This conversation might help. Being close to Mydei might help. He’s uncertain, but those big arms squeezing around him and the gentle words make the edges of his determination disappear.
Sinking into Mydei instead, Phainon nods. ]
I’ll rest here, then. Move me where you’d like.
[ His face is buried in Mydei’s chest, mostly innocently. ]
I'm surprised Cipher isn't chasing you around with concealer.
[ Spoiler alert, it's Mydeimos who has the makeup in this house; that eyeliner doesn't knife point itself. ]
This is fine.
[ Talking sense into Phainon is tiring. Mydeimos keeps himself curled around Phainon like he can physically protect him from the nightmares, though, Fig Stew a warm presence on Phainon's back. ]
[ He feels warm here, a comforting one rather than the angry blaze. Safe, too. He knows Mydei will care for him, take care of him, as he has done so many times before.
He’s half asleep before he knows it, mumbling into his friend’s skin. ]
[ Mydeimos hums acknowledgement, gently stroking Phainon's hair again until he's sure the man is asleep. Only then does he let out a small sigh. ]
Perhaps I was wrong to wish for what we needed instead of what I wanted.
[ Would they accept a change? Phainon's continued happiness? He doesn't consider removing his memories; it would insult all that Phainon has gone through to make that decision unilaterally. Thoughts running through his head, he lets Phainon's warmth in his arms lull him into his own sleep. ]
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[ They’re not good, either.
This conversation might help. Being close to Mydei might help. He’s uncertain, but those big arms squeezing around him and the gentle words make the edges of his determination disappear.
Sinking into Mydei instead, Phainon nods. ]
I’ll rest here, then. Move me where you’d like.
[ His face is buried in Mydei’s chest, mostly innocently. ]
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[ Spoiler alert, it's Mydeimos who has the makeup in this house; that eyeliner doesn't knife point itself. ]
This is fine.
[ Talking sense into Phainon is tiring. Mydeimos keeps himself curled around Phainon like he can physically protect him from the nightmares, though, Fig Stew a warm presence on Phainon's back. ]
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[ He feels warm here, a comforting one rather than the angry blaze. Safe, too. He knows Mydei will care for him, take care of him, as he has done so many times before.
He’s half asleep before he knows it, mumbling into his friend’s skin. ]
Thank you… My dear Mydeimos.
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Perhaps I was wrong to wish for what we needed instead of what I wanted.
[ Would they accept a change? Phainon's continued happiness? He doesn't consider removing his memories; it would insult all that Phainon has gone through to make that decision unilaterally. Thoughts running through his head, he lets Phainon's warmth in his arms lull him into his own sleep. ]