#this is so messy...

[st4rofeden]

Imagine Phainon or Khaslana has been suffering countless cycles just to see s/o again but they only saw them in one cycle just to see them again in the recent cycle Phainon with Stelle/Caelus and Dan Heng saw s/o stuck inside the ice just like March 7th case

oh god more angst. im quite confused with writing this, sorry if something doesn't make sense!

warnings: mentions of blood

somewhere cold, quiet. like a forgotten vault where time is sealed and memory lingers.

they reach the vault on the 17th entry hour.

dan heng breaks the silence first. "another damaged site." caelus steps forward. "looks… recent."

but phainon— he doesn't move.

his eyes are fixed on the thing they've unearthed beneath the frost.

not a weapon. not a coreflame. not even a truth. You.

suspended inside the ice six phased ice just as she once was. hair unmoving. eyelids soft. hands folded as if in prayer, a figure the world forgot. that time forgot— but he could never.

"beautiful as ever, my dawnlight." he whispers

they're talking. but all Phainon can hear is the echo of a memory.

a single cycle— long ago where you looked at him like someone human.

you stayed with him when the stars turned to ash.

you kissed him once. a small peck on the lips. just once. but it fractured him across timelines.

the frost doesn't shatter when he touches it. he doesn’t try to break it. he simply places his palm against it.

a hum.

something in the air recognizes him.

or maybe it's you. your fingers twitch.

"that's impossible," dan heng murmurs. "they're responding."

caelus steps closer, alarmed. "are they… alive?"

Phainon does not answer. he already knows.

hes seen this moment before. not in this cycle, not in this place. but in dreams, that weren't his.

a glint of your laughter in the wheat fields. blood on your knuckles as you pulled him from a war he didn't remember starting. your voice, saying his name like it meant something.

"I remember" he says quietly. "they chose to stay. even when they knew the world would erase them."

his voice shake.

he kneels before the ice. the same way he once did at a grave, or maybe a in front of your figure sitting at the couch, or maybe nothing at all— memory bends around him.

"every cycle" he whispers, "I looked. I begged aeons. i rewrote variables. I became entropy to defy it."

and now you're here, inside this hollow, ice vessel.

he leans in. his forehead pressing to frost.

"i'll keep burning myself bright through every endless hue— even if it chars my soul to ash. if it means I’ll reach to you."

and for the first time in all the cycle, your lips part.

barely.

like the beginning of his name.

[extraetxra]

happy 413!! im late but i still love these kids so i had to draw something

[wyrmeleon]

Drawn in the car on the way to visit relatives, based on a horrible pun I texted my friend. I am so sorry.

[i-atanasovska]

Wanted to try something different

My DeviantArt

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