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★Anaxa★

He doesn't blush. That's what he claims and will try to convince you of at least. But it's always clear when he's flustered because of just how defensive and argumentative he gets. I mean, he is argumentative to begin with but when flustered it practically doubles as he desperately tries to hide his real emotions.

Blush wise, he gets the slightest dusting of pink across his cheeks, a faint rose in colour.

★Mydei★

He tends to cling to you when he's flustered, always grumbling things under his breath that he refuses to repeat (They are definitely compliments or petty complaints about how you are 'too cute') For a man who is so quiet he sure has a lot to say all of a sudden.

His ears are a raging alarm bell, always giving him away, and if he's really flustered the deep crimson starts to trail down his neck.

★Phainon★

Phainon, ever the drama queen, buries his face in the nearest object he can find, weather it's your shoulder, a pillow, or a table he's scrambling to hide his face. When he's flustered he suddenly loses the ability to speak and resorts to squeaking noises.

A blushing mess when flustered. its covers his face, nose, ears, neck, his whole face stained a bright pink.

★Cipher★

Cipher becomes a tangle of embarrassment when she's flustered. You'd expect her to through back some sly remark but if you manage to truly catch her off guard its quite the sight. Tail flicking behinds her, ears pressed back against her head as she chokes on her own words.

Her nose and cheeks are what gives her away (Along with her ears and tail) she flushes a pretty coral tone.

★Aglaea★

It's nearly impossible to fluster the demigod of romance and if you do manage too she doesn't give you any signs, she'll shamelessly flirt back and you end up being the flustered one.

꩜Anaxa꩜

You honestly didn't even really mean to call him by a pet name, well kinda. You wanted too just to test the waters but when it actually happened it was more of an automatic thing.

Whatever he was saying at the time your words completely shut him up, which is surprisingly rare. Once Anaxa gets started ranting he's not gonna stop until he's debated himself into a corner or he makes a new discovery.

Regardless, he sort of just stares at you for a second, he doesn't look dumbfounded but you can tell he's feeling something similar.

the dead silence of the room is enough to make you nervous before you breaks it with a sharp, almost threatening tone, "What did you just say?"

You try to brush it off telling him you didn't say anything but he hits you with that disappointed teacher, "Uh uh, tell me the truth."

And you do cause when he looks at you its like he's staring into your soul and the consequences of lying outweigh the cost of the truth.

"Was that so hard, dear?" The shit-eating grin he lets crawl onto his face was both infuriating and adorable. Not that you could do anything about it with the way your head is spinning.

Maybe that wasn't so bad after all.

꩜Cipher꩜

Your hands where carding sort of mindlessly through he hair at the moment. You where admiring the way her silver hair shined under the light.

You didn't even register the fact that you had called her by a pet name when you asked her to tilt her head a specific way so you could braid her hair.

"Don't call me that." Cipher mutters under her breath as her tail swished nervously.

"Sorry." you mumble and let the awkward moment be tense for just a moment longer before continuing the motions of your hands.

With Cipher you had to go slow, be understanding, wait for her to be ready. And you would be.

because you loved her. And if that meant working through her fears with her than you would stay by her side until she conquers them.

꩜Mydei꩜

There really isn't a story when it comes to Mydei it all feels more like a natural progression than one certain moment.

If was just one moment through it would have to be the first time you called him 'my prince'--jokingly of course.

The two of you weren't together at the time but you still remember the way a furious blush climbed up his neck and over his ears. He tried his best to blame it on anything else really. The hot weather, just having finished training, or whatever other excuse he could make up.

It was cute--seeing such a mighty warrior so flustered.

After that though you calling Mydei 'my prince' became a regular occurrence. He got used to it pretty quickly and it just ended up being a joke between the two of you, it still is.

꩜Phainon꩜

"Hey love, can you hand me that plate?" you say pointing at a dish sitting alone on the kitchen table.

