#apocryphis (phainon);

[daybreakrising]

@apocryphis: "i thought i might find you here when aglaea mentioned you were in the city." the smile on phainon's face emulates the brightness of the sun as he approaches his companion - a stern contrast to anaxa's more solemn, somber demeanour. "then again, finding a philosopher in the garden of life should hardly come as a surprise. perhaps i should work on my detective skills." phainon does not sit - not unless anaxa invites him to - but attentively deciphers his expression, inscrutable as it always seems to be. a mystery, and one well intent on keeping whatever secrets he has from prying eyes. "what brought you back into our midst? has tribbie informed you of the... recent developments around here, then?"

At first, there is no outward sign that his presence has even been registered. The professor is akin to a statue - not a muscle moves as he sits with arms crossed, a singular eye fixed upon the titan that stands, as ever, watching over the city. The symbol of deliverers and heroes. There is the subtlest shift of a brow as it furrows, fractionally, into the ghost of a frown.

"There is much you should work on." He moves at last, a simple shift of the head in acknowledgement of the one who has approached him. That single eye studies the bright, beaming face of the one bearing the brand of Deliverer, then casts away again, as if he has seen all he needs to see. "Has that woman sent you here to make sure I behave?"

It is slightly infuriating, though he has long accepted it as somthing beyond his control, that one cannot so much as breathe within this city without Aglaea being keenly aware of each inhale and exhale. He extracts a hand from his crossed arms, gives a casual wave to the empty seat that sits beside him. "You may as well sit." Of his fellow Heirs in this city, Phainon at least offers some potential for conversation. "I am always informed, Phainon. That is often the problem."

[svpernovae]

@apocryphis (Phainon) inquired:

" ... so who won?" phainon's question comes after a long silence - the stunned aftermath of battle, where every warrior lies aghast, a little disoriented by the improbable victory now lain in their lap. it is a silence phainon finds uncomfortable. it is a silence that weighs too heavy and tastes like a loss. so he breaks it; snaps it and tears at it as if it were a sheet of paper to be discarded, and turns bright blue eyes to his companion. "you or me? who got the most?" he chuckles - and it is too airy to be an honest one. "i must admit, i lost count after a while."

His mind was ringing, ears full of clashing sword echoes, ripples of groans and roars, the everlasting thrum of battle with swing of a fist. A rush, tearing tempest calls for blood, calls for bodies left in wake, calls for enemies to be slain. It's loud, near deafening and yet, his voice pierced through.

Mydei breathes and grounds himself, more for his sake than Phainon's. Perhaps the other hadn't noticed, and if he did, he never commented. But such was the grace the man extended to all his allies. A grace far too generous to a son of Kremnos, but Mydei still has some reason to himself. At least he hopes it'll never come to be that he'll have to abandon it. Not yet for now.

For now, there's the breathless laughter asking his attention. The dishonest smile pestered about by the Deliverer. Mydei would have been vexed for his faux honesty if he hadn't clashed with him before. His eyes dart to the man but he offers no smile. He knows very well Phainon hates this quiet, he cannot see the blessing that it is. It's annoying in the end, but just as grace is conceded to him, Mydei can also return the favor. If only to further dispel Phainon's discomfort so they can carry with their contest.

"We're in the same predicament." He rolls his shoulders back, shaking away the pressure as he relaxes his stance. Feeling more and more himself with each word. Perhaps Phainon's battle monologues have a purpose beyond annoying jest.

"But that doesn't mean we should stop." With arms crossed he assesses the other. Phainon is worse for wear, as expected of a mortal body. Still he has enough energy to put on an act, he always has. "We'll carry the contest back to Okhema."

Perhaps it's quiet itself that pushes him. This earned privacy where they are allowed to be honest should they truly chose to. Mydei cannot say he completely understands what it's like to fear death, much less the silence that follows battle. To him, it's but a sign of a job well done. A peace.

"..." Phainon remains the only one in Okhema capable of keeping up with him, but he's still very much a son of Elysiae. Still very much prone to falling to unnecessary sentiments of fallen comrades or sympathies for the enemy. It's all a matter of culture, one that's hard to breach but not impossible.

"Come." The warriors may be down but they're not helpless. Still for Phainon's sake, they can afford to extend a helping hand. "Let's check on who's sentient."

