hi, everyone! i'm gaile! most of you (or not) probably know me from my archived account, @/raidengaile! i'm back from the deepest depths of writer's block to actually get my shit done and write again!
to those new to my blog, hi! welcome! feel free to interact with me! i actually adore and love it! hope you guys stay patient with me!
WARNINGS: possible grammatical errors and typos, there's no word for “beta read” in the kremnoan language, holy mischaracterization, might be ooc, all in all just fluff
NOTE: idk my pity guys, i jst wrote this as a sort of ritual to get mydei. ANYWAYS! i love you mydei pls come home >~< !! i tried my best to keep this in character but i think i kinda failed. for me guys, mydei is the greenest flag of all greens hands down. and i'm a phainon fan. that must mean something, right?
》 bulletin board | also available on ao3!
Mydei's love roars. It burns.
He doesn't yell it out loud, no. But his love makes its presence known slowly—a collection of stolen glances, a hand lightly resting on your waist, and huffed out confessions that didn't sound forced, more like he was trying to find confidence from within. And when he grasped it, he pulled it out with each word that escaped his lips; creating a roaring blaze that leaves both of you red and hot in the face.
Mydei knows he's not exactly great with words. That's why he proves his love using his actions.
As a Chrysos Heir, you know that his schedule is full and his responsibilities unforgiving, weighing heavily on those muscular shoulders of his. However, he never fails to make time for you. He cooks for you thrice a day—breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Oh, you want something else? don't even worry your gorgeous self about it. You want snacks? don't go out buying them. He'll make it for you. If you're carrying too much—his hands and arms are free to use. He'll gladly give himself to you, if you'll let him.
Mydei shows his trust to you in a way you didn't expect.
With his arms around yours, Mydei allows your hands to wander—to his arms, his waist, and behind his back. He allows it. That gentle caress and the warmth your palm emits, all on top of his weakness. The tenth thoracic vertebra. Instead of pushing you away, he soaks in your attention and your touch. He believes that all moments he shares with you are priceless. These moments of vulnerability are one to cherish, not to grow afraid of. He trusts you wholeheartedly.
You've got Mydei wrapped around your finger.
He doesn't mind it. You're his lover. Someone who will stay beside him until the end. Someone he'd spend the rest of his life with (if not for his immortality). His loyalty was unmatched and his love was infinite. He was yours and you are his. No amount of fights and arguments both of you had and will have will change that.
If there's a chance in the next life…Mydei hopes to see you again. Start this story from scratch and make you fall in love with him again.
You're one of the best things to ever happen to him. A world without you…is certainly a dull one. He's used to your laugh, your voice, your smell, and your presence. Kingslayer be king, godslayer be god, let a lover be hopelessly in love in this life and in the next.
WARNINGS: possible grammatical errors and typos, might be ooc, slightly intimate but not really THAT intimate, phainon is OBSESSED. this js very short guys, like 300+ words :shrug:
NOTE: this might actually become a small series!^^ i actually need to write to get rid of my long-term writer's block guys😭💔 ANYWAYSSS, if you have a character in mind, jst ask me! heheq
》 bulletin board | also available on ao3!
Phainon savors the way your lips touched his. It was light. It was teasing. But he lets out a choked whine, immediately seeking your lips once more as his hold on your waist tightens by just a fraction, enough for you to feel his desperation. His need for your attention. Phainon wanted it all.
Phainon breathes in your scent, pressing his nose against the space between your neck and shoulders and just…takes a long, deep breath. It anchors him. It reminds him of home. It reminds him of love. Your scent keeps him sane, away from unnecessary and negative thoughts that come along when he's had a hard day.
Phainon stares at you almost everyday. There's a certain longing and hunger in his eyes as he eyes your curves, his jaw clenching because of how your clothes always seem to emphasize it. It didn't matter what clothes you're wearing. He's always staring. He feels his heart race whenever light hits your face at just the right angle. “Perfect”, he whispers to himself. And before he realizes it, he's already making his way to you.
Phainon touches you as if letting you know what was going through his mind. Right now, he wants to worship. So that's what he does—his hands wandering around your form. He caresses and he traces your skin with his hands and fingers while whispering praises just right next to your ear. He wants you to know how your body is his temple and he's just a lowly servant admiring his partner's divinity.
Phainon loves your voice. You could be saying anything: yapping about the foods you like, cute animals you watched online, some random recipe you wanted him to try—Phainon will listen with devotion. You think he's learned to tune out everything around him when you're speaking. He did. Not like you can do anything about it. At least he's listening.
