I was listening to Phainon's theme song for the 100th time and thought about a angst-filled moment between he and his love interest (the reader) and I just HAD TO write it!!
Warning: Death and lots of angst!
Synopsis: The reader is corrupted by the black tide and Phainon holds into them in their last moments alive
Each cycle had a different road. But always the same result.
Death and destruction. It mattered not what he did or how many times he tried to deviated from his pre-planned path. It always ended the exact same. Even your life and inevitable death he had to witness just as many times. Seeing your lifeless body on the ground in a pool of your own blood became part of his sick routine. Millions of times he had gazed upon your body, feeling a tightness in his chest at the sight of your usual bright eyes now vacant.
But this cycle was different for you. And for him in one of the worst ways possible. Usually, you died from various stab wounds. Sometimes in your chest, straight through your heart. Or your throat slit cleanly, spilling a fountain of your life essence that shimmered against your skin in Kephale’s rays. This time, though, you hadn't died at the same time you always had. You survived and continued fighting even against the many powerful odds. Then…
You had gotten corrupted from the black tide.
When the corrosive black blemishes hastily crept up your skin, hungrily swallowing the bottom-half of your body, Phainon couldn't bear to leave you. Letting you die alone—so painfully slow—wasn't something he could stomach despite the previously cycles. Your body’s warmth was slowly seeping away as he held you close to his chest, letting you hear the rapid beat of his grief-heavy heart. He whispered breathless reassuring words into your ear, even if it seemed like you could barley hear him. Then, with a voice littered with pain and droplets of hopelessness, you weakly croaked out, “After Era Nova…when we’re all finally reborn into the new world’s dawn…will you look for me…?”
Phainon’s courage waned for a moment, flickering like a candle’s flame. He found himself contemplating to tell you everything in these final moments. To tell you the truth behind Amphoreus and its existence. But then…he looked into your eyes. Still so full of hope he always silently admired from behind his earnest smile. Full of a strange twisted contentment despite the black tide eating away at your body. Full of life even on the brink of death. He choked up another sob, his muddled mind racing between what choice to make. In hindsight, it wasn't a horrible thing to do. In the next cycle you would forget all of this.
"All shall bid farewell to one, and that person alone will witness the miracle.”
He Wouldn't. This burden was his to bear alone.
“Yes,” He lied, letting the tears fall onto your chest, a wave of sadness crashing into him. You breathed a sigh of relief. A long, labored sigh.
You weakly croaked , “I can’t wait…”
Phainon hugged you closer, catching whiffs of your scent. No matter the cycle, Phainon always struggled to let these words spill from his lips. He, instead, stole glances of you. His eyes lingering longer than intended whenever you were in the bustling market courtyard of the holy city. Or having light conversations with other civilians, sharing your usual bright smile that made his head spin. You were radiant. You reminded him of the dawn he strived for.
Phainon regrettably made sure to avoid you when the world began to fall. He would see you, slumped against a wall, bloodied and gone. And he would kneel down, planting a single warm kiss on your cold forehead.
So the next words that came from his mouth were ones he would also regret later on. But for this moment, it was worth it. So…he let himself melt. Just this once.
His heart strained seeing you let the sudden words sink in. His eyes burned with tears that fell silently into the voice of the the black tide’s corruption. The warmth of your body was rapidly fading, replaced with a stinging icy coldness as if he were holding ice. Echoes of the past cycles played in his mind, an unwelcome collage that harbored nothing but a bitter aching pain in his chest. Your millions of smiles. Your millions of laughs. Of your eyes that blazed with passion and set his heart aflame.
He felt your hand weakly grasp onto him. You looked so much more frail now. And that conviction only made him want to stay longer with only you.
You flashed the same smile that disarmed every part of his exterior, "I love you too…Phainon. I always have… “
A bitter laugh tore from his throat. There was so much more he wanted to say. But as the last embers of the tide burned away. Ready to free you from this miserably slow death, he gripped his sword like a lifeline. With eyes that promised a new resolve and mercy, he mustered up a fragile smile. “I will see you again….next cycle…”
It was a quick swipe. A quick plunge straight into your chest before the black tide could reach it. You let out one last choke cry. And Phainon watched as the last of your body dissipated, making sure to closely watch each particle of you slowly float and fade into nothingness in the air. In that moment, a silent promised was woven in his heart. For the remaining cycles, no matter how painful it would be, he would make sure to find you. And hold you close as the world ripped itself apart around him.
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