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₊˚⊹ ᰔ IN WHICH mydei has been acting more suspicious lately, and the chrysos heirs are determined to get to the bottom of it.

content. fluff + crack! not proofread and probably ooc. happy valentines! 🫶

mydei is acting strange today.

it hasn't just been today, but the past few weeks that he's been off in his own head — mydei, who's known for bringing havoc wherever he steps, has been mysteriously off the grid.

he's only present in meetings in a physical sense, his mind obviously filled with thoughts about other matters unrelated to his job — he's not even present in the non-mandatory meetings (even though he always used to), nor does he bathe and cleanse in the palace's hero pools.

aglaea thinks a trial of judgement might have to be made, trianne thinks he's just homesick, but ultimately, the heirs decide that it's best for phainon to figure out what's going on with him.

so, he does.

mydei is always up before the sun begins to rise (that part hasn't changed for some reason, much to phainon's dismay), so he starts to tail him before it gets bright, hiding behind the tree bark as mydei gets ready for the new day, stepping out of his home and walking straight into the plaza.

things feel normal for the first few hours — his rival is meticulous in his work, so he oversees their small military force with great care, even if he looks a little out of it sometimes. phainon doesn't usually spend the day staring him down every second, so he chalks it up to the man taking small breaks when no one's watching.

the first alarm bells ring when mydei finishes work far faster than usual, and takes off as fast as he can.

the deliverer decides that a bird's eye view would be best to keep a keen eye on the warrior who seems to be in a rush to go somewhere.

he finds out two things in the five minutes he sprints after mydei: one, that running after him puts all of his other workouts to shame, and two, the place that he's so keen on going to is a chocolate store.

phainon stops in his tracks immediately, skidding on the wooden rooftop he was running on.

he takes the moment to catch his breath, huffs of air escaping his lips as he wonders what insane titan possessed mydeimos "health nut" the undying, who refused to drink sparkling water a week ago, to willingly step into and out of a sweets store of all places.

hurriedly, he pulls out his teleslate.

Phainon: He just walked out with like two boxes of chocolates

Castorice: are you sure that's the same mydei

Phainon: Trust me, I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it either

Aglaea: Chocolates? Is he alright?

Tribbie: maybe he's just feeling sad ☹️ get better mydei!

Castorice: we're rooting for you, mydei!

unless it's to check up on his people and buy local cuisines and ingredients from kremnos, mydei rarely lets his presence made known in public, especially in the local markets where citizens are constantly crowding the booths.

that's why the second alarm bell rings when he not only confidently enters the market, but peruses the selection carefully.

mydei walks around, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes intense like a man on a mission as he glances over flowers, rings, stuffed dromas, and golden scarabs, before stopping at a second-rate shop.

phainon doesn't mean to assume, he really doesn't, but the shop looks unkempt at best, and suspicious at worst — a ratted purple tent covering the objects inside, the market is too open for him to move and find a different view, so he stays planted, crouching lower out of mydei's field of vision.

he watches with bated breath as an elderly man comes out, greeting mydei with a smile. the warrior gives him a polite one in return, bending down to whisper something in the man's ear.

phainon's too far away to hear the conversation, but the elder visibly stiffens when mydei speaks to him, immediately rushing back into the shop to grab a small box, and placing it into mydei's open palms.

mydei's gleeful smile almost looks evil when he clasps onto the box, patting the trembling man on the shoulder before heading on his way right back out.

for the second time, phainon reaches for his teleslate.

Phainon: I think he just robbed someone in the market

Aglaea: What?

Castorice: what

Tribbie: WHAT

Phainon: Should I confirm with the man or keep following him?

Aglaea: Keep following him. I'll send someone to the market, keep us updated.

Castorice: we're rooting for you, phainon!

putting the teleslate back in his pocket, he sighs, getting rather weary of mydei's incessant energy.

it's his duty as a chrysos heir to make sure another one isn't doing anything suspicious, though, so he'll honor it, even if it means stalking the man through the holy city until it's sunset.

he follows mydei right up to the edges of okhema, and the final alarm bell rings when he turns around, his eyes scanning everything on ground level as if to make sure there's no one to follow him, before slinking off into a back alley.

phainon thinks he might be going crazy. there's no way mydei of all people would be doing something shady, and much less illegal, would he?

a squeal echoes off the walls of the dark alleyway, interrupting his doubts.

he jumps into action imediately, jumping over a planter pot or two to get to the cry for help faster, his breath quickening as he sees a figure standing close to the heir. phainon automatically reaches for his claymore, his fingers itching and ready to protect an innocent before he hears the figure laugh.

it's a familiar laugh, he realizes, it's you, the regular he often sees at the baths.

he inches closer, peeking his head down past the rooftop, finding mydei opening the box of chocolates for you, an uncharacteristically soft smile playing on his features.

"mydei," you frown, "i thought we said we didn't want to do anything special for valentines."

"i wanted to surprise you," he inches it closer to you, "don't be foolish, take a bite."

"i can't!" a small whine enters your protest, "I didn't get you anything, how could i—?"

