[This... this is familiar. This is home. The way Mydei leans against his touch, the way they speak, how they both understand each other in a way that requires little to no words. The sacrifice and the burdens they carried back then, now no longer with them in this life.
Maybe one day he'll stop thinking he still has to carry as much as he had, back then.]
I— [Phainon looks a bit embarrassed before he shakes his head and laughs at Mydei's statement.] I've been fond of him, no— more than fond. I've wanted him almost as much as I've wanted you. I just... never really thought it was something I should do, you know? With how everything was.
[But there's a softness in how he keeps his touch on Mydei, how a weight on his shoulders seems to suddenly be lighter, for something he had never considered before. To have the chance for both, rather than forever feel stuck in between.]
When have you ever been concerned with 'should' and 'should not'?
[ the jab is gentle, fond, followed by Mydei turning his head a little more into Phainon's hand with a smile. he knows the answer to his question, of course, as duty colored their actions for too many cycles. who could blame Phainon for leaning back of old habits? on those things all but engraved into his very bones? ]
You no longer have to carry the world's burdens, Phainon. You are free to chase your own happiness rather than bleeding yourself dry to ensure the happiness of all but you. If that happiness lies with me and Anaxagoras then chase and claim it, hold onto it as tightly as you can.
[ he turns his head a little more, gaze locked on Phainon's face as he presses his lips to the man's palm. ]
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Maybe one day he'll stop thinking he still has to carry as much as he had, back then.]I— [Phainon looks a bit embarrassed before he shakes his head and laughs at Mydei's statement.] I've been fond of him, no— more than fond. I've wanted him almost as much as I've wanted you. I just... never really thought it was something I should do, you know? With how everything was.
[But there's a softness in how he keeps his touch on Mydei, how a weight on his shoulders seems to suddenly be lighter, for something he had never considered before. To have the chance for both, rather than forever feel stuck in between.]
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[ the jab is gentle, fond, followed by Mydei turning his head a little more into Phainon's hand with a smile. he knows the answer to his question, of course, as duty colored their actions for too many cycles. who could blame Phainon for leaning back of old habits? on those things all but engraved into his very bones? ]
You no longer have to carry the world's burdens, Phainon. You are free to chase your own happiness rather than bleeding yourself dry to ensure the happiness of all but you. If that happiness lies with me and Anaxagoras then chase and claim it, hold onto it as tightly as you can.
[ he turns his head a little more, gaze locked on Phainon's face as he presses his lips to the man's palm. ]