[immobiliter]

✿ what about herta and phainon now that... 3.3 and our discussions happened -- and lingsha/moze as a bonus if you have any thoughts besides what we've exstensively plotted of their schemes already!

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME / @apocryphis

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lmao can you tell that i really want them to be friends ventium. i've bolded good and bad influences because i feel like these two could honestly both learn from each other in a really intriguing way, especially as canon grinds on forward. plus if phainon is on a path of future emanator-hood or this is about to be unleashed in him going forward, i think keeping him around another emanator like herta could be really interesting. even if she's no expert on the destruction, with phainon being a pawn at the mercy of forces out of his control and being pulled in opposing directions, i would love to offer herta as an alternative influence. someone who i think would encourage him to assert autonomy over his life and choices in a way that we're not seeing from either the flame-chase journey or lygus going by that end scene in 3.3. that particular scene is just extra ammunition for herta to eviscerate that robot off the face of the planet jsyk phainon lmao.

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a lot of this stuff is really dependent on how canon unfolds and whether herta and phainon are eventually pitted against each other, but for the purpose of our arc seeing as they are already acquainted, i like to think that we'll be able to bring some nuance and complicated feelings into the mix. she may write him off as boring and not worthy of her time right now, but this is absolutely going to change and i'm very much here for that shift in perspective on her part. if he notices her becoming rather partial to aglaea however, she would like him to keep his mouth firmly shut thank you

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i'm stuck on who would be the bad influence here because sure moze kills people but lingsha is no saint and she does take a twisted sense of enjoyment in watching her schemes unfold lmao so. i think with these two it's their willingness to accept the worst parts of each other and that they won't judge each other for skirting those moral lines and resorting to what is necessary to protect their own or things that matter to them

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so... i don't want to cross off romance and rule it out altogether but i just don't see these two going this route at present. i think this is one of those let them both just do their thing and see what happens kind of dynamic. lingsha is a caring individual who would grow to become quite protective over moze i think, but in return i like to think that he would become just as protective over her and that's where i think the ride or die element would come into it

[yunarise]

@apocryphis / Phainon²

The sun is scalding that day, bearing down heavily on Phainon's shoulders and the top of his head. He doesn't feel the heat, but he feels its presence weighing down on all living things around him. The earth is dry, crunching as he steps on it. His boots kick up dust, and he wonders if his soles would burn if he walked barefoot. He almost hopes for it, that he would feel pain.

He keeps pressing onward until he enters the outskrits of a forest, then moves further until he reaches a thin trickle of river carving through. He drinks from it, shovelling water with his hands. Gloved. Despite the heat, he is fully covered with the exception of his head. ❝ You're staring, ❞ he speaks into the quiet. It's heavy, much like the burden placed upon both their backs.

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @apocryphis ( alhaitham ) || starter call. ]

─「エデン」─  " what do you think of this world and the titans ? " the comfortable silence between them was broken by her own curiosity, especially from him who had been living in a world ruled by god-like entities ( prior to being taken from there against his will, that is. ) her own EXPERIENCE with the archons and sovereigns was quite unique, in her own rights. she couldn't help wanting to know what he thought of them, and this world, as a whole.

                " they're certainly different from the archons, huh. slaying their own gods to forge a path to the future, quite a fate. "

[astrxlfinale]

The fact Caelus and Phainon talked about 'Coming out on top' as me and Ventium posted around the same moment.

is not beating the parallel allegations with these two. :|

yeah I'm talkin about you!! @apocryphis

[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

✏️ for aventurine and jiaoqiu and/or phainon and tribbie and/or aglaea and tribbie and/or feixiao and yukong!

incorrect quotes generator. accepting! @apocryphis

Jiaoqiu: Aventurine and I are no longer friends. Aventurine: JIAOQIU THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

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Jiaoqiu: Have you heard of Murphy’s law? The one where if something can go wrong, it will go wrong? Aventurine: Yeah, I have. Jiaoqiu: Have you heard of Cole’s law? Aventurine: Is this a joke about coleslaw? Jiaoqiu: …maybe.

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Phainon: And what do we say when someone refuses your offer? Tribbie: Suck it, boomer! Phainon: I don't know who "Boomer" is, but no.

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Tribbie: What state do you live in? Phainon: I live in a state of constant anxiety.

