their relationship has.. slowly gotten better than what it had been when mydei arrived in okhema; the occasional spar, a rare genuine smile on phainon's face, maybe a laugh if mydei is lucky to pull one out of him. that's fine, really. it's good for the flame chase that they aren't at each other's throats. ❪..❫ it's when mydei isn't around that he finds himself mourning the man, and they pause. and then freak out. because no, no. /no./ this can't happen again, they can't fall in love with him again. he'll leave, again. and once more, khaslana will be alone to pick up the pieces of his broken heart. what they have is good. these thoughts plague their brain for the next few days– barely registering it when their name is called. on the third call, phainon finally glances over his shoulder. "... eh? sorry, what's up mydei? "
* more of the mydei washing up on aedes elysiae au
