๐/๐: your sister dies and to protect your family's pride you marry phainon instead, angst, you think phainon is the culprit, unfinished because I can leave you all hanging
๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข'๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ: suck it up fuckers-!! I left it unfinished at the end with only 10345 words with spaces.. I had no interest in finishing this anymore bitches.. Enjoy my last fic before I switch to another fandom..
Phainon had never been one to hesitate on the battlefield, but in the drawing room of House Elysiae, he had faltered. That day had begun with promiseโyour sibling laughing beside him, tracing the rim of a teacup with delicate fingers, already dreaming aloud of the future. Of shared travels, of quiet days. Of building something lasting
Then the illness came.
Your sibling withered before his eyes, and when the end came, they had only enough strength to whisper your name.
โTake care of them,โ your sibling had said. โPromise me.โ
Phainon had promised. Gods, he had meant it.
But he hadn't meant this.
You didnโt cry at your siblingโs funeral. Phainon remembered that, how you stood beneath the low sky, head bowed, a ghost in your own right. It was only later, the family desperate to honor the pact and avoid scandal, turned to you. Out of duty, out of tradition, out of grief warped into obligation.
He had said nothing. Not yes. Not no.
The air in the garden of the Elysiae estate smelled of dusk and lavenderโa scent Phainon once loved. Now, it suffocated him.
Golden drapes fluttered in the wind as nobles and strangers alike filled the marble pavilion, their voices a soft murmur of congratulations and expectation. Phainon stood at the altar, his hands clenched behind his back, the ornate cuffs of his coat biting into his wrists. Beside him, you stood silently, the very image of grace and restraint.
He did not look at you. He couldnโt.
He was supposed to marry your sibling, not you. Words like โeternal bondโ and โchosen devotionโ spun around him like vines, choking him with every breath. He glanced at you thenโjust onceโand you were already looking at him. Not with hope. Regret.
โThis wasnโt meant for us,โ he continued, the truth bitter on his tongue. โI canโt love you the way you deserve. My heartโฆ it still belongs to someone else.โ you clutched the bouquet in your hands tightly, the slender line of your knuckles turning white..you hated this man. For stealing every minute of your sisters life leaving none for you, oh how you hated this man for stealing the last moments of your sisters life leaving you to only see her dead on her bed by the time you got to see her.
He hated this too. The forced union neither of you wanted, the pain it brought up in you both.The priest continued with the ceremonyโthe words blending together into a dull hum. Phainon forced himself to look at you again. Your gaze was cast downward, your expression carefully neutral. Yet, in the way you stoodโjust a bit too rigid, just a bit too stillโhe could see the emotions you fought to conceal.
Phainonโs voice was low, barely above a breath as he said his vows. The wind caught the edge of his coat, whispering through the silence between you like an apology he couldnโt speak aloud.He didnโt reach for your hand. Didnโt dare.
But he turned his headโjust slightlyโso that when your eyes lifted again, they might meet not in judgment or expectationโฆ but recognition. I know, that glance said. I know this isn't yours either.
And for a heartbeatโthe smallest fraction of oneโthe weight on his shoulders felt less like duty and more like something softer: regret shared instead of burdened alone.
Then the priest called their names together as husband and wife.
He watched as you immediately left the altar as soon as the priest left.
The room erupted in applause and soft laughter. Some approached him to offer good wishes, but Phainon barely heard them. He watched you hurry away, disappearing into the garden labyrinth
He was tempted to follow. To chase you down the gravel paths and find some semblance of truth in the chaos.
But before he could act, he was interrupted.
"There you are, my boy!" a booming voice called out.
Phainon turned to find your father approaching, a fake smile plastered across his face.
"Quite a wedding, isn't it?" the old man said, patting Phainon on the back. "Never seen you so serious, you know."
Phainon fought the urge to roll his eyes. As if he had any real choice in the matter."It'sโฆ grand," he forced himself to say.
Your father chuckled, oblivious or just uncaring about the tension radiating off Phainon. "Oh, yes, and the best part is yet to come! You just wait."
He can't be serious, Phainon thought."The best part?" he echoed, trying to keep his tone cordial.