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Aglaea, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day? Tribbie: … Tribbie: What’s in the box? Aglaea: What woul- Tribbie: Aglaea, what’s in the box? Aglaea: I think you know.

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Tribbie: Dude, we can get mythical animals! Maybe I’ll get a penguin! Aglaea: Penguins are real. Tribbie: That’s the spirit, Aglaea! They’re real to me too!

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Feixiao: Guys, they're definitely prepared for us. They even have a training model of our brand new top-secret stealth helicopter. Yukong: No you idiot, that’s ours we crashed! Feixiao: Oh yeah. I guess that makes more sense.

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Yukong: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. Feixiao: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

[daybreakrising]

@apocryphis: "it’s important, what i do. it makes me feel useful." another chuckle, another smile to shrug off mydei's rebuffs and rebuttals. never seeing eye to eye, never quite agreeing on anything; even on the reasons that have led them right here and there, united under the same calling. in the relaxing atmosphere of the heros baths, perhaps they might even come to somewhat of a mutual understanding. for once. "i know you've been carrying the burden of your responsibilities your whole life, and i cannot imagine how difficult it must have been, but... to be honest, a part of me cannot help but be a little envious. knowing what you're here for. why you're needed. that you are needed. having a purpose can be a curse, but to people like me... it is also a blessing."

This endless optimism is as much an enigma as the man himself, Mydei thinks. How can someone who has seen so much death, so much destruction, remain so… positive? Still, he supposes, everyone has their own way of dealing with trauma, with strife, and… well, Phainon wouldn't be Phainon if he were any different. That he knows he would hate for him to change at all is indication enough of the budding friendship that continues to blossom between them. An unexpected development, but not an unwelcome one.

Envious. The word earns Phainon a pointed scoff from the prince. "There is very little to be envious about, Deliverer." But despite his words, a part of him does understand – after all, he knows a thing or two about curses that some might see as blessings. So many dream and wish for immortality, for a body that heals itself, but they see only the benefits and none of the flaws. Having a purpose… yes, he can see why that would be a blessing for the man beside him.

"You're a Chrysos Heir. You are needed." His words are blunt, his voice its usual gruff tone, but the sentiment is genuine. "Don't chase your purpose, Phainon. It is like fate – it will find you, in time."

[inominati]

@apocryphis sent: “   We’ll find a way out of this. ” phainon to mydei maybe?

Mydeimos rewards Phainon's words of encouragement with a huff. "Are you trying to comfort me or yourself, Deliverer?" He's visibly unfazed by the fact that they find themselves backed into a literal corner by a host of armed enemies approaching at a rapid pace. The sound of their armor clanging as they march, their boots thundering on the ground, their uneven breath and grunts rising like a storm from the horizon. The sound of war, the symphony of Mydei's life. It has long stopped to fill him with fear.

Phainon is ever the optimist and while Mydei likes to act as if he finds it grating, he is grateful for it. Less so for his own sanity and more because he would hate to see Phainon lose hope; it'd be akin to a shining star fading into darkness. If anyone deserves to see a brighter world realized, it's him.

He scans the wall ahead of them, ancient but solid like the rest of the complex. There are cracks along the height of it, typical wear and tear, but the structure still holds impressively well, built to last. However, probably not built to withstand the wrath of a demi-god. Mydei smirks. "How about a way through?" he asks, raising his arm as it begins to glow a fiery red, crimson flames licking at his fingers before turning into solid deadly crystal. He doesn't need to look back to know that their attackers are approaching fast.

"Take cover," he says, barely giving Phainon time to comply before he sends his power flying into the wall like a battering ram, punching a hole right through it, large enough for half a battalion, and sending depris raining everywhere - somehow missing both of them. The explosion is enough to make their enemies halt and for a moment a stunned silence falls over the hall, the only sound that of falling rocks and sand raining down around them. Then, a sharp crack splits the air (and the wall) and the earth begins to rumble. Hm, maybe a bit too much power.

"Time to run," Mydei says and charges forward, positive that Phainon will be smart enough not to linger.

[svpernovae]

@apocryphis (Aglaea) inquired:

the click of her heels is almost imperceptible on the marble of the temple, but aglaea knows mydei won't fail to notice it. she senses him turn, and offers him a quiet smile as greeting, arms folding over her robes as she stops at his side, looking over the magnificent view of the city before them. "i have heard from phainon that you are considering giving up the coreflame of strife so that he can claim it on your stead." she says, eyes raising to glaze over him; the agitation beneath his skin burning at the tip of her golden threads, scorching like embers beneath the ash of the hearth. "are you sure about this, mydei? nikador is such a symbol for you and your people... would you not wish to claim the coreflame for yourself?"

