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Mydeimos

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Mydeimos

Mydeimos

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breaks this in. @deliverer

[cyclus]

Mydeimos! I've found some training blades!

@charmingwomanhood24

[strifeborne]

Too afraid to get your ass kicked in hand to hand, Deliverer?

[cyclus]

... Is this really you?

[strifeborne]

[ No response at first, just a selfie - Mydeimos out in the snow, scarf pulled up to cover his nose. ]

Who else would it be??? I gave you my contact info.

@deliverer / this is so funny after the thread above

[cyclus]

Could I ask that you not come home for an hour, Mydeimos?

@charmingwomanhood24 he's been ousted

[strifeborne]

[ ??? ]

Not a problem. Care to elaborate why?

[cyclus]

I have a guest visiting.

[strifeborne]

Hm. I take it from the request this isn't just a cordial visit.

@deliverer

[cyclus]

Mydeimos. Might I ask you a personal question?

@charmingwomanhood24

[strifeborne]

You may ask, though I may also choose not to answer.

[cyclus]

Still with that username, I see...

How many times have you died?

[strifeborne]

[ What an easy and yet loaded question. ]

I lost count many ages ago. Why?

@deliver

[cyclus]

Mydeimos.

How much do you remember?

[strifeborne]

All of it.

[ Wait. ]

Were you not aware?

[cyclus]

No. I was not.

a delivery.

[cyclus]

[ Phainon had missed the whole 'Valentine's Day' thing thanks to all the texting and celebrations and everything around being busy and not focused on celebrating, so he is making up for lost time.

Mydeimos will find a gift left on his bed, in a small box decorated in red paper and a gold ribbon.

Inside the box is a gift: a small cat plushie, with its fangs stitched on, a set of fancy bath soaps, and some chocolate.

It's left with a forget-me-not flower, and a note saying 'Happy Valentine's Day! - Phainon. ]

@deliverer

[cyclus]

Mydeimos. We're moving, so pack Fig Stew's things!

@charmingwomanhood24

[strifeborne]

What's wrong with the apartment? Did you damage it.

[cyclus]

What? No! Of course I didn't, and how shameful of you to ask!

@deliverer; a few days after the house move

[cyclus]

Mydeimos. Do you have a safe word?

@charmingwomanhood24

[strifeborne]

[ man who has definitely had kinky sex but was never properly educated on it: ] A safe word for what?

[cyclus]

For sex. If you want things to stop, or slow down.

action; post move

[doloscolo]

[ It was already a common occurrence for Cipher to break into Phainon and Mydei's apartment to lounge or snooze on their couch, and sometimes even one of their beds. Now that they all live together? She definitely frequents Mydei's room more often.

It doesn't matter that she has her own room; there's just something more comfortable about sleeping in somebody else's bed. Maybe it's that comforting scent that follows Mydei. Or maybe it's the plethora of pillows he's gotten for her, and that she's dragged to his bed. Maybe she's still just settling into the new house; an anxious energy driving her to curl up in a perceived safe space.

Not that Phainon or the Cat King's bed aren't safe spaces. It's just. Complicated. It's easier for her to slink into Mydei's.

Either way. She's there. Curled up in something of a messy nest of pillows and his sheets because why not. It looks like she nodded off while scrolling on her phone. ]

kibby cuddles

[strifeborne]

[ The bed the apartment came with has been removed, traded out for a large dark chestnut four poster draped in Kremnos red and gold; critically, it's big enough to house at least three people of Mydei's size. The bedroom walls have been painted that same red as well, giving the room more of a den-like feel when the sun doesn't hit the window.

After this many lifetimes, he's not at all surprised that Cipher prefers a stolen bed to her own. Something about being easier to flee a space that isn't yours, maybe; he doesn't think on it too hard, and just makes sure there's enough pillows in the comically large bed to support her and Phainon if they both end up in it at the same time.

He enters the room and spots her immediately, Fig Stew an orange beacon on where he's sprawled over her legs. He lets out a soft huff, affectionate, as he walks over. ]

I thought I heard a cat scratching around.

[ His voice is gentle, but it's loud enough to wake her up unceremoniously if she's really asleep. ]

healing...

[doloscolo]

[ Fleeing to a space that isn't yours... yes, that sounds about right. Because, sometimes, no matter how many things Cipher stuffed into her space it would still feel hauntingly empty. Hollow. Something crucial was missing that she just could never get her paws on. In Okhema, it would be at the tips of her fingers just out of reach. Outside Okhema, there was nothing. Nothing would fill that void. In Decadia, she finds a glimmer of it with the others.

Again, that warmth. The smell. Feeling Fig Stew twitch in his sleep or adjust to his comfort. The sound of Mydei's voice as he returns, just as she expected he would. Just as he was supposed to. She won't put a name to it, but now there are traces of it everywhere.

Cipher chirps, lifting her head with a sweet little "mrrp" upon being roused from her nap. It wasn't a very deep sleep, but her voice is surprisingly thick with it. ]

Oopsies~ you caught me. You're not gonna kick me out, are you?