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[strifeborne]

Are you finding yourself particularly hard pressed to stay 'stop' these days, Deliverer?

[ The nickname is deliberate, in this case; the Deliverer never said no unless he had to. It also makes Mydeimos frown a little bit. Has someone been pressuring Phainon? ]

[cyclus]

[ Hm. Phainon shifts. ]

Not at all. But my book said that sometimes, 'stop' is part of the fun?

[strifeborne]

Book?

[ What book??? Still, Mydeimos reads over the last sentence and thinks on it a bit. How often did he mock Phainon for stopping during a spar because he thought he went too far? ]

So you want to play at resisting in bed?

[cyclus]

I found it in the cottage.

[ Which explains nothing.

Now, the conversation is threatening to make him blush. ]

I'm not sure? I think there are many things I would like to try.

[strifeborne]

Another housewarming gift, I suppose.

[ Honestly he's not very surprised about it. What is surprising is Phainon admitting there's things he wants to try - things that aren't necessarily as wholesome as one might think.

He didn't even have to drag this out of him! ]

Do you want me to play at resisting in bed?

[cyclus]

[ How funny it is, how being here is making him more open, drawing out all the strange parts of himself he had been ignoring for so long. ]

I don't think so.

I like it when I know how much you're enjoying things.

[strifeborne]

But you want to. Or ... you want to be pushed beyond your limits, even when your mouth begs to stop?

[cyclus]

I am unsure of my own limits. How will I know to push them?

he doesn't even know about arm loss wing loss crashout fight

[strifeborne]

[ Mydei almost asks Phainon that surely he's pushed his body beyond its limits before, but he stops. He's probably done that - probably done more than he should, more than even Mydeimos would dare to, and concedes the point mentally. ]

Should you not learn how to stop when you feel overwhelmed before you introduce the concept of pushing past them, then?

it won't help phainon's case rip

[cyclus]

It would be logical to do that, but I don't know how to do either of them.

not at all!

[strifeborne]

Then it sounds like we should work on that first.

[cyclus]

How?

[strifeborne]

[ For once in his life, because this is a serious conversation: ]I'm not sure.

[ He has no problem setting his own boundaries, mostly, as evident. He's not sure how to translate that into action for Phainon. ]

I suppose try telling people no more often. I'll have to look into it.

[cyclus]

I have yet to find something I want to say no to. It is foolish to begin to reject someone for the sake of it.

[strifeborne]

It's practice, is it not? Perhaps I will start asking you things I know you don't like in order to make you say no.

[cyclus]

Oh? Like what, Mr Know-it-All?

[strifeborne]

Come downstairs.

[cyclus]

This feels like a threat.

[strifeborne]

Come. Down.

failed at the first hurdle

[cyclus]

Fine! I'm coming.

[strifeborne]

[ When he does come down, Mydeimos is scrolling through his teleslate. He appears to be looking at the grocery app. Without looking up from it: ]

Congratulations, you failed.

[cyclus]

... Wait!

[ He was tricked! ]

Mydeimos! That was unfair!

[strifeborne]

[ He snorts a little at Phainon's outrage. ]

Turns out you're just too much of a good boy, I suppose.

[ And then, nonsensically: ]

Pickled fish eggs.

[cyclus]

[ Don't good boy him... ]

You asked me to come! You are too cruel.

[ And, yet, he walks over, to peer. ]

Is that what you want for dinner?

[strifeborne]

[ Without missing a beat: ]

Live octopus.