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    “You’ll break your ankle if you do it like that.”

    The things that happen in flashes of moments, leading to roads unthought of, is how people can end up in the most unexpected of places — for Phainon turns on his heel abruptly, failing to catch himself in time as he trips over his own boot. Time slows for him as he waits, waits, and waits for his back to hit the ice. There is a poet, whose work he read in the tucked-away corner of the library where cosy chairs and warm mugs of tea steamed between him and his classmates, who once wrote; “the world will end not with a bang, but with a whimper” — and perhaps, this is how Phainon’s world ends.

    A young man from Aedes Elysiae. A man who grew wings to touch greatness only to fall back down again. An angel found in the cold, lifeless fluorescence of a skating rink. Phainon; he almost had it all.

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    "You do know we're soulmates right?"

    "..."

    "Mydei? Did you hear me?"

    "Mhm."

    Why couldn't Mnestia bless him with a better soulmate? Phainon gritted his teeth. This was not the romantic encounter Cyrene had told him all about. Why was Mydei so intent on pushing Phainon so far away? Why couldn't he just.. accept him as his soulmate?

    [word count fun number: 100,000 || 13/09/25 !!]

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    28 Dec 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 62

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    Mydei has always wanted to be a professional Formula 1 driver. He has always wanted to be like him. Like his idol, Khaslana, the legendary driver who won his first race at just 16 years old and who, for seven years, never lost his first position in races.

    But reality is harder than he expected.

    He discovered this when his mother passed away. When his father went to prison.

    When Khaslana disappeared after that horrible accident in that final race.

    And he discovered it again when he didn't finish in a good position in his first championship, meaning he could be eliminated if he didn't finish in the top 15 in the next race.

    ''You're good at this, Mydei. You're a good driver. You have the skill and the desire, but you lack experience.'' his manager says.

    ''And you've found me a coach, is that what you're trying to tell me?'' Mydei snorted.

    Why would he need a coach when there were only six days left until the next race? What kind of brilliant mind had Aglaea found for him?

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    05 Dec 2025

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    At the end of the four millionth eternal recurrence, Khaslana finally passes the torch to a new Phainon, and expects to fade away. Instead he wakes up in another world, reunited with the Chrysos Heirs of the original cycle, his beloved family… and Mydei.

    Mydei, who had parted from Phainon in that original timeline, both knowing what they meant to each other, but unable to act upon it. Mydei, whom Khaslana then killed throughout countless following lives.

    (Phainon gets to heal in a quiet, peaceful world. Khaslana learns what it is to be loved again.)

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    The sight seizes air from his lungs, because behind the counter, arranging a bouquet of white tulips and pink lilies with a gentle precision, is a man who he would recognize anywhere, someone who he feels like he’s known across a thousand lifetimes.

    Phainon’s seen him in sun-drenched markets. In the battlefield, in bathhouses, under the moonlight with the same sharp eyes. He’s seen the same hands that are currently arranging flowers offer him a cup of pomegranate juice. He’s felt those hands against his own. He’s seen them stained with gold.

    “Mydei?”

    Only when ‘Mydei’s’ eyes widen in surprise does Phainon realize that he’s been staring, jaw slacked. At a complete stranger. Fuck.

    Or, Phainon learns that giving flowers to a florist is harder than it seems, especially when that florist looks exactly like the man who he’s seen a hundred times before in his dreams.

    (Written for Phaidei Week, Day 3: Flowers, Reincarnation)

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    08 Oct 2025