"woah woah woah, say that again." Phainon's quick to say, while already moving to do what you asked, his excited eyes still fixed on you.

"can you hand me that plate?" You ask again confused.

"no before that."

"Hey?"

"After" He drawls impatiently.

"Love?"

"Yes darling, beloved, love of my life?" Of course he has to go the extra mile.

You hear the clink of a plate sliding into the sink before his arms wrap snuggly around your waist.

When you meet his eyes he has that dopey grin plastered on his face, "Can you say it again." he pleaded like a little puppy.

"Yes my love, I can say it again." You giggle as small kisses plant themselves over your cheeks and nose, really anywhere he could reach.

Mydei

꩜He figured it out through your actions. They way you move at just a slightly more sluggish pace than is typical. Your spacing out a bit more and taking more time to get ready in the morning. You don't make your coffee that same meticulous way you always do.

꩜He doesn't obsessively stay by your side even if your on his mind constantly right now. He can't deal with the idea of you being sick. He does spend the day taking care of you and doing all the chores so you have nothing to worry about however.

꩜He'll spend the day crafting a well balanced stew or soup, well spiced but noting that will bother your already recovering body. He'll make sure you get the proper nutrients even if you have no appetite but still satisfy those sweet cravings you get, a little bit wont hurt after all.

꩜He will gently comb back the sweat slicked locks of your hair and tie it up away from your face so its no longer stubbornly clinging to your skin when your fever finally breaks.

Anaxa

꩜Found out through you telling him, he wouldn't push for you to stay home even if he's worried, you can take care of yourself (That's how he rationalizes it at least) He pretends not to care. Weather he is scared of showing you he cares or scared of caring for someone in the first place, who's to say.

꩜He doesn't show his worry through words but its obvious in the way he chooses to work from home that day. He glances at you more often then usually, checking up on your condition through a glance.

꩜Sometimes between your naps you'll wake up to a new medicinal concoction at the bedside along with your favorite cold drink. There is an ice pack on your head that you can't recall falling asleep with.

꩜Will lay in bed next to you just watching, making sure your okay. Only once you're truly asleep will he let himself place a gentle kiss on your forehead or softly caress your hand.

Phainon

꩜He figured it out before even you did. He was able to pick up on the subtle crinkle to your voice and instantly pinned you as sick forcing you to stay home for the day and let him take care of everything and he refuses to take no for an answer.

꩜You cant get him to stay away for more than a few minutes at a time before he comes wandering back to your side like a lost puppy. He cant help it. The worry and anxiety just eat away at him and all he can do is pace in circles when not in the same room as you. He cant lose you, not you.

Mydei

The bed is warm and comfy with the blankets still wrapped around you, as haphazardly as they may be. The only thing that would make this better was if the other side of the bed wasn't dreadfully cold.

Sunlight trickled in from the blinds as your eyes finally opened. It want him that woke you up but the smell of food.

Warm and fresh. It smelled like devotion in small acts.

Love.

You managed to drag yourself into the bright kitchen, the sight of Mydei cooking gracing you first. Fluffy stacks of pancakes presented neatly lay on plates by his side.

"Good morning, I made breakfast." Of course he knew you where there.

"For yourself?" you blink dumbly

"For us." he corrects, voice velvety smooth.

Cipher

Your form lay peacefully on the bed, perfectly comfortable. Cipher lay beside you staring straight up at the ceiling thousands of thoughts spinning through her head.

Her eyes are constantly darting between your soft, sleep expression, and anything else in the room.

Oh the intense debate that is morals.

In the end she gives into what she wants--she always does.

She carefully positions herself so that she's on top of you before violently shaking you by the shoulders.

Your eyes are flying open within seconds as they fumble to adjust to the still dark room, save for the moonlight shining through the curtains.

"What time even is it?" You mumble groggily, hand lifting to rub sleep from your eyes.

"uhh two in the morning!" Cipher responds sounding all to chipper.