Your father's smile widened. "Of course! Tonight is your wedding night, after all."
Phainon's mind raced. Gods, he had almost forgotten about that. The thought of a traditional wedding night filled him with dread. Intimacy was the last thing he wanted.
He was pretty sure you wouldn't let him touch you. You hadn't even looked at him during the ceremony. The thought of spending the wedding night, let alone a lifetime, with someone who actively avoided him nearly made his chest ache.
But your father was still here, eyeing him expectantly. Phainon knew better than to refuse outright.
"Of course," he forced himself to say. "I wouldn't dream of neglecting myโฆ responsibilities."
Your father slapped him on the back, completely missing the bitter irony in Phainon's words. "That's the spirit! Make sure to show your lady a good time, eh?"
Phainon gritted his teeth. As if she'd let me.
But he kept his reply simple. "I'll do my best."
The moment your father turned away, Phainon's mask of obedience cracked. He exhaled sharply through his nose, the weight of this farce pressing down on him like a physical force.
His eyes flickered toward the garden path where you'd vanishedโtoward whatever solitude you were seeking. A part of him wanted to follow anyway, just to say what little could be said: I know. This isn't right.
But another partโthe one that still belonged to someone elseโheld him rooted in place.
Instead, he lifted his wineglass and took a long sip. The bitter taste matched everything else about tonight perfectly.
When it came time for bedโฆ
Phainon stood outside your shared chambers like a man facing execution.
Phainon stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. The room was dark except for a sliver of moonlight cutting across the floor.
And there you wereโcurled on the couch like a stray cat seeking shelter from rain, your back turned to him as if even in sleep you refused to acknowledge his presence.
His chest tightened.
For one reckless second, he considered waking youโto explain? To apologize? But what words could fix this?
Instead, Phainon moved silently through the room until he stood beside your sleeping form. He hesitatedโฆ then gently draped an extra blanket over you with fingers that trembled just slightly before pulling away again.
He should have felt relief at being spared whatever awkwardness awaitedโbut all Phainon felt now was another layer of guilt pressing down upon him while watching over someone who clearly wished they didnโt share space at all.
As Phainon sat awake on the edge of the bed, guilt gnawed at his heart.
It was more than just the pain of your indifferenceโalthough gods knew that was more than painful enough. It was knowing how you must see himโฆ how you believed it was his love that had stolen your sibling away.
He could hear you stir in your sleep, could see the blanket shifting with the movement of your shoulders.
Another wave of guilt washed over him. He'd promised your sibling he'd take care of you. He was failing already.
Morning broke. Soft light crept across the floor, gently coaxing Phainon from sleep.
He opened his eyes slowly, the weight of the night still heavy on his mind. He hadn't slept well. Every minor sound, every shift of the mattress, had kept him on edge.
Phainon sat up, rubbing a hand over his face. His back ached from sleeping upright, and he could hear the sounds of the estate awakeningโbirds singing, distant conversations.
He was still sitting on the edge of the bed when he heard the sounds of stirring on the couch.
Phainon exhaled slowly, folding the letter with careful hands. He didnโt deserve thisโthis quiet trust from someone who no longer existed. But he would follow through.
So when servants came knocking to announce breakfast, Phainon turned them away with a sharp shake of his head and whispered orders: "Leave the tray outside for later."
He then crossed to your wardrobeโhesitatedโand selected an oversized silk robe (one he'd seen you wear often) before draping it over a chair within easy reach once you woke.
And because your siblingโs last talk about you had been about your liking to chocolateโฆ
Well.
By noon? There would be freshly baked truffles waiting on that tray beside warm tea and honeyed pastriesโฆ along with one small sun-shaped charm tucked beneath napkin folds . A silent plea disguised as remembrance:
โI know Iโm not who should give these things but perhaps even the wrong hands could learn how to hold something gently anyway.โ
He lingered near the doorframe watching dust motes dance through light while waiting, while you occupy his thoughts
You slowly woke up. Sitting up straight on the sofa you just spent the night on. As your eyes fluttered open your eyes caught the truffles on the tray with pastries. Your curiosity got the best of you and carefully took a truffle and peacefully ate it. Savouring the taste, silently nodding knowing he was watching her.
