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    Mydei doesn't think much of it when his class is one minute late.

    But as the clock on his wall ticks away, signalling that now—after losing himself in deep thought over how to handle today's lesson—it's currently ten past the hour, he finally starts getting suspicious. It's normal for classes to overrun on occasion, gods, even he's even done it before. However, it's an entirely different thing when it's this much time that's gone by without any prior notice. Mydei pushes his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose, as they've gradually slid down while he was staring at the worksheets on his desk.

    He sighs, glancing at the clock once again. Two more minutes, he promises himself, and then he'll go figure out where the hells his class has disappeared off to.

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  2. Public Bookmark 69

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    “These…” she blinked slowly. “Aren’t so bad?”

    Phainon stared at her with dead eyes.

    “They’re not!” Cyrene assured him. “It could always be worse, you know. Peri in my class just has a ‘hi’ on her arm. Imagine trying to find a soulmate when their first words to you are ‘hi’? Yours are very…” she squinted at Phainon’s neck. “Original.”

    ’Original?’” Phainon repeated, bafflement clear in his voice. “There’s nothing original about them. My soulmate just hates me.”

    or a phaidei meet cute soulmate au.

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    After Amphoreus finally becomes a real world, Phainon hides himself away in a collapsing building outside Okhema, his body failing under infection and exhaustion while his mind refuses to stop replaying every death he has caused across thirty-three million cycles. He expects to be forgotten in silence—but Mydei finds him, alive and breaking, and refuses to let him disappear.

    or Phainon tries to die quietly after the loops end, but Mydei refuses to let him become another casualty of them.

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    "So... I dare you—no, I double dare you to tell me what it is you want most right now. Anything at all; don't be shy!"

    Something he wanted?

    It was a fruitless question. No matter how hard Khaslana searched within, he couldn't find a single wish spawned from his own desire. However, as an old friend, the swordsman supposed... he could humour her with a simple confession.

    "I... just want to rest."

    After everything, Khaslana chooses to 'live' in solitude, but the Chrysos Heirs now harbour a different wish for him to fulfil.

    Having now outlived his purpose, he decides to grant them their newest prayers, eventually.

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  5. Public Bookmark 55

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    “When death finally takes me away from you…” Mydei’s voice broke the quiet, and Phainon froze, the smile vanishing. 

    “Mydei—” 

    But Mydei only whispered, “Listen.” 

    It was not a command, but a plea, and Phainon fell silent. Mydei lifted their joined hands, pressing his lips against the back of Phainon’s knuckles slowly, reverently, like prayer, like worship. His eyes never left Phainon’s face, memorizing every line, every shadow, every beloved detail as though carving it into his soul. 

    Between each word, he kissed Phainon’s knuckles again and again, desperate to convey what fate denied them—that he wanted this devotion in their lifetime too, but prophecy had already stolen that chance. “When death finally takes me away from you,” he repeated softly, lips brushing skin, “I will hold you with my other hand… and promise to find you in that new tomorrow you will deliver us to.”

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    The aftermath of tommorow

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