"Insomnia?" You take a wild guess (as if this has never happened before)

The fact that she doesn't answer is an answer in itself. You just sigh and look up into her eyes that hold so much mischief.

"lets find something to do." You offer, if its what she wanted, you would stay up with her until she got sleepy.

“Come on~” You whine slightly, a pout making it’s way onto your lips as you poke him lightly in the shoulder, “just one spar and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Fine.” He grumbles reluctantly, “But don’t start crying when you lose.” You can’t help but smile at his familiar scowl.

“You’re the one who is gonna be left crying.” You retort playfully with a tug on his hand; intent on pulling him to the training grounds.

He responded with a light roll of his eyes and let himself get pulled along despite the fact he could have easily overpowered you, had he wanted too.

The familiar arena peaked out from the horizon as you two walked on, the sun baked stones having long since lost their colour over the years. Now the only thing painting them were the stains of battle.

You stepped into the worn stone arena taking in the familiar sight. Your boots scuff up dust as you walk, the motions deep ingrained habit from all the time you've done this.

hands tighten leather straps, sharpen the crisp steel of knives and survey the area, and the opponent, for any weak points.

Mydei moved next to you with the casual grace of someone who never leaves the battlefield. "You're stalling." he noted gruffly as he cracks his knuckles under brass armor.

"I'm not stalling." you defend yourself, "I'm giving you time to say a solemn goodbye to that stubborn pride of yours." You stretch your arms over your head with an exaggerated yawn.

He tsks lightly, "Big words for someone so small." he answers gruffly. But you aren't one to back down that easily so you fight back, "And yet I still keep you on your toes."

Taking a few steps further you turn around and ready yourself for the coming fight, skin running over the slightly warm rubber of your knife handles, a deep breath leaving your lips.

Your eyes meet his easily, a familiar challenge twinkling in the golden orange eyes of dawn ahead of you.

The world narrows down to nothing but the two of you, steady breaths, light shifts of stance, a faint hum of tension threaded through the air.

In a second that thread snapped and Mydei was lunging at you.

You moved on instinct twisting left to dodge his strike, the ground bursts up a cloud of dust at the slide of your foot. You swing your arm around, a feint strike more to test his speed than something aimed to hit.

The steel clashes into the brass of his gauntlet small sparks spraying from the impact. You watch as a slight smirk creeps up onto his face, taunting and effortless.

He pushes you back and you use the momentum to pivot, grounding your heel and letting the force carry through your body rather than against it.

The next strike comes quick, causing you to block on instinct, easily falling into the familiar dance of metal and impulse.

Mydei lets a small laugh escape him, not mocking you but simply alive with the thrill of battle. Its a wonderful sound that has you hesitate for just a moment, but one moment was enough.

In that second your ankle was kicked from the side knocking you off balance and sending you to the floor, dust raising around you with the impact.

Mydei's shadow blocks out the blinding light of the sun above his face smug as his arms pin you to the hard floor, "Do you yield?"

"Like hell I do." you spit back trying to ignore the suddenly very fluttery feeling in your chest and the slight flush on your cheeks that was definitely not from the fight anymore.

"Really?" He taunts from above, dipping lower so his voice is hot against your ear, "Cause you don't seem to be fighting anymore."

He pulls back just enough to look at you, smug grin plastered on that stupidly handsome face, and the air stills for a moment. Your heartbeat the only thing filling the silence.

And by the next moment you are giving into your desires, hand curling around his necklace of gold and sapphire pulling him closer.

His lips crash against yours, nothing gentle, it was a continuation of the previous battle. Tongues fighting for dominance, both of you struggling to breathe beneath the lust of it all.

He tasted like iron and honey, all at once predictable and something you would never tire of.

You only pull back when he nips at your bottom lip and you are greeted with the most wonderous sight.

The prince of Kremnos panting above you, ears flushed a deep crimson and lips swollen. You took a moment to appreciate the sight and catch your breath, a playful remark on the tip of your tongue.