Phainon stood in the doorway, trying to appear casual as he watched you.
He saw the moment, your eyebrows lifting and your gaze softening ever so slightly. He saw the way you reached for a truffle, popping it into your mouth with a thoughtful expression.
He couldn't quite decipher what you were feeling from your face. Surprise, maybe. A hint of something unexpected.
So he continued to wait, watching you silently.
Once he saw the nod phainon blinked once in subtle surprise.
He hadn't expected an actual response, let alone a nod that felt like a tiny crack in the ice between you.
Despite the heaviness still weighing on his heart, a flicker of hope sparked. It was a small gesture, but coming from you, it felt significant.
Phainon gave a nod of his own in return. A silent understanding, an acknowledgement that this was still new and fragile.
But maybe, just maybeโฆ It was a start.
Later that evening.
Phainon's jaw clenched slightly as he escorted you to another formal meeting. He didn't like the way people's eyes followed you, the curiosity mixed with judgment in their gazes.
This was the third such gathering he'd brought you to. The whispers and stares were the same each time. The only difference was the questions asked and the thinly veiled insinuations.
Phainon could almost see them wondering why a man like himโrespected, disciplined, loyalโwould be saddled to someone so quiet and aloof.
As he sat at the head of the table with the noblemen eyes his flicked toward you as you busied yourself with chocolate covered almonds. He knew these events were probably boring for you, the endless rounds of formality and politics.
But something about seeing you snacking quietly, occasionally catching an inquiring glance from other nobles, made his hand tighten.
A protective impulse, perhaps. An urge to shield you from the weight of their judgment. Despite everything, he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable or out of place.
As the discussions continued, Phainon found himself stealing glances at you more often. Each time he did, a strange ache settled in his chest. He tried to focus on the conversations, on the important matters at hand... but his gaze kept straying.
There was a sort of quiet dignity in the way you carried yourself, even in this unfamiliar, stuffy environment. You didn't seem cowed or intimidated. If anything, you looked bored. The almonds seemed more interesting than the political intrigue unfolding before you.
Suddenly one of the noblemen elias spoke up.
โthe mute girl eh. your lover dies and you marry the mute younger sister lord phainon?โ
Phainon's entire body went rigid at Elias' words. His grip on his own goblet tightened until the metal creaked under the pressure.
He knew you werenโt truly mute, but seeing how your fingers curled around an almond mid-biteโhow still you became despite everything elseโhe understood what Elias was doing. Humiliating you in front of everyone.
And for a moment, Phainon saw red.
His voice came out low and dangerous when he finally spoke: "Watch your tongue."
But before he could continue furtherโ
You reached upโฆ and dropped an entire handful of chocolate covered almonds directly onto Eliasโ pristine white coat lapel with deliberate precision.
Era erasa.. Year 4915.. Month of freedom.. Hence you the replacement of the chrysos heir of law was born.. All your life,you were taught to be the better replacement after the death of the previous chrysos heir of law, cerydra had been assassinated by her loyal knight hysilins the chrysos heir of ocean without getting the chance to return her coreflame.. You may ask who taught you? The council of elders did! Yet lady aglaeaโs comforting words soothed you.. The mother you never asked her to be.. The chrysos heir who saved you from your nightmares.. The Noblelady who lost her humanity was your caretaker who saved you from slavehood and gave you the affection of a mother when she couldn't have her own due to her duties to the flamechase journey..ย
โChild..you shall never be like her..you are your own person..you are your own humanityโ she murmured holding you close to her as you sobbed.. You couldnโt stop..not after the harsh words and names the elders had called you for not meeting their expectations.. You didnโt want to be someone else.even if it was lady cerydra known for her many titles, one of them being โtyrantโ which sometimes made you wonder why they called her that.. How could you? A slave since birth who happened to be blessed with golden blood be a chrysos heir of law like her?
