‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓

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[ً @aslovewept]

how you are fallen from heaven, o day star, son of dawn!

[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

@SANGVINEUS ᅠ

“i believe my standing demands more respect than being treated like a dog on a leash.”

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[dawn @dawnurora]

day 5: food/cooking 🍪 #phaideiweek2026 #phaidei

[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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endless verses for my ears alone.”

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[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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index finger and thumb cup chin in unison while broad shoulders heave with a studied over-exaggerated roll of indifference. “who knows? maybe he did.” big back slumps flush against a weathered vermilion pillar, large digits subdue »

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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍MYDEIMOS. @SANGVINEUS]

He wasn't expecting him to recite the next verse so eloquently with perfect timing as well, and his eyes widened in surprise. A thought formed in his mind as he turned to face the one he still called Deliverer.

"...Has my past self ever read this to you?" It was a strange --

[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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into gentle, self-soothing instruments as they idly preen and weave through own divine feathers, as a vulnerable habit of comfort. “we’ve always been like brothers, haven’t we? you trusted me enough to loop your »

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[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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reason can reconcile the monster his past student has now become.

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[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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the grove of epiphany, a prestigious academic he remembers far too well, though thoughts cling even tighter to the elusive founder of the nousporist school. he now scours every secluded corner for that lost mentorship, though »

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[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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requirement. no, that latter miracle isn’t happening any time soon. a handful of strides further, and the soft gleam of mint filaments catches light, broad frame stiffens as the uncertainty settles in, wondering if a man of pure »

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[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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clear phainon’s stalking habits have dwarfed anything khaslana could ever muster. “spare that poor tree the wrath of your fists, mydeimos.”

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[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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training grounds lay completely deserted, devoid of a single gladiator in a rare turn of events. for this particular cycle, a certain kremnoan trains alone on the grassy periphery of okhema, even as the sun shines with an »

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[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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unprecedented brightness that drowns the landscape in gold. locked on the solitary @lanceofstrife, a searing amber gaze tracks every flex of muscle from the fringes, an eerily methodical vigil that makes it »

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[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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voice trails behind, hushed and surprisingly delicate against the inferno consuming his core, as his form encroaches, a soothing, golden warmth blooms through the chill, though he holds his ground to ensure no flesh meets flesh.

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[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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as predictable as clockwork, vision erupts before amber eyes, mydei’s finger points across the dusted bookshelves to settle upon the identical volume and verse, while khaslana sweeps honeyed oceans along the familiar route.

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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍MYDEIMOS. @SANGVINEUS]

Perhaps it was a good thing he is not aware of all that has happened throughout the cycles. Perhaps it was a good thing that he never knew what secrets were kept in the confinement or in his library over and over again. And yet, it wouldn't matter at the end of the day, --

[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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“over snow by winter sown, and through the merry flowers of june, over grass and over stone, and under mountains in the moon.”

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[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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finger against shelved tomes, his touch is pyre, guaranteed to ignite treasured pages into blazing cinders.

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[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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the royal weight of the garbaniphoro library is never lost on khaslana, nor are the quiet crannies and hidden corners mydei believes he is entirely ignorant of. iteration after iteration, he finds himself dragged back to the exact »

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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍MYDEIMOS. @SANGVINEUS]

Mydei wasn't the type to willingly spend time with someone he truly thought was a nuisance anyway. His words, at times, don't match the expression on his face. The journey to his library felt a little liberating to him, almost akin to opening the doors to a part of himself --

[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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same tapestries and tomes. and truthfully, cycle after relentless cycle, his pulse refuses to calm, hammering harder with every revisited inch. “care to read me one of your favorite verses?” tragically, he dared not press a single »

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[‍ ‍⌗ ‍ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐫 ‍𝐨𝐟 ‍𝑪͟𝙷͟𝙰͟𝙾͟𝚂͟ ‍ 𖤓 @wardenruin]

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╱ time to get things properly started!

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