Archive of Our Own

Being a Chrysos Heir came with many duties and responsibilities — the black tide and the consequences it constantly holds above their heads were a heavy burden, so much more so for the Deliverer. Despite that, they were also living beings, humans or demigods alike, and they all needed a break from time to time.

Phainon, Mydei and Castorice recently evacuated a temple near Janusopolis that was attacked by the black tide, and escorted the survivors to Okhema. Hyacine treated the injured, while also reassuring them that they are safe here, and that everything will be alright. Tribbie, Trianne and Trinnon helped the people settle down in their new homes and made them feel comfortable. Aglaea, of course, dealt with the Council and the issues brought up by the spread of the black tide. They were busy for many days following the evacuation, with barely any time to rest. It came to no one's surprise that they were all exhausted by the end of it.

After everything was taken care of, they finally had some respite, and they could take a breather from their duties. Hyacine was determined to have everyone relax and have fun, as it's been a long time since they've had an opportunity like this, after all. The pink-haired doctor put on a pastel-hued, rainbow-colored shawl, before exiting her room at Entry Hour.

She first went to search for Castorice with Little Ica following close behind and dooting happily, finding her in the Library of Philia, writing, working on her current piece. Upon noticing Hyacine approaching, Castorice's whole face lit up with a smile as she put her pen down and got up to greet her friend with a small courtesy bow.

“Hi Cassie!”

“Hello, Miss Hyacine and Little Ica.” Castorice said as she straightened her posture, facing the two. The servant of Death took one look at the doctor to notice the new addition of clothing the latter chose to wear today.

"That is a lovely shawl you have, Miss Hyacine."

"Thank you, Cassie. There’s a reason I wanted to wear it today." The pink-haired woman said as she took the shawl off of her shoulders and handed one end to Castorice.

The purple-haired woman was a bit confused but took the dangling end of the shawl carefully, holding it with both hands. Hyacine tugged at it lightly and Castorice then understood why the other chose to wear a shawl, and smiled again.

Hyacine's own smile widened, eyes crinkling as Little Ica went to flutter around the other in circles, making them both giggle. Shortly after, they headed to their next destination, the Hero's Bath.

The two women chatted along their way, catching up and talking about places they wanted to visit today. It took them a while, but they reached Okhema soon enough. On their way to the bathhouse, they decided to visit the training grounds first since it was closer.

They were greeted by dust in the air and sparks from metal clashing against metal. The two warriors were sparring, as they do in every idle moment of theirs, exchanging blows as if they were words. Phainon went in with a slash forward, only for Mydei to block the blow with ease and hold the other's weapon within his grasp, giving the other a knowing smirk. The hero couldn't help but mirror the prince's expression before both of their faces melted into something far too soft for the battlefield, but just right for the moment they were sharing.

Despite the nature of their spars being violent, the two women exchanged a knowing look, giggling as they observed the stark difference between harsh blows and the smiles they were giving each other.

Hyacine called out to them, both looking at her with slight surprise as they were dragged out of their moment, and back into reality. Phainon all but rushed over to the two women, greeting them in excitement. Mydei followed shortly after, in long slow strides, hands crossed over his chest as he gave them a nod along with his greeting.

"It's been a while, Lord Phainon, Lord Mydei." Castorice said while giving them both a small courtesy bow, hands resting in front of her, still holding onto the shawl.

"It really has been. It's good to see the both of you." Phainon answered, smiling brightly at them.

"Uhum, it's been too long!" Hyacine chirped, eyes crinkling due to her smile, while little Ica went on to nuzzle against Phainon's cheek, dooting happily.

"Whoa there, little fella." Exclaimed the hero, as the little pegasus continued nuzzling against his cheek, giving more happy doots in return.

After Little Ica was done nuzzling Phainon, they flapped over to the prince, attempting to do the same, only for Mydei to raise his hand and start giving them chin scratches, making the pegasus doot happily yet again.

"Hehe, Little Ica is very excited to see you both."

They talked about the recent events and how everyone was. Phainon and Hycaine were the ones doing most of the talking, while Mydei and Castorice nodded along and added their own commentary here and there.

"So, what brings you to the training grounds?" Phainon asked curiously.

"It's been a while since we all managed to spend some time together, so I thought today was the perfect day for it." Hyacine chimed happily.