โฅโน ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: dan heng finds out your past and why you hide your face
โฅโน ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: platonic dan heng x reader
โฅโน ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐: rewrite from prev blog
It was just a normal day of you hiding your face, wearing the mask that himeko provided you oh so kindly.. But even if you wore a mask you never bothered to hide your eyes.. Your bangs always neatly trimmed.. It bothered dan heng.. He wasn't the type to be curious of a teen atleast.. He wondered how your past is like.. So he decided to sneak into your room while you were gone and read your diary.. When he read the diary he was shocked.. How could a child so innocent looking like you go through all of this.. It never seemed like you were ever abused.. Every abuse you got from your drunkard parents who abandoned you written clearly in your diary.. He couldn't but help tear up.. Sure he has his own past but that was from his adult age in his past life.. But you were a child.. Mistreated...
Few weeks later you've noticed that he's been avoiding you.. You also know he has read your diary.. So you decided to go inside the archives and take off your mask and stay there until he comes and read a book.. When he came back he was shocked to see you there.. What shocked the most was the scar on your face.. A big scratch on your cheek.. No wonder you've hidden that.. He couldn't help but hug you trying to comfort you when you finally let go of your emotions that you've been holding back
Thats when he felt at peace.. Your trust and happiness is all he needs.. He would protect you from anything or anyone wanting to harm you.. He's now your family..
โฅโน ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐: pure tooth rotting fluff
โฅโน ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: a day in life where you babysit teucer
โฅโน ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: childe x reader
โฅโน ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐: i died..
In the far away mountains of the snowy sneznaya...there was a certain harbinger's family who lived- of course you being his s/o you were supposed to stay with them until he arrived to take you back to the zapolyany palace along with him- and that harbinger is none other then childe-
Currently you were babysitting teucer..drinking hot chocolate with him watching the never ending Snowflakes drop on the pile of snow.. until teucer had a "great idea" which caused you to wonder.. should you or should you not risk of getting cold for a child wanting to play in the snow? Ofcourse you said yes impulsively cause you love children and cannot seem to say no- like that one time you almost adopted a child without telling your manbaby- yes you refer childe as a manbaby cause how he is similar to one in many ways
And you got hit with a snowball- great- more to add to your diary about what to do with your future kids- and there the snowball fight began Tonia even joined but sided with teucer leaving you defenseless and outnumbered..
Meanwhile as childe had returned home from a long journey of Missions he arrived to see the ongoing snowball fight and you outnumbered.. what did he do? Did he join you? Nope- he also joined teucer..which made you wonder why the hell you were with this man.. soon enough you ran inside to complain to their mother..
Now look at you getting all pampered..by his mom ofcourse as they cook you food and hotchocolate and warm the fire place so you would not freeze.. and there's your guilty manbaby- he sweared on his pinky finger to never do that you ever again.. he wouldn't want his tounge cut off would he?
For a normal, reasonably healthy adult the following reading are โnormalโ. Some variation is usual and whatโs normal for one person may be abnormal for another.
Pulse Rate
Between 60-100 beats per minute
A fitter person will have a rate towards the slower end of the margin and a child or young person will have a naturally high rate.
Any drastic increase or decrease in pulse rate is cause for concern.
Blood Pressure
120-140 over 70-90
Can vary with the time of day, amount of stress and a number of other factors.
High blood pressure is not usually immediately dangerous but can cause long term damage.
Low blood pressure can cause faintness, dizziness and blackouts and is usually a sign that there is an underlying problem to be treated.
Body Temperature
36ยฐC (98.6ยฐF) to 37.5ยฐC (99.5ยฐF)
Relatively minor variations in temperature are cause for concern.
MINOR INJURIES
Bumps, bruises, cuts and grazes
All inconvenient.
But not incapacitating.
A blow to a bony part of a limb or to a joint
Hurts a lot at the time of impact (as anyone whoโs banged their shin will agree) and may swell and stiffen.
The impact may also have the effect of temporarily disrupting the โpower supplyโ to the limb meaning the person getting hit is likely to lose their grip on anything theyโre carrying and be unable to move the joint for a few minutes.
Bruises
Can take anything from a few seconds to over a day to appear and anything from a day to several weeks to fade away again.
Soft fleshy areas bruise much more colourfully.
