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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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    Behind the glass, careful script paints flowery imagery of spars under a golden sun, of quiet dinners that carry low conversations late into the night, endless prose of a domestic life thought impossible. If it is only a hopeless fantasy now, Mydei reads with bated breath, then in every life after I will reach out again and again to take your hand in mine.

    Mydei inhales sharply. Turns on his teleslate. Slowly dials Phainon’s number from memory.

    Phainon picks up on the first ring. “Mydei! Is something the matter?”

    Hearing Phainon’s voice, a million wrong words pool at the tip of his tongue. When were you planning to confess that you’re in love with me, Mydei wants to say.

    “I’m at Okhema’s museum for the exhibit you told me about,” Mydei says eventually. “It’s been… informative.” Why did you write a dozen love letters to me in the span of three days, he doesn’t mention.

    [in which phainon learns the hard way why keeping track of your belongings is so important. mydei gets ahold of some letters long overdue.]

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    05 Jul 2025

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    “Teach me how to kiss.”

    Mydei’s jaw drops.

    “It's a win-win, right? You get to… I dunno, yell at me when I mess something up - which, let’s be honest, you love doing - don’t even try to deny it,” Mydei sneers but stays silent, which Phainon takes as a victory. “And as a cheeky bonus,” He continues, throwing in a wink as he puffs up his chest and puts his hands on his hips. “You get to make out with one of the top three most handsome guys on campus… me!”

    Mydei stares at him, wearing an expression so twisted Phainon could’ve mistaken it as him finding out he’d stepped in a pile of shit.

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    24 Apr 2025

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    “Glad to see you back among the living,” Phainon says through a yawn, clearly having spent the night in the uncomfortable chair in the infirmary by Mydei’s side. Like he often does.

    Mydei’s head hurts. Just the regular kind of pain, easily managed by ignoring it until it goes away. But what makes it worse, is the confusion at his predicament. The memories returning to him in death used to vary in time and people who appeared in them. Why is it always Phainon nowadays?

    “Fuck you,” Mydei says, hoarsely. He feels like he is losing his mind.

    Phainon’s mouth locks mid-yawn and he blinks down at him stupidly, tilting his head with confusion. It’s probably fair, he hasn’t even done anything to earn Mydei’s ire as of late.

     

    or; Human brain lives for a few more minutes after dying, replaying the most cherished memories. Mydei starts seeing Phainon after each of his deaths.

     

    Translation into Russian (Русский) available: here
    Translation into Chinese (中文-普通话 國語) available: here

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    22 Mar 2025

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    “Why do they throw flowers?”

    “They’re well-wishes,” Phainon answers. “Crocuses are for new beginnings, cyclamen are for love, colchicum for fidelity. They’re blessing the marriage.”

    Mydei’s hand shifts a little lower, warm fingers circling Phainon’s wrist. “Your traditions are terribly sentimental.”

    “Romantic,” Phainon corrects. “Just call them romantic.”
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    To save his people, Mydei strikes a deal. Aid in exchange for two things: the coreflame of Strife and his hand in marriage.

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