Trap_card_hyperfixations
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"You're not... Phainon, are you?" Mydei couldn't help but say. "You never... over steep the chamomile."
Phainon's hands shook even more. "I'm just," Phainon licked his lips, tongue running nervously over the seam of his lips. "Tired."
"Tired," Mydei repeated. He couldn't help but press Phainon, unnoticing of how Phainon seemed like a nervous wild animal, ready to bolt at any moment. "You never over steep the chamomile." He said once more.
Phainon didn't look at him. "I said I'm just tired," he gritted, more forceful this time.
Involuntary fear crept up Mydei's spine. It was more instinct than rationale, at this point. He knew Phainon would never hurt him on purpose. It was the Reaver.
And yet the Reaver wore Phainon's face and hurt him anyway.
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21 Sep 2025
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A bunch of Phaidei fics to test out new prompts and try getting better at writing.
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18 Sep 2025
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Phainon blinks as Mydei lets go of his hand, and his hand falls back to his side. "Mydei, like the crown prince Mydeimos?"
Mydei, for some reason, tenses again, reminiscent of a startled cat that's about to either run away or scratch him, which Phainon doesn't mind. He wants to see how strong Kremnoans are, see if their rumoured strength is true.
"I thought you said you knew nothing about the crown prince."
Phainon immediately raises his hands in surrender. "Wait, wait! I have no ill intention towards your crown prince, really! I only know his name and his fabled prowess in battles. I don't even know what he looks like."
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17 Sep 2025
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For most of his life, the crown prince of Castrum Kremnos never had the freedom to make his own choices.
Even before Mydeimos could understand what a choice was, it had been taken from him.
Until he met Phainon.
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17 Sep 2025
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Mydeimos, political prisoner is sentenced to the worst thing in the world, friendship and college. Maybe he met Titans along the way but this seriously isn’t his year - wait is this a cult?
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16 Sep 2025