"It has, we were all busy with the recent events." Phainon said, and looked over to Mydei, who was still giving little Ica chin scratches, a small smile evident on his face.

"What do you say, Lord Phainon, Lord Mydei? Would you like to come along with us today?" Hyacine asked the two warriors, smiling gently at them.

Phainon took a few moments to think, eyes wandering around the training field, looking at the ground, then shortly glancing over at Mydei again. It's been a while since he's managed to have some time alone with Mydei as he missed sparring with him, talking with him, going to the baths with him, he missed Mydei, a lot more than he'd be willing to admit out loud. Of course, he's always more than happy to help the people of Okhema, but he did mind the little amount of time he managed to spend with Mydei these last few weeks.

Then he looked back at the two women in front of him. Mint and purple eyes stared at him, looking at him pleadingly, and at that moment, he finally understood what people meant when they said that he looked like a puppy when he rarely did ask for something.

Phainon felt bad for thinking about wanting to spend more time with just Mydei, seeing how they all looked like excited chimeras being praised for their hard work with their sparkling, bright eyes—Phainon couldn't deny them. He also got excited at the thought of Mydei coming along, they may not be alone, as they were during their spars, but Phainon was just happy with having the other’s presence near him.

"Alright, I'll join you." The hero said, hearing happy giggles from the two women upon his agreement.

"What about you, Lord Mydei?"

Phainon followed Hyacine's eyes as they landed on the prince's own—he, himself, wasn't able to help but drag his gaze over the other man’s frame in a hopefully subtle glance as his eyes trailed paths along the planes of muscles the other had on display at all times.

"I will have to pass, since I'll be occupied."

"That's a shame," Hyacine gave the prince a nod as she continued, "there'll be more opportunities in due time." Mydei gave a curt nod in return, excusing himself, and Castorice gave a small courtesy bow, after which he turned his back to everyone and headed off.

Hyacine then stood behind Phainon and turned him towards the direction she wanted him to go, his eyes still not leaving Mydei's back as he slowly distanced himself with each step forward, his own head turning as he was pushed forward.

Phainon felt disappointment at hearing those words, but he couldn't let that show, so he smiled instead. He allowed the smaller woman to push him forward as he slowly turned his head forward as well. Hyacine moved next to him, grabbing onto his hand as she walked backwards while pulling him towards the bathhouse. Castorice followed them close behind, smiling at her friend's eagerness.

Phainon and Hyacine noticed the other keeping a respectful distance behind them, so they slowed down to each walk on one side of her, the pink-haired woman passing the shawl along, so all three of them were holding the colorful fabric, still keeping enough of a distance to reassure the Maiden of War. They resumed talking once again, with Castorice attentively listening to the others’ chatter, nodding along and perking up at times to join in on the conversation.

It was a short walking distance from the training grounds to the Hero’s Bath. The group stood before the curtains of water as they parted in front of them. Passing the flowing water gates, they were greeted by a cacophony of scents and a warm, comforting heat from the steam. It took even less time for them to reach the Hero’s Baths, where Aglaea loved to spend her own leisure time, currently having the triplet demigods of Passage as her company.

The demigod of Romance was soaking in the warm golden waters, steam and bathing robe clinging to her skin, chalice in hand, as three little heads of red sat on the edge of it, dipping their tiny legs into the water, chatting in turns, Aglaea listening intently to each word.

Their heads turned in unison as they heard steps approaching.

The demigods of Passage fluttered up in excitement, while Aglaea turned her head towards them, giving one of her rare smiles. Despite all the time, despite the erosion of her humanity, she still couldn’t help but feel joy at seeing her fellow Chrysos Heirs together, smiling, happy without a visible worry on their radiant faces.

“Greetings everyone, what may have brought you here today?” Aglaea asked and raised her cup, cold eyes gaining a glimmer as she smiled.

“Hello, Lady Aglaea, Lady Tribbie, Lady Trianne and Lady Trinnon.” Hyacine greeted them first, with Phainon and Castorice following suit, the latter doing her courtesy bow as well.

“Everyone has been busy and strained these past few weeks,” she continued and gave Aglaea a worried look, knowing all too well just how much the Goldweaver had to shoulder by herself. “Since many of us have some free time today, I was thinking of spending it together.”

