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idk if any of my red shoes oomfs are still here after 5/6 years but i have the stronger urge to reread red shoes ever after again but at the same time i havent read it since i graduated high school andi i finished college and am WORKING now so idk how i can do it without cringing on dialogue and writing AHAHA
A sequel or prequel to Phainon's nightmares. The cycle of the emanator's prison repeats itself.
Reading the other fic is NOT required to understand this.
Tw: Illness and blood. Angst central but also fluffy?
"Well, you certainly broke his nose." You held Phainon's face in your hands as you began to pour power into him. He jerked as you snapped his bone back into place in and began to heal it. Mydei stood behind him arms crossed and only looking slightly guilty. "Only breaking that bone this spar is a good record though." Phainon's nose had finally stopped bleeding. Mydei only let out a chuff-like sound at your comment.
"It was a good hit!" Phainon complimented once you had let go of his face. He stood up and brushed to grass off his knees.
"Did you really have to go for his pretty face?" You asked Mydei who only scoffed.
"He can take a hit. It will teach him not to leave his defense down." Phainon turned to the other man and smiled. He wrapped his arm around the other's shoulders.
"I guess we know what happens when two unstoppable forces meet each other." He laughed as Mydei looked annoyed. Well, annoyed to those who did not know him. All three of you knew the he was soft and squishy beneath his rough exterior.
"Well, now that the both of you are done sparring, how about we find out what happens when two unstopable forces meet an unmoveable object?" You turned to the sparring arena and began to causually walk over to it. Mydei and Phainon shared a look before catching up to you.
You were known to be as immoveable as the earth. A battle medic you may have been, but any who tried to attack you on the battlefield was met with a destructive defense. It was a dangerous get to get close, with your hits having enough force to liquify titankin. If your hits didn't kill, the plants would. Nature was always at your beck and call. You were as skilled as both Phainon and Mydei.
As the spar began you focused on trying to get Phainon out of the arena. While Mydei would be a tough oppenent on his own, Phainon would expose weakness in your defense. He was the brains, as you would like to think. Not that he couldn't hit hard, though.
For ten minutes you held your own against the two men, and your stamina was wearing unusually thin against such brutal attacks. Then you finally saw it, an opportunity to kick Mydei out of the field. It was a split second choice, but you hit the man in the stomach with your shin and flung him just outside and sandy arena. You had to contort and move out of the way of Phainon's sword. He let out a light hearted laugh at Mydei's misfortune.
"Haha! Seems I win this bet." He dodged one of your hits and glanced at where the other was sitting up. He faced you and gave a smile that meant he was up to something. You were both breathing heavily and he charged at you. You prepared yourself for a sword strike and braced yourself. Instead of the sword strike, you were hit with his whole body as he tried to tackle you. Letting out a noise of surprise, you balanced yourself so you would not fall.
He could hear your breathing as his head was near your ribs. Why did it sound so wet and like you were struggling? Feeling your hands wrap around him to throw him off, he wrapped his arms beneath your bottom and lifted you up onto his shoulder. He felt you let out a surprised laugh. Your feet were no longer on the ground and you gave half hearted hits on his back.
"What are you doing!?" You laughed. "This is a spar! You best put me down!" He sauntered over towards the edge of the arena where Mydei watched. "Phainon, do not." You struggled more in his grip. You would not willing go down lile this. Phainon did not falter in his movements. You let a sigh and went limp when he arrived at the edge. You had accepted your fate and loss.
He continued foward and dread filled your bones. There was only one place he was taking you. The pool. Mydei stood and followed, looking slightly smug. You recognized the tiles as your impending doom approached. You struggled again as Phainon laughed.
"Prepare yourself!" He spoke as the edge of the pool was mere steps away. He stopped at the edge of the deep end of the pool. "Are you ready?"
"No! Mercy! I surrender, don't do it!" You pleas were met with cold water rushing around you. Sweet heavens, it was so cold. Your head came above the water and you gasped. You gave a glare to Phainon. You locked eyes with Mydei and he gazed at Phainon. Mydei shoved Phainon and the other male fell into the pool with a surprised shout. Mydei snorted and jumped into the pool behind him.
The day went by more smoothly after that. You all continued to enjoy each others time in what was one of the few days off you had together.
You slept snuggly between both men that night. You had felt unusally tired that evening and fell asleep first. It was rare for you to end up in the middle, Phainon usually ending up there somehow. Even if it was a warm night like tonight, you all still slept together. The blanket was optional, however.
"They still aren't breathing right." Phainon spoke softly to Mydei who was still awake. He had his head on your chest. Mydei scooted down a bit to lay his head between your stomach and ribs. He listened for a few moments.