Sprains and torn muscles/tendons etc.
Will stiffen, swell and become more painful after a few hours.
A bad sprain can be every bit as incapacitating as a broken bone.
HEAD INJURIES
Probably the most common injury in fiction.
From โletโs bash the bad guy over the head to stop him running after usโ to those scenes where everyone gets thrown all over the flight deck by the first bit of turbulence and bounce their heads off consoles.
Minor Head injuries
The human skull is pretty robust and designed to take a fair amount of punishment. Consequently the occasional bump wonโt do all that much damage.
A minor bump on the head may leave a character feeling dazed and suffering from a headache, blurred vision and ringing ears but will clear within a few minutes.
Facial bruising - quite uncommon, it takes quite a hard blow or a blow that impacts with the soft tissue around the eyes to leave a mark.
Minor cuts and lacerations on the scalp and face will hurt and bleed out of all proportion to their seriousness. [NOTE: A โlacerationโ does not mean โa very bad cutโ โ it is a term for a specific type of wound caused by the tearing rather than the slicing of the skin. Itโs the sort of cut you get from being hit with a blunt object (or a fist).]
Medium Head Injuries
A more forceful blow (equivalent to a fall of several feet) can lead to complications of the injury.
Concussion (damage to the brain tissue) is quite common after a hard blow to the head and is often accompanied by temporary unconsciousness. (And it should be very temporary if you donโt want your character to be permanently damaged). This can also result in dizziness, nausea and, not surprisingly, a nasty headache.
Medium cuts and lacerations will be painful and messy but not dangerous. There may be scarring.
Severe Head Injuries
A blow to the head resulting in prolonged unconsciousness will almost certainly result in brain damage, possibly a fractured skull and bruising or bleeding within the brain itself. It can be fatal either straight away if the damage is extensive enough or later as the blood from the injury causes pressure to be put on the brain.
Severe cuts - can damage muscle and sinew and do permanent damage. The pain from such injuries would have most characters unable to concentrate on much else.
Concussion Symptoms
Confusion, disorientation, memory loss,
Dizziness, headache (lingering after the first few hours)
Nausea, vomiting,
Pupils uneven in size and/or reaction,
Sluggish reactions, sleepiness.
Any painkillers given to treat the headache must be non-narcotic and relatively mild. Otherwise it is difficult to tell if sleepiness is caused by a worsening of the injury or by the painkillers.
Someone suffering from a suspected head injury should be watched for at least 24 hours, and woken every few hours if theyโre asleep, to check for the above symptoms.
BROKEN BONES
In general they hurt. A lot. Any character with a broken bone (with the possible exception of the ribs) is going to know about it and not be very happy. It is possible that if there is no displacement they might not hurt much at all, and it may not be immediately obvious that the bone is actually broken.
The initial shock and pain is often enough to cause unconsciousness. Keeping the limb immobile will minimise the pain but any pressure or movement is going to be extremely unpleasant.
Severe breaks (compound fractures) can cause part of the bone to protrude through the skin, this will also cause blood loss, which can be severe enough to be dangerous. Nerves and blood vessels can also be permanently damaged.
Smaller bones are obviously more likely to break than larger ones but they hurt every bit as much.
Distinguishing between breaks/sprains is not always easy with just 'it hurts to go on but as a guideโฆ Lots of pain but some movement is a relatively good thing -- it indicates 'just' a tear. Less pain but very limited movement is a worry, because it can mean you've snapped something, and the joint becomes useless without surgery.
Broken Ribs
All sorts of nasty complications can arise here. For a start, though a character who has just broken a rib will feel winded and uncomfortable, the initial discomfort will pass quickly and they may feel fine for some hours afterwards. Possibly they may not even realise that they had broken anything.
After a few hours it will start to hurt badly and breathing may be impaired and painful. Problems can occur when the injured person is breathing only shallowly because of the pain and not expanding their lungs fully, lungs can collapse as a result, causing pneumonia. Interesting in a morbid kind of way is that the breathing difficulties of a collapsed lung aren't what gets you - it's the air pressure that builds up in the chest cutting of the blood flow to the heart.