It never fails to catch him just how bright Okhema can be. Humanity's sanctuary stands as the last beacon of light, eternal midday sun making people forget there is such a thing as darkness. It's delusional attempt at concealing fate makes for a dull paradise but Mydei cannot censor a city that isn't his. For the moment, he remains as a guest, a pawn to the golden heirs should they need a sword to cut through the black tide. And he'll gladly fill such a role if his people can survive for another day. Displaced as they are, even a fake paradise is better than to roam aimless in the dark.

He hears her before he sees her but there's no need to acknowledge. Aglaea knows how he operates, years of communion under the prophecy has made them accustomed to each others personalities. He can appreciate her care in playing blind to his intentions when he first sought refuge in the golden city. Their vow to each other stays as proof that the refugee people of Kremnos will not turn their spears at Okhema as long as both draw breath.

However, he wished at this moment she'd chosen to ignore the current situation.

"Nikador stopped being our Titan the moment we left Kremnos." Bitter words to deliver but said as plain truth. Their maddened god has lost their reason, bringing nothing but destruction and fear in their wake. His people could not survive against an immortal god who seeks their blood. They could not survive his father's mistake.

"Regardless, Phainon is the perfect heir. He also carries the values of Strife within him." Mydei is not one to delve into what shouldn't be shared. Even as the crown prince, even as the rightful heir, even as descendant of Gorgo, he will not take the coreflame for himself. The ruin of his people will fall upon his hands, the death of Nikador as well. The Strife should not belong to a traitor. The hero deserves to bring it back to it's glory.

"As long as he can overcome the fear in his heart, glory shall become his crown." It's at that moment where he finally acknowledges her. The heir of romance makes justice to her title but he knows the beauty shrouds great sorrow. To weave fate is to forget oneself, to surrender to a will that is not their own. Mydei could not live like that, he refuses so, he does not envy her.

"Is that not what was prophesied golden weaver?"

[immobiliter]

@apocryphis sent: " ... " how could he broach the subject without being... impolite? phainon is not typically one for overt courtesy, but even he has manners (despite what a certain kremnoan crown prince may try to say); and manners dictate that he does not so outwardly ask why their guest is staring at him with such an obvious frown knitted between her brow. ah, no matter. phainon just cannot resist the impulse that rests in equal parts in curiosity and a mild, inexplicable sense of looming dread. "ma'am, i apologise if i'm out of place but... have i done anything to displease you?" he asks, a smile clumsily etched onto clear, open, amicable face. "you have been... staring at me as if i have committed an offense, but i can't for the life of me figure out what it could have been." (bully him herta he deserves it -)

       Just when she thought Amphoreus couldn't get any worse ( and, really, it was bad enough already: mystery or not, since when had the crew of the Astral Express signed her up for so much field work? ), that was when she had seen him. White hair, blue eyes, butter-wouldn't-melt-in-his-mouth, insufferably lop-sided grin. Oh yes, he was a problem. The boy had the word hero written all over him, and what could possibly be more boring than that? Herta understood, of course, that heroes were apparently in high demand in this place — twelve of them were necessary for the prophecy that had been imposed on this planet, though she would much rather talk to the playwright than yet another actor following the script ( though, by droidhead THEMSELF, he had been a spectacularly good casting, all things considered ). He would not have had any answers that she was looking for. He would just prove to be yet more white noise on a planet so full of needless distractions and dead-ends.

       Oh? He'd noticed her staring? What a pity.

       “ Hm? Oh, you've done nothing yet. But you will, ” she said coolly, sparing him an appraising glance now that he was fully in her field of view. If she stared at him any longer, she feared she'd be at serious risk of losing brain-cells ( and that would be a terrible thing for the entire cosmos ). “ You're just about to ask if I need assistance, aren't you? ” In all honesty, there had been no proof either way that he was about to do anything of the sort, but that wasn't going to stop Herta from conjuring her keyblade and lightly tapping him on the front of the shirt with it. “ Let me stop you there. The more you engage with me, the longer I will be on this planet and the more bad-tempered I will get. Do you understand? ”

[predvestnik]

:: ✦ // LINK: Which kind of element-based symbolism do you connect with?