"It has been getting worse." He replied quietly. "I noticed it a few weeks ago."
"A few weeks?"
"I thought it an old injury, but they sound worse." Neither said much after that. Perhaps it was an injury getting better, or it was something more. Tonight they would not worry.
But, the illness grew worse as you continued to treat the injuries and illness of the people. Unbeknownst to you, the abundance in your body was beginning to change it and you. It was morphing your body and forcing it to adapt. Soon enough, you would have a heavy gaze upon you. Soon, you would bloom.
You heaved into the bucket that laid by your work desk. The illness you had was worsening and since the arrival of the Flame Reaver, you had worsened. Between the stress of dealing with the Reaver and your ever growing amount of patients, your body was quickly struggling. Flowers were all that came up this time. It hurt to have them come up, but relief was always near. The plant by your desk began to bloom suddenly.
The heavy weight of something was keeping you awake at night. Was it the illness, the coming doom?
You coughed once more and were unable to catch your breath this time. You coughed until your vision was blurry and you felt like you were suffocating. You hardly felt the hits to your back or heard the voice talk to you.
You finally spit up the bloody and bloomy vine that had worked its way you your throat.
"I need you to breathe." Phainon's voice was soft in your ear and you struggled for breath. You tried to follow the way he was breathing but you were still coughing. There was someone kneeling in front of you between the tears. You found breaths between coughs before finally being able to stop coughing.
How had you ended up in Phainon's lap in the floor? You were laying sideways on his lap and Mydei was in front of you. Mydei grabbed the vine gently and wiped the blood off the flower.
"White flowers." He murmured to himself. He seemed unsure of what to say next. He was worried and it showed, but he had never been good at expressing how he felt kindly. "Are you alright?" It felt like a stupid question to ask, but it was the only one he knew to ask.
"I feel better, I think." You licked your lips to try and ease the dryness.
"We need to get you home." Phainon said behind you. "You won't be much good in this state." Mydei lifted you up despite your protest. You had patients to treat with little time available.
"Clean up the mess." Mydei ordered the outside nurses who had huddled around your office door worridly. "And not a word to anyone about this." Phainon was on your other side and they took you back home.
The crushing weight of reality was upon them. They would lose you soon.
Weeks passed and things began the fall apart. The heirs were dying and you were struggling with trying to keep your people from falling apart. You continued to try and run towards the battle between Mydei and the Flame Reaver. Your powers leaked onto the bloodied and ruined buildings causing white flowers and vines to grow onto the dead world.
"Mydei!" You cried out at the sight of your fallen husband. Where was Phainon? As you sprinted towards his prone form you were forced to dodge from an oncoming strike.
You lept away from the attack and landed by Mydei's body. The Flame Reaver had won.
"Oh, it is always you who haunts me last." His voice was unfamiliar to you. You laid a hand on Mydei's stomach, still facing the enemy. He was gone, but you wanted to hold out hope. "It is no use." You were quick to dodge the power that came your way, thick vines wrapping around the man's feet and trying to break bones. He sliced them in half.
"You both haunt me, but it is mercy what I give." Thick roots came to your defense as the battle began. He would pay for this. Even in your weakened state you managed to remain unmoving in your strength. It only took one misstep and you were gone.
You had the man pinned to the ground when he managed to drive the summoned sword into your chest. You landed a hit that should have killed him but only broke his mask.
"Phainon?" You whispered as the mask broke to revealed the dead eyes of you other husband. The gold ring that shone around the iris was something new. His smile didn't reach his eyes.
"In a way." Another sword came down onto your back. "Its amazing how we ended up on two seperate paths with the same amount of power. This is a mercy." He spoke, tears streaking down his face. "I know you'll both forgive me, you always do." The final sword struck down and plants bloomed from your corpse as the planet refilled with life. White flowers bloomed at every chance. An emanator of abundence was killed by the hands of a Lord Ravager. Your blood began pooling on his face and it hurt so much but he needed you both gone. He needed to break the cycle and escape. White covered his vision and he felt himself at the mercy of it.
Phainon jerked awake again. He was between the two people he loved most and he could only sigh in relief. Another nightmare, just wonderful. He tried to calm himself and wipe the tears away. Tight arms prevented him from sitting up. Mydei always has a death grip in his sleep. Your head laid on his chest as you were curled against him, breathing softly. It was not wet nor were you struggling. Why was he so worked up? It was a nightmare nothing more.
Just a nightmare and nothing more.
The Flame Reaver watched his other half quietly from the far building outside the window. The cycle begins again. One was in paradise, the other in hell. He would escape from this prison you helped create. He just needed to patient. He would ignore the jealous feeling in his chest and plan again.