“What a lovely idea.” Aglaea’s smile softened.

“That sounds great, Cinny!” Trianne cheered as Tribbie grinned and Trinnon nodded along.

“Wonderful!” Hyacine’s smile could illuminate the whole bathhouse from how bright it became upon hearing those words.

Despite not being able to spend more time with Mydei, Phainon was beyond grateful to have such wonderful people in his life. There was nothing more rewarding than seeing almost all the people he cared for gathered and happy. He felt his own smile widen, not being able to contain his own giddiness. If Hyacine’s smile could illuminate the whole bathhouse, hers and Phainon’s together could illuminate the whole of Amphoreus. The rest of the group observed as the two bundles of joy cheered and high-fived at managing to rope more people into their get-together.

“You may wait for us by the entrance of the bathhouse, Teacher and I shall join you shortly.”

They acknowledged the Goldweaver’s words, making their way back down using the elevator. Scents of fragrant oils and bath salts still followed them each step through the extensive chamber of the bathhouse. Chattering allowed the time to pass faster, more fluidly, and not long passed before they were joined by the two demigods. Little Ica fluttered around them, very carefully headbutting the three demigods of Passage, making them giggle in unison, before asking for more pets from Aglaea, who happily obliged, hearing more happy doots in return. With the two newest members to their outing, all now holding onto Hyacine’s colorful shawl, they kept chatting along the way from Marmoreal Palace, to the Janus Hidden Passage, all the way to the Marmoreal Market.

The market was full of chatter, laughter and Kephale’s warm light. People moved like grains of sand falling through an hourglass, much like the goods that were bought and sold at the lively plaza. Their eyes were greeted by vibrant colors, while their noses were met with pleasant scents. Many people halted their tasks just to greet Okhema’s heroes.

They spoke with every person that approached them, talking about the most mundane things, as if there was not a single worry on their minds, and right now there really wasn’t. Some walked along with them for a bit until they reached their first stall. Being mindful of the group’s intentions, the Okheman’s bowed their heads in respect as they left the Chrysos Heirs to attend to their own matters.

“Goldweaver Tailor”, named after the Chrysos Heir herself, was the very first stall they approached. It was owned by a beautiful blond young lady who was Aglaea’s apprentice in tailoring. Despite the years that passed since the demigod became more occupied with her duties as the leader of the Heirs and the Flame-Chase, Aglaea made sure to always visit her apprentice when time allowed her to do so.

“Greetings, Aphrea. It has been a while.”

“Good day, Lady Aglaea, it’s a joy to see you visit my humble shop.” The young woman beamed as her teacher approached.

“Humble you may call your shop, but it indeed has the finest of fabrics and silks that Okhema can offer.”

“You flatter me, Lady Aglaea.” The woman bowed her head in appreciation.

“I have heard of your recent marriage. May Mnestia bless your union.” Aglaea said, holding the other’s gaze and smiling softly as she gave her blessings.

“Thank you, Lady Aglaea. It means everything to me, hearing these words from you.” Aphrea responded joyfully, her whole face lighting up.

“You have found someone who truly understands you and whom you fully trust. Such romances are few and far between.”

“It is a bit ironic, hearing that from Romance’s demigod.”

“It is because of my status as the bearer of Mnestia’s coreflame that I am aware of how rare it is that someone finds their soulmate.”

“I am happy I found mine.”

Aglaea smiled at the young woman, seeing pure happiness bloom on her face. She was happy knowing the other found someone who would be there for her and on whom she could rely on.

“My life aside, is there anything I could help you with today, dear heroes?”

“Yes, I would like to purchase more of your fine silk. One of each color available, if you may.”

Aphrea nodded and went into the back to collect the silks, and returned shortly with her hands full of a few rolls, setting them onto the counter. The blonde woman did this several times until the counter was almost completely covered with silks, each color dazzling in its own hue.

“Anything else, Lady Aglaea?”

“I would also like to purchase several spools of thread as well. I adore my own threads, but they do not fit everyday occasions well.”

Aphrea nodded her head once again and repeated the process, this time bringing spools of thread instead of rolls of silk. The counter ended up completely covered with the fine fabric and threads by the time she finished bringing out the last spool of thread.

“Thank you, Aphrea, I shall have my garmentmakers collect these purchases.”