Water as baptism

religious connotations aside, water’s most famous meaning is that of baptism: the daily use of water as a cleansing tool—bathing, washing hands, all sorts of renewing rituals—is as ever-present in our lives as change itself. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. Something about your life is unsatisfactory, and you ache for dramatic escape. Remember that just dreaming about a nebulous better future is not enough—chances are that the one-time massive upheaval you are imagining will not come, and it is up to you to make things happen yourself. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

Tagged by: @poswiecenia Ty ty!! Tagging: @ccaptain for the HSR verse (do Argenti too or else) @snowtombedstar @verdantluxury (all the pookies) @drakyns @hulizi @apocryphis (Jiyan and/or Phainon, wanna hear about them thank youuuu)

[lunaetis]

@apocryphis replied to your post :

phainon vc: wait what pictures -

─「エデン」─  " nothing you have to worry about. you guys look really good. " she quickly put march's camera away to hide the said pictures.

[astrxlfinale]

❝  i get a feeling that heading home isn’t an option for you, so take care of yourself out there.  ❞ (phainon to caelus!)

Home. A place? The people? Somehow this topic drags at a more visceral side of his very being. It digs, holding itself akin to a taunting trophy that wants to parade that very fact. Somehow that very simplicity found itself entrenched in possibility.

Caelus would be a liar to say that he didn't hate it.

Even as in this moment, Fuli's very grasp cooled the static like chaos to let him peer back. To dive through that writhing void that's almost determined to keep him at bay, to route the logic of biological function and will as a meticulous gate. Right now, Okhema's presence found itself a touch suffocating as this topic delved onto his mind. What kind of Trailblazer would enjoy being trapped in the unknown?

He's not sure what expression is sported upon his face once turning to Phainon. Intensity, lingering sorrow, a steadfast stubbornness that finds itself simmering into a pool of pure determination. That's what burns within his golden eyes as the sapphire pools are almost challenged in a way. "Giving me advice I've already been followin', pal."

And now Amphoreus with its Aeonic Titan criss cross wanted to become a new barrier. A place that lets him discover the more he dares to bind himself. Somehow, the Stellaron within found itself growing sharpened edges at the very idea. Something was trying to make itself too comfortable. That alone aggravated it's very need to conquer, to keep that indomitable, Imaginary hand settled as a way to deter that very progress.

Upon a pivoting heel, the Trailblazer turns to face the Deliverer fully. Kindness could never fully scrape away these unknown sparks that decides to dance between them.

"Would you be willing to make a new one?" There's a timed pause before he continues, tasting and tearing those very words into reality. "If everything that made your old one, even the memories were nothing but dust in your hand. Would you take the option to create one with what's before you?" Through a flicker of his soul, images of the Stellaron Hunters, of the Astra Express, it created a new tapestry that made some unknown part of him scream in sheer agitation.

Yet the intention to keep tearing that very past, that very core apart to redefine refuses to stop.

@apocryphis

[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

✿ jiaoqiu and aventurine and/or yukong and feixiao and/or tribbie and phainon and/or tribbie and aglaea pls <3 feel free to do any mix!

pre-estab relationship meme. accepting! @apocryphis

you're in luck ventium because you get all of them :3

Jiaoqiu & Aventurine

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ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /[your muse is mines] childhood crush  /[my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side]/  unrequited [from my muses side]/  unrequited [from both sides]/  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]/  soulmates  [ literal ]/  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [on your muse]/  cheating [with your muse]/  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half]/  siblings [step]/[my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /[my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /[my muse] is a parental figure to yours  /[my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /[your muse] is taken under mines wing  /[my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

Yukong & Feixiao

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /[your muse] is the good influence  /[your muse] is the bad influence  /[my muse] is the good influence  /[my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /[your muse is mines] childhood crush  /[my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side]/  unrequited [from my muses side]/  unrequited [from both sides]/  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]/  soulmates  [ literal ]/  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [on your muse]/  cheating [with your muse]/  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half]/  siblings [step]/[my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /[my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /[my muse] is a parental figure to yours  /[my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /[your muse] is taken under mines wing  /[my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other (sisters in arms your honor)