Broken ribs can also puncture a lung or even the heart with fatal results. A punctured lung would result in death within 3-15 minutes if untreated.
DISLOCATED JOINTS
Hurt just as much as broken bones.
Can be forced back into place without medical facilities but itโs not recommended and will hurt a lot, probably enough to cause unconsciousness. On-the-hoof treatment is the same as for broken bones โ imobilise and support the limb.
There are a few dislocations which can be life-threatening -- the sterno-clavicular joint (where the collarbone joins the breastbone) is one. It requires a lot of force to pop it (most people's collarbones will break before the joint goes), and the collarbone usually goes outwards, but if it displaces inwards, it can compress the airways. This joint can dislocate if you get slammed very hard into something like a wall and take the impact on the point of the shoulder. I can also say it hurts very badly and for a very long time.
CUTTING & PIERCING
most human beings come equipped with a healthy set of defensive reflexes to avoid it. If at all possible they will try to put something else (like hands) in the way of the blow. Most people injured in a stabbing have injuries on their hands and arms as well from trying to ward off their assailant.
The severity of the injury depends a great deal on its location:
Limbs
The arms and legs are not protected by much flesh so even a shallow cut or piercing injury here may damage bone and muscle and render the limb effectively useless.
Severe blood loss can occur if the major blood vessels in the inside of the upper arm and inner thigh are damaged.
Abdomen
Piercing injuries will bleed a lot and can easily do fatal damage, although unless a main artery is hit then itโs not going to be a quick death. A piercing more than 2 inches deep starts to get dangerous.
If the main descending aorta is hit, the character has seconds to live.
The femoral or renal arteries will lose a fatal amount of blood in 2 โ 3 minutes.
Injury to internal organs would cause bleeding, infections and a nasty slow death if left untreated. Bleeding from the spleen or liver would cause death within 20 minutes. Less major damage to internal organs would cause death either from blood loss over several hours or up to several days later from infection and other complications.
Relatively slight cuts to the stomach area would affect breathing and damage muscles, More major cuts to this area can damage nerves and muscles, meaning the injured character would have no control over their legs. Not nice, when youโre trying to get away from the nutter whoโs just sliced you up and suddenly your legs donโt workโฆ
Extensive cuts here can also mean the insides are suddenly outside. Not pretty, not comfortable and, untreated, leaves the character with about 15 minutes to live and theyโre going to wish it was much less. Quite apart from the pain (which is pretty horrific) the sight of their own insides tends to make most people quite hysterical.
BLOOD LOSS
Major blood loss will result in a fast weak pulse and accelerated respiratory rate.
For an average healthy person about a litre of blood lost is enough for shock to set in.
Loss of approximately a litre and a half to two litres or more will require transfusion.
Loss of more than 2 and a half litres will probably result in unconsciousness and, if transfusion is not given, death.
Symptoms of Blood Loss
Blood loss in litres < 0.75 || 0.750-1.5 || 1.5-2.0 || > 2.0
Percentage of blood lost < 15% || 15-30% || 30-40% || > 40%
Mental state Alert || Anxious || Confused || Lethargic
State of extremities Normal || Pale || Pale/Cool || Pale/Clammy
Amount of blood loss by injury
Severe blood loss, as a wound larger than a fist or that caused by a compound fracture. All figures are approximate and somewhat variable. They are meant as a rough guide only.
SITE OF INJURY || NORMAL BLOOD LOSS (Litres / %) || SEVERE || MAXIMUM
Aside from the obvious risk of getting smacked upside the head or breaking bones (see above) there are assorted other injuries and complications which can arise.
Due to the elasticity of the ribcage getting smacked in the chest can cause a person to fly backwards some distance. Of course this means they can bounce off of something else and hurt themselves that way. At best theyโre going to be winded and have difficulty breathing, which causes a certain amount of panic in most people. And it looks rather alarming.
Heavy blows to the back can damage the spine resulting in possible paralysis and death. Kidney injuries are also common when someone is hit in the small of the back. They can bleed and may shut down altogether. Kidney failure means the body canโt clear certain waste products from its system, if the waste products build up too far then coma and death can result.