The silk shone bright under Kephale’s brilliance, hues deep, enchanting, and beautiful, catching Phainon’s eyes. His gaze lingered on the rolls and spools, and he had to fight the urge to reach out and glide his fingers over the exquisite material. The thought of wanting to be draped in it made him stand silently still, long enough for the others to notice his gaze remaining on the textiles in front of them.

“Lovely, aren’t they?” Aglaea asked, startling Phainon from his thoughts.

Regaining his composure quickly, he answered. “Yes, they are stunning.”

Aglaea’s usually cold eyes turned towards Phainon, a curious spark dancing in them.

They gave their thanks to Aphrea, waving her goodbye, giving her their congratulations and blessing for her marriage as they went onto the next stall.

Along with their eyes being graced with beautiful colors, their senses were also greeted with sweet, crisp and invigorating smells of fruits and vegetables. As they approached the stall, they could read the sign that they’ve passed many times “Fruits and Veg”, and the owner, Lady Demetria stood in front of it, slightly hunched.

She greeted them with a tired but soft smile. “Could it be that you’re looking for a small snack during or after your outing?” The old lady asked, hand motioning to the various fruits and vegetables behind her.

“Hello, Lady Demetria, we would like some apples!” Tribbie exclaimed, bright blue eyes shining at the red, juicy fruits. Trianne jumped up happily behind her, while Trinnon’s smile widened.

“Why of course, Holy Maiden, one moment please.” Demetria answered, picking three big, ripe apples, as red as the demigod’s hair.

Each one took a fruit that was extended to them, eyes sparking and wings flapping as they tasted the sweetness and slight acidity of said fruit. The other Chrysos Heirs couldn't help but coo at how adorable the demigods of Passage were when they were happily munching.

“I would also like some pomegranates, Lady Demetria.” Phainon requested.

“Oh, could they be for the crown prince again, Lord Phainon?” The old woman teased, and as Phainon felt heat rise to his cheeks at being divulged, everyone’s attention was suddenly on him.

He cleared his throat before straightening his back further. “Yes, they are. Prince Mydeimos couldn’t join us today, so I wanted to bring him something instead.”

Everyone exchanged a knowing glance, one which Phainon was blissfully unaware of. Without further comments, Demetria took a cloth bag and picked the best pomegranates her store had to offer, placing them carefully inside the bag and handing them over to the hero.

“I do hope the prince enjoys them this time as well, Lord Phainon.”

“I’m sure he will, Lady Demetria. Thank you, as always.”

They bid their farewell to the old lady as they continued onto the next stall. On their way, they passed “Thief’s Hand” and couldn’t help but exchange a few words about Cipher. Knowing her, she was probably lurking and lounging somewhere while observing them from afar. Hyacine considered looking for her, but knowing the Dolosian, she would have quite a hard time finding her, let alone catching her. Tribbie, Trianne and Trinnon commented on how they missed Cipher, as she used to spend a lot of time with them. Things changed, but despite that they all knew they could count on her, sometimes they just also wished she’d spend some time with them.

Noticing the slight lingering sadness in everyone, Little Ica started dooting and flapping around them. No one could hold back the smiles and laughter, seeing the little pegasus being so cheerful, giving them more pets to show their appreciation, after which they continued walking.

To everyone’s surprise, a new stall has also opened right next to “Thief’s Hand”. The previous two shops were painted in their own colors, but this shop was tinted in many different hues of flowers, each one carrying a unique and delightful scent of its own. Castorice couldn’t help but be drawn into the small garden.

She wanted to reach out, touch the soft petals and breathe in the scent from up close, instead, she just clutched the shawl in her hands, looking longingly at the beautiful flowers. It took both Hyacine and Phainon a moment to notice the shift in mood, so they each stood on one side of her again, asking the saleswoman about the flowers.

“What do you think, Cassie? Aren’t they pretty?”

“They are indeed, Miss Hyacine.”

“I think we should purchase some, Miss Castorice.” Phainon said, looking at the two women, nodding with Hyacine in agreement.

“Lord Phainon, Miss Hyacine, as lovely as these flowers are, I’m still unable to touch them without wilting them.” Sadness seeped into her words as she spoke.

“We know.” Hyacine and Phainon answered in union, eyes sparkling.

“That’s why we’ll carry them for you, Cassie!”

