[ his previous experience has him expecting the worst, bracing himself for Phainon to make some sort of excuse and flee from him again. so it is surprising when he doesn't, when Phainon looks at him with painful realization and instead tells him that he is right.
that surprise writes itself across Mydei's face, across his body language, the marks of frustration disappearing from him in a series of rapid blinks. the fire does not fade, however, but his grip loosens as Phainon talks admitting to his faults and foolish decisions that had lead them to this inevitable collision.
it feels unfair to take his frustrations out on the man now, it feels wrong to be angry at him, at that soft smile that keeps showing up in his dreams. in flashes of memories that are too short to make sense of but feel heavy and important. ]
HKS...
[ the word comes to him instinctually, demanding to be spoken despite Mydei barely understanding what it means and the weight it carries spoken to Phainon of all people. the hand on his, those bright blue eyes, all at once he feels his chest tighten with a feeling he almost fears to give a name. their beginning had been a poor one, had lead to this frustrating stand-still, and now he wants to begin again? ]
Phainon of Aedes Elysiae. [ then Mydei will give him want he wants because it is something he wants as well. he wants to latch onto the thread that binds them and pull it in, understand why he finds himself so tightly bound, why so much of his memories feature him, why─ Mydei exhales as he shifts closer, gently placing his free hand against the man's cheek. ] My name is Mydeimos. I was born in Sparta, Greece to Gorgo Alexandros but my heart whispers of the mighty Castrum Kremnos.
[This, for the first time, isn't something he fears talking about. He's comfortable with being honest, with telling the other exactly how things were. That to rely on him and trust him takes off such a weight that he didn't even realize he'd been wearing it in the first place. He'd laugh if the scenario were a bit less caused by his hand, but better late than never, right?
Of course, Mydei's instinctual scolding of HKS just makes Phainon grin wider, because it's familiar. It's a warm feeling, something he was berated with time and time again for being himself and the Kremnoan not knowing what to do with him half the time. It was a constant that he grew to enjoy the more he heard it, if only because it brought a sense of normalcy compared to the burdens the two of them bore upon their shoulders.
At the reintroduction though, Phainon blinks when Mydei puts his free hand on his face, feeling his heart practically leap into his throat at the touch. He swallows, finding a bit of laughter escape him, desperately wanting the other to realize just how intertwined they really are.
How much he still loves him, even after 33 million instances and a whole new life later.]
I hope my haunting hasn't been too awkward. [Dork. He does nod, though, his hand on Mydei's squeezing just a little.] We did spend a lot of time around each other, once you came to Okhema with your people. Even before you and I were on the Flame Chase, we interacted plenty. A lot of the time it was either in sparring or being somewhere to just talk with each other.
[Maybe this may help Mydei start to get an idea of how things were, once upon a time.]
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that surprise writes itself across Mydei's face, across his body language, the marks of frustration disappearing from him in a series of rapid blinks. the fire does not fade, however, but his grip loosens as Phainon talks admitting to his faults and foolish decisions that had lead them to this inevitable collision.
it feels unfair to take his frustrations out on the man now, it feels wrong to be angry at him, at that soft smile that keeps showing up in his dreams. in flashes of memories that are too short to make sense of but feel heavy and important. ]
HKS...
[ the word comes to him instinctually, demanding to be spoken despite Mydei barely understanding what it means and the weight it carries spoken to Phainon of all people. the hand on his, those bright blue eyes, all at once he feels his chest tighten with a feeling he almost fears to give a name. their beginning had been a poor one, had lead to this frustrating stand-still, and now he wants to begin again? ]
Phainon of Aedes Elysiae. [ then Mydei will give him want he wants because it is something he wants as well. he wants to latch onto the thread that binds them and pull it in, understand why he finds himself so tightly bound, why so much of his memories feature him, why─ Mydei exhales as he shifts closer, gently placing his free hand against the man's cheek. ] My name is Mydeimos. I was born in Sparta, Greece to Gorgo Alexandros but my heart whispers of the mighty Castrum Kremnos.
And you haunt my every step.
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Of course, Mydei's instinctual scolding of HKS just makes Phainon grin wider, because it's familiar. It's a warm feeling, something he was berated with time and time again for being himself and the Kremnoan not knowing what to do with him half the time. It was a constant that he grew to enjoy the more he heard it, if only because it brought a sense of normalcy compared to the burdens the two of them bore upon their shoulders.
At the reintroduction though, Phainon blinks when Mydei puts his free hand on his face, feeling his heart practically leap into his throat at the touch. He swallows, finding a bit of laughter escape him, desperately wanting the other to realize just how intertwined they really are.
How much he still loves him, even after 33 million instances and a whole new life later.]
I hope my haunting hasn't been too awkward. [Dork. He does nod, though, his hand on Mydei's squeezing just a little.] We did spend a lot of time around each other, once you came to Okhema with your people. Even before you and I were on the Flame Chase, we interacted plenty. A lot of the time it was either in sparring or being somewhere to just talk with each other.
[Maybe this may help Mydei start to get an idea of how things were, once upon a time.]