelings for you never changed much like the nickname you've given me. Of course Phainon was speaking for both him and Khaslana, he too being apart of the Deliverer cherished Mydei so much despite everything. A warm hand caressed at his cheek, feeling at his rough skin that contrasted to his soft skin...his body tempature may have been much warmer than it usually was, but it wasn't anything the Kremnoan wasn't use to. He remembered the words Mydei would always tell him constantly over and over in certian loops. How this was truly his fate because Mydei only had ever told him about his weak point - and in the end he didn't hold any grudge twords him. ❝ I may have not become the dawn I set out to be... but I became the hero everyone always believed in. ❞ It was what he was truly proud of. Even if he got assitance from the Trailblazer, everything was all over...he could truly be with the one man he loved so much. Leaning in did soft lips ghost over chapped ones, whispering softly. ❝ Arn't you so proud of me .... My beloved? ❞ he'd ask, before pressing a gentle, passionate kiss upon his lips.

mydei reaches out, carefully taking phainon's left hand in his. the golden signet gleams in the gentle light of the dawn. " but i don't want to fight you anymore even if it is just a friendly contest. i have given my blood to your deliverance more times than i can imagine. i don't want to give my soul to you in the same way. " // @ikhorcrown

Phainon let out a small chuckle at how Mydei always explained the ways of his people. To be honest, hadn't the two already done that amongst the millions of cycles? Be it the times he actually killed him, or the recreation of the original Kremnos Festival. How they fought for ten days and ten nights, just as Mydei's parents had. The fact that it ended on a tie meant that like Eurypon and Gorgo, they were both perfect matches for eachother. And even when it came to killing him in the other cycles ... it was just as when Eurypon killed Gorgo.

As his hand was taken did his gentle cerulean gaze lift up to meet with Mydei's, seeing the tenderness in the warrior's eyes. As the singnet upon his ring finger glistens in the dawn, so did those beautiful optics sparkle. ❝ We've done this millions of times you know Mydei … and each and every time I have found myself falling in love with you. Even when it came to killing you it was just as fate went between them. But here and now - we can change things. We no longer have to fight to express our love for one another. ❞

" khaslana. " voice is soft as he sees the subtle shift of the eyes and downturn of the lips, tired as he always is after 33 million cycles. he wonders if bringing him forth was phainon's doing or if something stirred deep within the old soul to awaken him. it doesn't really matter to mydei.

he simply cuts a piece of the pancakes, making sure to get a good amount of honey and strawberry onto the fork as he holds it out for him. " try it. " // @ikhorcrown

He perked up. Khaslana was always use to hearing people talk to Phainon, always loving him more...which he never really minded - but Mydei was speaking just to him. Dull cerulean hues, devoid of life went wide with his full attention given. This was the last thing he expected, especially coming out so softly... Before he could question what the Crowned Prince wanted was he met with a forkfull of the sticky sweet pancakes - the ones Phainon would always eat, his mouth filling with saliva from the small scent - but that was his body doing it naturally. Atleast Khaslana knew it was safe... Mydei had cut a piece off for him, he was wanting him to try it - Khaslana. He looked down, cheeks just turning a soft shade of gold as the color trickled over his face. Soft lips parted as he leaned in, wrapping them around the fork ... the sweet taste of honey and strawberries hitting his tastebuds. And his eyes lip up despite how dull they always were. For once he was experincing tastes he never had before..It wasn't bland or ashy, no he could taste the mix flavors, and being in Phainon's body did he absolutely love it. Pulling back to chew and swallow it.

❝ It tastes … delicious. ❞

Georios' Heir wouldn't go so far as to say that this was a formal excursion of the usual sort, but when a warring city-state threatened the safety of the Grove, it was only sensible to at least assess the situation by dispatching two of Okhema's strongest fighters to survey the situation. Perhaps it might seem pointless when Aglaea's golden threads could see all, yet a reminder of the power they wielded was sometimes enough to deter the bold.

It wasn’t something that would ever be said to the Kremnoan king’s face without fear of justified retribution, but it was a tangent Georios’ Heir couldn’t help but think. There was a delicacy to Mydeimos he wondered if the man was aware of, a softness that few others didn’t necessarily see. One would think that a ferocious battle was the last place anyone would think such thoughts, but in being attuned with all of Amphoreus’ people, it gave him certain insights into the psyche of people that they themselves didn’t sometimes know. 

The earth quaked as tectonic plates buckled upon Dan Heng’s meteoric descent upon a Titankin, an explosion of dust was ejected upon impact, and awesome waves rippled through and sent several more Titankin skyward from the rapidly shifting turf. In the rising dust cloud, a jagged field of bloody crystals bloomed into a savage garden that met them in their fall and viciously impaled what was left of their foes. Hopping onto the perimeter of the crater dozens of feet across, Dan Heng faced Mydei as Strife’s Heir panted, lividly coated in golden blood. 

It was with a strange softness that he closed in on the ragged man, curled fingers lifting Mydei beneath his chin so he could better inspect the man, quietly studying soft contours and softer features that almost looked as if they didn’t belong to a fierce warrior of Mydei’s caliber. A hand splayed over Mydei’s fluttering heart, healing energy flooding a resilient body that normally didn’t require it. 

A fugue overcame Dan Heng as he became consumed in the heavy chugging of Mydei’s pulse, tail swishing behind him like he was stalking prey, honing in on the vulnerable skin at the column of the demigod’s neck where blood rushed by, its heat beckoning him. Lips brushed by soft skin, fangs lengthening, breath ghosting against flesh that could yield so easily—

“What’re you doing?” Mydei murmured, swallowing thickly, as if affected by the immense tension that could be cut through.

Of the Chrysos Heirs, Dan Heng had quietly felt that he, Mydei, and Phainon were perhaps the most destructive combatants.

The earth was scarred with deep and wide craters, jagged waves tearing through the land where their strikes had connected and tectonic plates had buckled and upheaved in yet another one of their violent spars. Trees had been torn and toppled, massive boulders smashed and littering the ground like they'd been harvested from the earth. While Dan Heng had thought causing a rocky avalanche to bury Mydei had been one of his better counterattacks, the collapsed cliffsides briefly made him reconsider.

Fully gandering at their own handiwork, Dan Heng blinked and cleared his throat awkwardly.

mydei wraps his arms around khaslana, chin resting upon his shoulder. " how do you feel? " the king's voice in barely above a whisper as a hand splays across his burning chest. " have you found room for anything other than hatred? " // @ikhorcrown

Mydei's presence was always so welcoming...how much he relished the Prince's arms wrapping around his torso and feeling his fingers against his burning torn up chest. His eyes are empty as ever as he remains silent, purely lost in thought. ❝ With you here now my heart does feel a bit lighter . . . ❞ He'd murmur.