「 the winged insect and the funeral pyre 」 - masterpost ☽
You expect him to be mollified, after a few swipes of the inside of his wrist against your neck to smear his scent along your skin. As you feel the tension begin to bleed out of him, you start to let go of his hand and step away. He steps towards you. Mydeimos doesn't retract his wrist. Your neck feels hot enough, already. You stumble against the archway, nervous titter in your throat, the heavy press of his skin against yours. Heart a trapped bird inside your ribcage. But you don't fly, you don't flee. Why is that?
☽ relationship: phainon/reader/mydei
☽ wordcount: 21.5k
☽ tags: omegaverse, polyamory, mating/heat cycles, afab!reader, alpha!phainon, omega!mydei, beta!reader, ambiguous relationships, mild angst (?), hurt/comfort, heavy smut
☽ header art: 来自 失眠者苍 的微博
☽ chapters: part i | part ii | part iii
☽ read on ao3