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

Tribbie & Phainon

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /[your muse] is the good influence  /[your muse] is the bad influence  /[my muse] is the good influence  /[my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /[your muse is mines] childhood crush  /[my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side]/  unrequited [from my muses side]/  unrequited [from both sides]/  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]/  soulmates  [ literal ]/  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [on your muse]/  cheating [with your muse]/  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half]/  siblings [step]/[my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /[my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /[my muse] is a parental figure to yours  /[my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /[your muse] is taken under mines wing  /[my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

Tribbie & Aglaea

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /[your muse] is the good influence  /[your muse] is the bad influence  /[my muse] is the good influence  /[my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /[your muse is mines] childhood crush  /[my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side]/  unrequited [from my muses side]/  unrequited [from both sides]/  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]/  soulmates  [ literal ]/  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [on your muse]/  cheating [with your muse]/  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half]/  siblings [step]/[my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /[my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /[my muse] is a parental figure to yours  /[my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /[your muse] is taken under mines wing  /[my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[aymariaseila]

castorice:

"Here." A book is pushed across the table, keeping the respectful distance offered to the one who embodies death. They are but a pitiful joke the two of them, the undying and the gentle killer. Truly if someone should be able to hang around Castorice it would be Mydei, yet he still respects the touch of Thanatos. Even after having felt it's cruelty countless times, after experiencing it's pain a thousandfold, Mydei cannot find in himself wishing for it's gentler side.

"I think you'll enjoy this." The book is but a compilation of old maids tales, legends of the titans and their mishaps, of their loves, wars and friendships. Mydei cannot fandom what it is truly like to become a demigod, he figures it must be much like his current condition. Undying, stagnant, only pushed by the threads of fate. It's a cruel existence, a dull one.

In a sense, he can understand why Castorice enjoys these past myths. Even if what they spout is but erroneous facts, they paint an existence worth living. They paint a comforting fate for the titans and the demi gods, one where they can still act human.

"Have you finished the last one?"

aglaea (apocryphis):

In spite of his nature, he is not used to the blood. Not truly. So much of what he does is but to offer merciful outings. An honorable warrior knows that death is but the last option, even if it dances freely in the battlefield amongst the strife. He feels somewhat conscious, to have spilled blood in front of the golden weaver.

They had been but barely made acquaintances, word bound still fresh in their interactions as the Kremonian Detachment still makes itself known to Ohkema. Yet his sword was pulled to defend her nonetheless. He's sure she had foretold this, in her eternal weaving of scenarios, she must have predicted this attack. And yet, she chose to let Mydei handle it. She chose for him to draw blood in front of the demigod and wound the assailant.

She chose to see him as the spear that Nikador is meant to be. And he does not like that.

"Did you hope I would dispose of them?" The assailant has long fled, a trail left behind for the guards should they chose to follow it.

"Do you think of me as a dog to order as you do with the kin of Thanatos?"

gallagher (avaere)

It was rare for Mydei to frequent taverns. He wasn't much of a drinker,

Phainon (chaeios)

"What are you waiting for?"

When he had first met Phainon he'd thought of him as lacking. The golden weaver had foretold of him being the Deliverer, the one who would ascend and change the world. But when they were finally presented to each other, the expectation did not meet reality. Phainon is the perfect heir, but he is still human. His aloof demeanor cannot hide what haunts him, much less his doubt.

It barely took a few clash of swords for Mydei to discover this. Phainon is strong, strong enough to withstand the onslaught of strikes Mydei sends his way. But his poise lacks commitment, there's a tremble to his hold, a doubt in his gaze played as mere lackadaisical nature. As if he's but playing a sparring game. It's downright insulting.

He allows Phainon to over power him, if only to see what he'd do. He knows of his condition, he knows he cannot die and yet. The man faltered, panicked move to prevent from truly committing to the blow. Mydei is furious.

"Do you pity Deliverer?" Taking a hold of Phainon's wrist, he keeps the sword right where it is to prevent the man from trying to flee.

"The gods won't be still for you." With a swift kick, he knocks the man off his feet letting him fall unceremoniously in front of him. Taking a hold of the sword that was once in Phainon's possession.

"Next time." The sword is aimed, perfect angle to impale through the chest.

"Commit to the kill." Phainon is still mortal. The swords end meets the ground instead, it's edges barely kissing Phainon's cheek. But the intention was there.