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oh, the intimacy.
the vulnerability of standing in front of him who has changed so much that he himself believes he's now an entirely different man, and he has failed you.
yet you still share with him your greatest weakness, from the moment you met, and every lifetime since,
thinking about the triplet au endgame
khas would def be mydei's consort (bc he's the most even tempered and political-minded of the bros)
khao would be mydei's general (if mydei's not joining the battle himself)
and phainon... well, he's gonna be the favorite concubine
... a day in the life of the triplet au where they're living happily ever after?
(i can't stop writing, pls yell at me to take breaks)
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when mydei opens his eyes, it's to the curtains gently billowing in the wind of his chambers, with a warm, white-haired beloved in his arms.
maybe something family oriented this time
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when audata became pregnant, she expected to only have one child. she and hieronymus have been trying for so long that when she finally took, she prayed to oronyx to thank them for the blessing
what she /didn't/ expect was triplets.
@Nor_Oplan at one point he might've been annoyed that he has to come back to the ground and just throws himself off a cliff just bc he knows it's faster to revive than make the effort to go down
it's gonna be painful and a bitch, but he's used to it
mydei standing on his favorite rooftop, quietly enjoying the sounds of life in the market below
then phainon, seeing him from below, tilts his head up and calls out
"mydei! come down from there! let's spar!"
and mydei, after raising an eyebrow, simply shrugsβ
and FALLS.
(idk where this came from but the inspiration came from a sndbna yt vid that crossed my algo where bna floats into snd's arms with the prettiest bgm ever
and i was overtaken by a vision of mydei literally falling into phainon's arms slow-mo style
i YEARNED ok)
but phainon can't help the flex of his hands, the warmth of mydei's skin still lingering on his fingers.
(and unbeknownst to him, hidden by long, shaggy locks, mydei's ears are as red as the tips of his hair, waist twinging with the phantom sensation of phainon's strength.)
random woman: mydei, i love your top! where'd you get it?
mydei : thanks. he's well trained. but i'm afraid you're out of luck, he's one of a kind.
woman: ...
phainon: ... *minding his own business*
phainon: ?!?!?!