“Oh, but you don’t need to…”

“We insist, Miss Castorice.” Phainon gave the purple-haired woman a reassuring smile, she couldn’t help but smile in return at her old classmate.

Everyone chose different flowers, yet the bouquet ended up looking gorgeous. Each flower reminded Castorice of each one of her dear friends, even those who weren’t present with her now. Moments like these made her appreciate the path she took in her life.

Phainon insisted on carrying the flowers whilst they were still walking, after which Hyacine would bring them to Castorice’s room and place them in a vase. Castorice thanked them both, head dipping slightly as she did another courtesy bow.

Time flowed as freely as Phagusa’s honey brew during feasts. Before they knew it, it was already lucid hour. With fruits and flowers in tow, Phainon turned and spotted “Marmoreal Diner” across from the flower shop.

Now would be a perfect time for a break. Gathering everyone's attention, he suggested having lunch at the restaurant. They agreed eagerly, confessing that they were hungry after all the walking. Approaching the restaurant owner, Kyros, they exchanged pleasantries as they requested several tables for them to dine at. Kyros seated them shortly and took their orders, offering refreshments while they waited for their food.

Conversations made time flow swiftly again, and their food was served in no time. They enjoyed each dish while continuously talking, after all they weren’t sure when they’ll have an opportunity like this again. Upon finishing their meals, they thanked Kyros for the feast and decided to head to the next stall right over. It was a new shop, one selling garments.

“Wow, yet another new stall that opened since I last visited the Marmoreal Market!” Hyacine noted excitedly, little Ica dooted along her.

In front of the stall were several beautiful dresses in different colors and remarkable designs, each more stunning than the last, along with many other wonderful garments. Hyacine squeaked excitedly as she motioned for Castorice and the others to follow along. She shortly noticed that Phainon stood a distance away, still holding onto her shawl and watching them with a smile. The doctor shortly closed the distance between them, swinging on her heels as she looked up at Phainon.

“Cassie and I are going to look at some dresses. Would you like to come along, Lord Phainon?”

Phainon’s interest piqued at the word “dresses”, but he couldn’t admit it to the pink-haired woman. He took a moment to think over his reply, only for Hyacine to notice the curiosity in those azure eyes, which gave her the answer. She hooked an arm through the other’s elbow, tugging at his arm and pulling him forward, almost making him stumble from her enthusiasm.

It was a wonder how they hadn’t entangled everyone in the doctor's long shawl with how much they had been pulling the fabric, while tugging Phainon forward. The hero all but allowed the smaller woman to pull him about, while Little Ica pushed against his back with their head, dooting in encouragement. All Phainon could do was chuckle as they led him to the stall.

This time, the stall owner, Phaoriseus, was a young man draped in fine silk similar to the garments he had on display. As they had each time until now, they greeted him and exchanged pleasantries. Aglaea led the conversation with the young man, complimenting him on the quality of the clothing he was selling after taking a longer look, giving her approval at how well-made the garments were. Phaoriseus tilted his head, fixing his glasses, as he was trying to hide how bashful the comment made him feel. Despite that, he was able to talk confidently about each piece he had on display, earning further approval from Aglaea as she nodded along to his descriptions of every single garment and how they were made.

He noticed the interest gleaming in colorful eyes as they observed his wares, so he encouraged them.

“By all means, dear heroes, please go ahead and try some if you would like to.” The young man said, bowing his head and pointing with his hand to the garments on display. Then he pointed them to the changing booth, which were wooden privacy partitions.

Hyacine was first to take a few colorful dresses for herself. One was a mint-green sleeveless summer dress with slightly darker vines embroidered along the waist, the second one was bright yellow, with clouds dancing along the hem of the dress and the flowy fabric of the sleeves, the last one she chose was a pastel pink, shoulderless dress with doves flying from the hem of the dress up to the waist in a diagonal line and a few more resting just above the collarbones.

She tried each one of them, twirling around each time, making the fabric swirl along with her movement. Hyacine looked cute in them, and everyone said as much, with Little Ica of course dooting happily as they gave careful headbutts to the doctor, making her giggle.

Phainon watched his friend, wishing he could also wear such beautiful dresses freely while fearing that he would be judged for it, he was the Deliverer and Amphoreus’s hero, surely it would seem unsightly to some. He always thought that dresses were charming, and he secretly wanted to wear them himself, but simply didn’t have the courage to do so.

