— (𝒐𝒇) 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏.

indie phainon of hsr 💙 written by quiet.

[eothines]

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∞ ✧ low activity warning; be aware of slow replies! 12.09.25 ✧ reworking pages & tags! please pardon my dust.

[luxgalador]

cute first date ideas: hand-to-hand combat

[saintfallen]

cycles.

[thefellomen]

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[eothines]

I'll be tackling my drafts and prompts when I fully wake up (I might even eep more first fjdndn), but I wanted to extend a warm welcome to my lil handful of new followers. I see you and I'm so excited you're here! Please expect me to come give you a friendly little poke in a day or two! 💙

[eothines]

            I can do this, I thought.             Then: And even if I can't, I have to.

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[eothines]

busts down your door

[eothines]

@pyrakanthaa ✧ unprompted

"There you are, Deliverer boy!" And there Cipher is, standing at the highest point of a ruined wall, tail flicking back and forth in irritation. "What'd you run all the way out here for, hm? You know Mommy Aglaea gets worried when you spend too long out of her sight."

He pauses mid-swing, his flushed face tilting up toward the sound of a voice coming from somewhere overhead. Though it cuts cleanly through the quiet enough to give Phainon a mild start, it doesn't dull the sharp focus in his eyes until his distracted mind is able to register who it belongs to.

Ah... There Cipher is, indeed, staring down at him with a look on her face and a twitch in her tail Phainon can only interpret as annoyance. He doesn't know why it makes him feel so sheepish when she looks at him like that--like he was a boy being admonished for snooping where boys shouldn't--but it does.

"Miss Cipher," he calls back to her, the steel of his sword gleaming silver in the light of the Dawn Device as he lowers it. He feels his mouth curling naturally at the corners to form the polite, practiced smile he often put on for most, though this one pulls a little more taut than he likes. From exertion, he tells himself, wiping the sweat trailing down his jaw. Or worry.

"You sound... inconvenienced," Phainon pauses, rolling his shoulder to ease the momentum he built behind his swing before it was interrupted. He likes to think he chooses his words carefully whenever he finds himself in Cifera's company, but this time he can't help but lean into his impulse to tease her--if only lightly--with the hope to ease some of the tension that seems to hang perpetually between them. Maybe he really wasn't any better than a cheeky boy when she was around. "I must have wandered farther than I realized. Please, accept my sincerest apologies. I didn't give you or Lady Aglaea cause for worry, did I?"

[vancreux]

𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘  to  jump  sans  hesitation,  jagged  rocks  eagerly  awaiting  to  pierce  soft  flesh  (   if  he  could  even  call  it  that.  )  however,  phanon's  voice  reached  his  ears  &  his  plans  to  test  his  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲  had  quickly  been  shattered.  why  the  hell  was  he  here  ?  wasn't  he  supposed  to  be  with  aglaea  ?

mentally  cursing,  he  crossed  his  arms  over  his  chest  as  a  sour  expression  formed  'pon  his  visage.  he  assumed  that  by  now,  aglaea  had  flagged  his  behavior  as  odd  ──  so  much  so,  that  she'd  probably  begin  to  keep  tabs  on  him,  or  order  the  deliverer  to  do  it.  ❝  don't  play  hero.  i've  no  need  for  you  to  follow  me.  ❞

though  the  sound  of  phainon's  voice  breaking  made  him  feel  an  inkling  of  guilt,  𝐭'𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐭𝐨  𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐲  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭  𝐨𝐟𝐟  𝐚𝐭  𝐚  𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.  ❝  i'm  not  going  anywhere.  you  on  the  other  hand  should  be  with  aglaea.  so  get  moving.  or  do  i  have  to  spell  it  out  for  you  ?  i  need  my  𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞  time,  deliverer.  ❞

[eothines]

His companion's chosen words hollowed something inside him that virtually tilted the very ground upon which he stood, as if he'd been physically been struck. Catching one of Mydei's great fists with his ribs would have been a kinder punishment. Bruises and broken bones were easy enough to recover from. But this--Phainon knew by the way his hands shook--would not be. A gap was opening inside his chest, its burning, corrosive edges gnawing at what was left of his waning composure. He could feel it.

'Playing hero'… Was that what he was doing? Mydei said it like it was a bad thing. And perhaps it was. But take that away from 'the Deliverer', and what was he? A wildfire, maybe. Something that could barely maintain its shape, desperate not to burn and consume the things it loved. Every single one of the Heirs knew, including Phainon himself, he would be no better than that black-robed swordmaster without being pushed toward 'playing hero'--and the thought alone was enough to make his stomach twist.

As the world began to blur around the edges of his vision, Phainon was less aware of his eyes growing wet than the ember catching inside the gap that crumbled wider still. It was a tiny thing, at first--that little lick of flame; his helplessness turning to what he knew best. To heat. To anger.

