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    Mydei's career choice of being a exorcist who exorcises demons for a living is rather annoying considering he can't actually exorcise them on his own and depends on his assigned partner for it; Phainon.

    If only life were simple.
    If only Phainon wasn't also the king of demons in his spare time.

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    “Your pronunciation’s even worse than a toddler’s.” 

    “That’s because you’re a terrible teacher,” Phainon says, petulance in his voice thin over affection.

    Only then does Mydei fully turn to his side to face him, eyeing the way the dim light seems to catch the silver of Phainon’s hair. He reaches over without thinking. “Like this,” he mutters, thumb pressing against Phainon’s bottom lip to force the correct shape. “Your tongue here,” his touch lingers. “And don’t enunciate the last syllable too much.” 

    Or, when Phainon asked Mydei to teach him the Kremnoan language, he expected refusal. Much to his surprise, Mydei agrees. But as the words come easier, so does everything else Phainon was never supposed to understand.

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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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    He reaches forth. The sharp tip of gauntlet-clad fingers traces, deliberately dragging a slow path along the golden sun etched on the side of Phainon’s neck, pressing into delicate skin. The string hangs between them and shimmers with each motion. His finger catches the leather choker that sits snug around Phainon neck, hooks beneath the thin strap.

    Mydei tugs.

    The pull is sharp yet gentle at the same time, more of an invitation than a command to force him down. The man is strong enough to remain unbudged. He knows that Phainon can choose to not react at all, he has more than enough strength to resist if chooses to, much more than enough to remain unmoved.

    But instead of ignoring like he always does when it comes to their soulmate bond, Phainon gives in.

    Or, Mydei doesn’t know why Phainon keeps avoiding the obvious, or more simply put, the thread of fate that binds them together as soulmates. Which then leads to him wondering: how far can he go until the Deliverer breaks?

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    “I told you. I am him, so there’s no need for concern. He’s still here. Somewhere inside of me. We always become one upon death.” He sounds like Anaxagoras, raving about devouring gods along with Coreflames. About becoming gods themselves.

    Phainon looks away. “You must think me a monster, now.”

    Mydei, hand still on Phainon’s cheek, curls his fingers around his jaw and turns Phainon’s face back to him. “Never. I just don’t understand. So explain, Deliverer. Where did all of this come from?”

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