Hyacine then proceeded to pass two lavender-hued dresses to Castorice. One was a darker lavender dress with mauve flowers all across the bodice and transparent sleeves, the second one was a light lavender short-sleeved dress with crescent moons resting on each shoulder.

Each time she put on a dress, she blushed slightly while her hands held the skirt as she did her signature curtsy bow. She looked enchanting in both of the dresses, everyone agreed in union, making the Maiden of War blush even more, covering her face with both hands as she thanked everyone.

Aglaea herself took a simple white dress adorned with sunrise-hued butterflies, trailing up each of her sides, complimenting her eyes perfectly. She stood elegantly, hands crossed in front of her chest, looking confident and knowing she looked stunning in the dress. The others told her so as well, and she closed her eyes, smiling in gratitude.

This whole time, Phainon was standing to the side, smiling as his friends took turns trying on beautiful dresses. Yet he couldn’t fight his curiosity, so he stepped closer. As he stood before the garments, Phainon couldn’t help but marvel at how delicate, comfortable and pretty the dresses looked.

One particular dress caught his attention, a dark blue, sleeveless, long dress, with slits on both sides and a deep V-neck. This time he couldn’t fight the urge to feel the material beneath his fingers, so he reached out, gliding his palm along the skirt's fabric. The dress itself was revealing, patternless, yet the fabric was unbelievably soft. He enjoyed the feeling of the dress drifting along his palm, knowing it would feel just as good if not better to feel it against his skin. Despite it being very revealing, he still wanted to wear it, in the comforts of his own room.

"Lord Phainon, you have been looking at that dress for quite a while now." Castorice pointed out. Phainon startled, not realizing that he was staring so much, letting the fabric drop from his hand.

“Would you perhaps like to try it on?” Hyacine asked, head tilting to the side.

“You would look very pretty in it, Snowy!” Added Tribbie, the other two nodding along with her.

“Yes, I agree with Teacher, you would look stunning in it, Phainon.” Aglaea nodded along with the demigod triplets.

Phainon felt bashful at the encouragement and compliments he received, still, he hesitated.

“I’m not sure if a dress like this is befitting someone of my status. After all, what would the people think if they saw me wearing this?” Slight notes of sadness were noticeable in his voice as he spoke.

“Nothing bad, I’m sure of it! Most would agree that you look beautiful.” Hyacine said, tilting her head to the other side, resting a single finger against her cheek.

“I agree with Hyacine, Lord Phainon, I do think the dress would make your eyes stand out nicely.” Castorice said, offering her old classmate a smile.

“They might look down on me or even insult me for wearing something they don’t seem as befitting for the Deliverer.” Phainon’s gaze was downcast as he sighed in defeat.

“Nonsense. What is there to be insulted? You are a stunning young man, with a body and face most admire or wish for. They have not insulted you for wearing those yellow and purple garments, which I very much disapproved of, so I highly doubt they will insult you for wearing a fine dress.” Aglaea said, slightly offended at the mere idea of anyone daring to insult Phainon.

“Yeah, that’s right, Snowy! If anyone says anything mean to you, Tribbie, Trinnon and I will take care of them!” Trianne said, tiny fist shaking in the air as a threat.

“Is it really alright for me to wear it?” Phainon looked at them with a slightly sad smile, his voice betraying the fear he felt at the answer he might receive.

"There is nothing wrong with enjoying and indulging in delicate and beautiful clothing. I, for one, am delighted to see that your taste has improved from those yellow and purple robes." Aglaea said, giving him the blue dress and handing him another one to try on.

“Snowy, you should wear what you like. We believe that your role as the Deliverer won’t make others look down on the clothing you wear.” Trinnon said, her tiny hand outstretched towards both the dress and Phainon.

With the two dresses in his hand, Phainon gave one last questioning look directed at the others, as if asking once more if it’s really alright. Everyone smiled at him, nodding, giving the final push needed for the hero to head to the privacy partition in order to change into the dresses.

Despite the number of pieces of clothing in his usual ensemble, it didn’t take him long to undress himself. Unfastening the belts, unlooping the leather and pulling off both his shirt and pants, he’s left standing in nothing but his undergarments. He looked at the blue dress again, fingers brushing the fabric once more before he slowly found the opening and dragged it over his head.