"take it," he insists. he drops his voice lower, a softer question escaping his lips, "for me?"

you feel your face heat up at the request. how could you say no to a face like that?

you pluck a chocolate heart from the box, pointing to it's twin that lives on the other side with your pinky finger, gesturing for mydei to pick it up. "c'mon, loverboy. only if you do too."

he rolls his eyes, picking up the heart.

phainon stares in abject horror as you feed the man the chocolate, pushing the sugar against his lips as he does the same to you. you end the exchange with another excited squeal, flinging yourself haphazardly into mydei's arms — he stumbles back just a little bit, small bars of chocolate littering the streets as he stabilizes himself against the stone, one arm wrapped around yours.

phainon's teleslate buzzes (has it been buzzing this entire time?), and he gets momentarily distracted from the scene below him to find castorice sending in another message.

Tribbie: i just checked with the man, he gave him a gift for his child! i think it was handmade by mydei, and he was refining it or something

Aglaea: Oh, that's quite sweet, actually.

Castorice: aww that's so cute!

Aglaea: Any news, Phainon?

Tribbie: i think he's ignoring us ☹️

Aglaea: He wouldn't dare.

Castorice: phainon, are you there?

he moves to respond, before glancing down at you once more. you're still hugging mydei, your face buried into his chest as you mumble something under your breath. the problem isn't you, no, but the man you have your arms wrapped around making direct eye-contact with phainon.

his eyes flicker from phainon's to yours, before he delicately pushes you off his body, his expression morphing into a kinder one.

"i still have another present for you," he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, "let's leave all the single people here and go somewhere else."

"hm, what people—?"

"ugly ones." he grabs your hand, cocking his head farther down the alleyway, "c'mon, there's a way out back this way."

you agree easily, following him without a care in the world — you don't really care where you go with mydei, as long as you get to be with him.

unbeknownst to you, mydei looks back to phainon —a rival, but a friend and confidant nonetheless, someone he could always rely on in the heat of battle — with a shit-eating grin on his face, the type of smug look that only a mother (and you, apparently) could love.

single, and ugly.

phainon's eye twitches.

Phainon: It's an imposter. I'll bring you his head, Aglaea.

the teleslate buzzes once more while he readies his claymore to demolish the man that can't be more than a few blocks down — the man probably laughing his ass off with you, and doing other couple stuff that phainon couldn't even dream about.

as far as he's concerned, though, love dies today.

Castorice: we're rooting for you, phainon!

i am so tired goodnight ueueueue will be dreaming about my phainon/mydei polycule 🙏🙏🙏

divider by @/enchanthings!!

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bites him.

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i think today is my day (kinda) for gacha bc wdym i also got caels until the end of time ssr card in 2 multis

MY GORGEOUS BEAUTIFUL BELOVED OURHHFHFHFHHFJFGFHHFGDGG

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we finally got anaxas backstory through his character story..........

what if i exploded.

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Update update on the anaxa pulls he came home at 88 pity 😭 didn't think it was possible but it's anaxa ig..

Also this guy had 101% cr and 78% CD am I cooked LMAO

YIPPEE !! ANAXA HAVERS UNITE 💪💪

i mean... if he is the only erudition character he gets 140% crit damage so if u plan to use him hypercarry/solo erudition then i think it will be fine !! but u can trade out abt 20ish crit rate for more crit dmg stats if u want him to do more dmg when he crits ++ if he has someone like sunday who gives him crit then u will be overcapping with the current build and will miss out on the extra damage

on another note: HOLY CRIT RATE ROLLS????????

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i love phainon so much i hope we get married

HELP 😭 no but u are so real for this... manifesting we get wedding skins 🙏🙏🙏

AND CHUU !!! hehe it has be a while 😩 how have u been ??

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no bc im actually going insane with how quickly anaxa gets his ult back up without his signature lc and how much dmg he consistently does... 500k per skill (1mil if he has the auto proc to do it again right after) + 600-700k on his ult... with just sunday as his buffer mind u

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okay i think ive optimised his build enough now hehe

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120 WISHES (86 pity for seele + 47 pity for anaxa after starting from 6)

finally a seele haver BUT ALSO AN ANAXA HAVER AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH (with abt 60 pulls left...)

his build rn !! im actually quite happy with this but im going to try and get some more speed on him hehe

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LADS GACHA SUCCESSFUL HELLOOOO

AND I FINALLY GOT CALEBS RANK 2 ALT OUTFIT 🥹🥹🥹

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me when the plot won't plot like it should

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kaiju no. 8 is so peak guys..... pls watch it if u havent like i am still so unwell after finishing s1 omfg........

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SOBBING

MY SHAYLAS

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EVERYONE WAKE UP WIFE IS BACK

WHY IS HE POSING LIKE THAT. HIS WAISTCOAT bro his waist coat OH MY GOD I MSISED SUIT SUNDAY. I MISS YOU SUIT SUNDAY YOUR CURRENT OUTFIT KINDA FUGLY I FEAR BUT LORDDDDD ALMIGHTY IM GOING TO CRASH OUT HES SO GORGEOUS AND HE KNOWS IT im going to grip him so hard

NEW THEME IS NIGH. WE ARE GOING INTO GOLDEN HOUR FOLKS (iykyk. hahaha) OHGOHGSOHSGOH

also obligatory stupid imgs because i have to embarass wife occasionally

like is he stupid.

anyways herta ate him up BUT HE'S OSGHSGOSGHOSGHOSGHOSGGUSAOHAGJIORPJIGSJIOPOGL I MSIS YOUUOOUOUUOOU

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Cause of my insomnia number one:

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WIFE IS HOME