"You always know exactly what to say to hurt me, don't you?" Phainon tried to laugh, but the sound was thin in his ears and quickly cracked under pressure. Of course Mydeimos did. Some days Phainon caught himself wondering if his companion knew him better than he knew himself.

For several strained moments, all he could do was stand there, his jaw setting and chest heaving with the effort it took not to lunge at Mydei. Not because he wanted to hurt the crown prince of Castrum Kremnos, but because he was desperate to close the distance forming between them with something familiar, like the equal exchange of blows.

"Please, just walk with me?" he tried another approach instead, willing his voice not to waver any more than it already was. "You're my friend… Don't push me away."

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  fluffy  dialogue  prompts  so  soft,  so  sweet,  just  for  you!  )

❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜

❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜

❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜

❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜

❛ it’s better with you here. ❜

❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜

❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜

❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜

❛ i knew you would be here. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜

❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜

❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜

❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜

❛ is that my shirt? ❜

❛ this is a good look for you. ❜

❛ pinky promise? ❜

❛ c’mere, you. ❜

❛ honey, i’m home! ❜

❛ you remembered? ❜

❛ you’re my family too. ❜

❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜

❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜

❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜

❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜

❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜

❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜

❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜

❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜

❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜

❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜

❛ seeing you happy is all that matters. ❜

❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜

❛ i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried. ❜

❛ you feel like home to me. ❜

[eothines]

what type of lonely are you? ✧ loneliness of the lover

you were born into your loneliness, your family always had better things to love. you're a hopeless romantic, of your friends there's only one or two you haven't fallen for. it's a pattern, you don't want to think about that, though. every person you get close with, your heart locks them into your life. the chains are too tight, or too heavy because they always become overwhelmed and leave. you're too much, a violently bright fire trying to be held by gentle human hands. it's no wonder you burn them. you just aren't meant for love like humans are.

tagged by @bishonenprince ♡ tagging @sungracd & @pyrakanthaa's cipher!

[jameszanoni]

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[eothines]

@vancreux ✧ they sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ climb a mountain together

The climb was certainly an arduous one if the Nameless Hero could hardly will himself to stand. Not even his penchant for putting on a show of bravado for Mydei could keep him on his feet. And to think it was only the first day...

"Come. Sit for a while," he called to the prince, only peripherally aware of his companion likely skulking around somewhere nearby. Rain-lashed and weary, Phainon made little effort to hide the exhaustion etched into the lines of his face as he sought rest near their campfire. Heavy droplets slipped from his snowy hair as he held his numbed hands to the heat, his eyes fixated on the way the flames swayed and curled with a life of their own. If there was any hope of finding reconciliation with Mydeimos for all their recent headbutting, Phainon hoped to find it here, in the midst of yet another trial. "We can leave as soon as the clouds break."

[andrivete]

Marie Howe, Adaption

[bishonenprince]

@eothines

[velkia]

>19:00 - Take Mydei to take a bath.

>23:00 - Take Mydei to take another bath.

[vancreux]

@eothines

[sungracd]

At some point it seems their book had become less and less interesting as their attention shifted instead towards the dozing Phainon against their shoulder.

He's heavy, as a fully grown soldier who wields a greatsword ought to be, but in a way that's strangely comfortable. Like a warm, weighted blanket. Or maybe more accurately a gentle giant of a dog you'd rather risk suffocating you than disturbing his rest or that sweet little face. A dog whose tail would surely be wagging near constantly given his easygoing nature, so naturally Adrian can't resist pampering him like one.

That is until something feels amiss, a little warmer, the weight against them a little more rigid. He could easily be dreaming of course, but... Adrian has a sneaking suspicion.

Gently, unsuspectingly, their book is set aside to free both hands — their arms swiftly grabbing Phainon to pull him close, holding him hostage as his cheek, forehead, anywhere within reach is bombarded with lipstick and kisses until he surrenders.

[eothines]

Oh! If it isn't the way Phainon tenses when he feels Adrian shift that gives his thinly veiled secret away, then it's the way his face scrunches beneath their sudden barrage of kisses! He breaks into bright laughter easily as he braces himself steady against their sneak attack, unembarrassed by the color of delight warming his cheeks or the lipstick smudges each of Adrian's kisses leaves behind. He wears them--every single one--like a badge of honor.

"Okay, okay!" Feeling his resolve to hold his ground quickly wane, he bends toward them the way a sunflower bends toward the sunlight and circles his big arms around their little waist. He tells himself it's to anchor himself to their side, though deep down he knows it's for the simple pleasure of holding them close. "You caught me."

(actual photo of phainon leaving adri's house--)