Internal organs such as the liver and spleen can also be damaged by blunt trauma and bleed as detailed above. Other organs which may be injured are the pancreas and the intestines.
If the pancreas is damaged it may spill digestive enzymes which start to digest the personโs own insides. Obviously this is rather painful and unpleasant.
Damage to the intestines can result in blockages (causing pain, nausea and vomiting), bleeding, and the release of bacteria into the bloodstream resulting in septic shock (high fever followed by sudden drop in temperature and blood pressure โ fatal if not treated) This can take 24 hours or more.
Usual treatment for internal injuries is IV feeding, antibiotics, painkillers and sometimes surgery.
BURNS
Burns are classified into degree by their seriousness.
1st degree burns โ Red, sensitive skin, like a sunburn.
2nd degree burns โ Blistering on the first layer of skin (the epidermis) only.
3rd degree burns โ Damage to both the epidermis and dermis (the first two layers of skin), visible scars.
Burns over more than 70% of the body are life threatening due to dehydration and the risk of shock, kidney failure and infection.
Electrical shock
Physical marks can vary from none at all to severe tissue damage depending on the severity of the shock.
Internal damage can be done by electrical current traveling along the nerves and blood vessels.
Source: Leia Fee (with additions by Susannah Shepherd)
Phainon would definitely cry along with the baby holding it after it's born, meanwhile you're tired wondering if your husband is the baby or the one you just pushed out... Oh well, more memories and blackmail material
WRITE FOR ANAXA WHO USES HIS GUN IN THE MOST UNCONVENTIONAL WAYS
Hana: ... How about he picked up fruits with it? Btw listening to igloo by kiss of life while writing this- it suits him so much- not very canon scenary cause I barely made it through okhema
Warning: petite short reader implied! ZERO CHARACTER STUDY! OOC MAYBE!! Reader implied to have a little cafe at the grove
The day was so far warm and soothing. That's what you thought.. After dealing with phainon and mydei's squabbles and solving them maybe you can finally have a peace of mind?..
You walked as far as your tired legs took you.. You ended up sitting near a tree.. A tree with your favorite fruit!! (Mango, apple or orange,trust) now you really want that. But how?! As far you're concerned you're shorter than the tree! Maybe that's exaggerated.. Everyone is shorter than the tree.. Maybe not phainon and mydei.. The two are giraffes.. You didn't even reach the height of anaxagoras. How disappointing that your own genes disappointed you.. (I feel like it's a pun smh, not intended tho)
"Are you finally respecting the rule that silence is golden? You've been quietly thinking to yourself for the past 30 minutes"
Oh it had to be him.. The foolish scholar anaxagoras who comes to your humble little space and criticise you on a daily basis that it's almost harassment.. Not that you'd actually say it actually is. He's a good friend of yours- wait!
"Can you get me that fruit?"
That's should've been where you kept your mouth shut..
"Hah.. Now asking me for a favor? What do I get in return?"
Oh how you wanted to slap the smug smile off his face-
"Anything from my humble space free of price for each fruit"
"Fine.. How many can you eat? Hm?"
"I- I can eat as much as I want!"
After all you are a firm believer you can eat anything given until you vomit. Oh you're going to regret this surely-
Then you heard multiple gunshots and the fruits were now at your feet. And he's blowing off the smoke from his gun with a smug smile-
"You're too smug for your own good anaxagoras"
"And you pronounced it wrong."
"Did not! "
"Did too darling"
"Shut up! I'll say your name however I want! "
"Just make sure I get my coffee and pastries."
Maybe somewhere deep in your heart you wished this banter would never end..
I'll be soon starting to write this and finish it completely.. I'll post it as soon as I can.. As I started nursing.. I might use my nursing studies to add more extra details of how each of them dies.. And I might- might actually be interested in publishing this as a book if I get everything how I want it to be..
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Era erasa.. Year 4915.. Month of freedom.. Hence you the replacement of the chrysos heir of law was born.. All your life,you were taught to be the better replacement after the death of the previous chrysos heir of law, cerydra had been assassinated by her loyal knight hysilins the chrysos heir of ocean without getting the chance to return her coreflame.. You may ask who taught you? The council of elders did! Yet lady aglaeaโs comforting words soothed you.. The mother you never asked her to be.. The chrysos heir who saved you from your nightmares.. The Noblelady who lost her humanity was your caretaker who saved you from slavehood and gave you the affection of a mother when she couldn't have her own due to her duties to the flamechase journey..ย
โChild..you shall never be like her..you are your own person..you are your own humanityโ she murmured holding you close to her as you sobbed.. You couldnโt stop..not after the harsh words and names the elders had called you for not meeting their expectations.. You didnโt want to be someone else.even if it was lady cerydra known for her many titles, one of them being โtyrantโ which sometimes made you wonder why they called her that.. How could you? A slave since birth who happened to be blessed with golden blood be a chrysos heir of law like her?
Era erasa.. Year 4915.. Month of freedom.. Hence you the replacement of the chrysos heir of law was born.. All your life,you were taught to be the better replacement after the death of the previous chrysos heir of law, cerydra had been assassinated by her loyal knight hysilins the chrysos heir of ocean without getting the chance to return her coreflame.. You may ask who taught you? The council of elders did! Yet lady aglaeaโs comforting words soothed you.. The mother you never asked her to be.. The chrysos heir who saved you from your nightmares.. The Noblelady who lost her humanity was your caretaker who saved you from slavehood and gave you the affection of a mother when she couldn't have her own due to her duties to the flamechase journey..ย
โChild..you shall never be like her..you are your own person..you are your own humanityโ she murmured holding you close to her as you sobbed.. You couldnโt stop..not after the harsh words and names the elders had called you for not meeting their expectations.. You didnโt want to be someone else.even if it was lady cerydra known for her many titles, one of them being โtyrantโ which sometimes made you wonder why they called her that.. How could you? A slave since birth who happened to be blessed with golden blood be a chrysos heir of law like her?
Era erasa.. Year 4915.. Month of freedom.. Hence you the replacement of the chrysos heir of law was born.. All your life,you were taught to be the better replacement after the death of the previous chrysos heir of law, cerydra had been assassinated by her loyal knight hysilins the chrysos heir of ocean without getting the chance to return her coreflame.. You may ask who taught you? The council of elders did! Yet lady aglaeaโs comforting words soothed you.. The mother you never asked her to be.. The chrysos heir who saved you from your nightmares.. The Noblelady who lost her humanity was your caretaker who saved you from slavehood and gave you the affection of a mother when she couldn't have her own due to her duties to the flamechase journey..ย
โChild..you shall never be like her..you are your own person..you are your own humanityโ she murmured holding you close to her as you sobbed.. You couldnโt stop..not after the harsh words and names the elders had called you for not meeting their expectations.. You didnโt want to be someone else.even if it was lady cerydra known for her many titles, one of them being โtyrantโ which sometimes made you wonder why they called her that.. How could you? A slave since birth who happened to be blessed with golden blood be a chrysos heir of law like her?
Era erasa.. Year 4915.. Month of freedom.. Hence you the replacement of the chrysos heir of law was born.. All your life,you were taught to be the better replacement after the death of the previous chrysos heir of law, cerydra had been assassinated by her loyal knight hysilins the chrysos heir of ocean without getting the chance to return her coreflame.. You may ask who taught you? The council of elders did! Yet lady aglaeaโs comforting words soothed you.. The mother you never asked her to be.. The chrysos heir who saved you from your nightmares.. The Noblelady who lost her humanity was your caretaker who saved you from slavehood and gave you the affection of a mother when she couldn't have her own due to her duties to the flamechase journey..ย
โChild..you shall never be like her..you are your own person..you are your own humanityโ she murmured holding you close to her as you sobbed.. You couldnโt stop..not after the harsh words and names the elders had called you for not meeting their expectations.. You didnโt want to be someone else.even if it was lady cerydra known for her many titles, one of them being โtyrantโ which sometimes made you wonder why they called her that.. How could you? A slave since birth who happened to be blessed with golden blood be a chrysos heir of law like her?