Having pulled the fabric down his torso and letting it drape down, he noticed it was a bit loose around his waist. He turned, with one side facing the mirror, and looked at his reflection. The thin straps on his shoulder extended down to the back of the dress, intertwining themselves in a crisscross pattern, and he soon realized that those strings needed to be pulled tight and tied for the dress to sit perfectly, like a corset.

“Lady Aglaea, may I ask you for help?” He asks shyly.

“May I come in?” Aglaea’s voice came from the other side of the partition.

“Yes.”

Aglaea stepped in and made fast work of pulling the strings tighter, snatching the fabric over his waist, making his already tapered waist look all the more appealing. She finished by tying the strings into a bow, making it rest nicely against his back. The Goldweaver positioned herself next to the hero, standing a head shorter next to Phainon. She placed her palm against the other’s exposed shoulder, free hand gesturing towards the mirror in front of them.

“See? You look stunning.” She smiled gently at Phainon’s reflection.

“Thank you, Lady Aglaea.” Phainon responded in a small voice, face tinged with a flush.

“Take a few moments, enjoy the silk, then let the rest see how well it suits you.” Aglaea said as she exited, leaving Phainon and the mirror alone.

He stood by himself in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection yet again. His hands slid down the front of the dress, appreciating the fabric against his palms and skin. The dress really felt soft and comfortable to wear, his hands slid up the dress, following the slits on each side as they reached his waist. He cannot help but wonder if Mydei would like it, if he’d get to feel the prince’s warm palms against his waist, gripping tightly, feeling each digit press against his muscles, as he’d lean in to…

Phainon shook his head, feeling his cheeks flush further at his own thoughts. He reminded himself that he was outside in public, with his friends, and that now was certainly not the time to be fantasizing about the man who had captured his heart for a long time. Regaining his composure, he stepped out from behind the privacy partition, allowing the others to see him again.

Hyacine’s gasp was the first thing he heard. The young woman rested both of her fists beneath her chin as her eyes all but sparkled, making her way to him, a small bounce evident in her step.

“You look so charming, Lord Phainon!” She squealed as she took one of his arms again, pulling him forward, so the others could look at him as well.

“The dress suits you well, lord Phainon.” Castorice smiled, tilting her head to the side.

“Stunning, as I have thought.” Aglaea remarked, a knowing glint evident in her eyes now.

“Snowy looks so pretty!” Tribbie, Trianne and Trinnon said in unison.

“Doot, doot doot!” Little Ica, added happily, flapping around Phainon in circles.

Phainon’s whole face flushed. He was used to compliments from people regarding his strength, being the Deliverer and Amphoreus’s hero, but he wasn’t used to people commenting on his appearance, beauty and clothing.

“Thank you so much.” He said in a small voice once more, one hand brushing the back of his neck as his face tipped forward in bashfulness.

After a short while, he went back to the privacy partition, trying out the second dress Aglaea chose for him. This one was white and knee-length, with golden vines embroidered along the hem of the skirt and the sleeves, with a straight neckline and draped off-shoulder. The skirt had another thin layer that was made from the same transparent material as the sleeves. Phainon had an easier time putting this one on, as he could even zip the dress up himself, since the zipper was on the side.

He took a few moments to look at himself in the mirror again. The fabric was really soft, and it flowed nicely down his arms and legs.

The hero remembered how Hyacine twirled after she tried on each dress, curiosity made him do the same. Moving one foot, and making the other follow, he slowly turned, dragging his eyes back to the mirror each time so he could watch the billowing fabric flutter with his movements. He couldn’t help but smile, and even giggled a bit, the simple act of wearing something he wanted was more than enough to bring him even more joy.

After a few more turns, he stopped in his tracks, allowing the slight dizziness to dissipate, before yet again exiting. Everyone showered him with compliments again — it would take him some time to get used to it, but he didn’t dislike it, no, he liked it a lot, if he allowed himself some honesty. They purchased the dresses, thanked Phaoriseus and made their way to the next stall.

A simple sign greeted them, “Librarium”. To everyone’s surprise, Castorice was the one who started the conversation with the stall owner, a young woman wearing glasses named Ctesiphona. Since Castorice was one of her frequent visitors, they’d become close, talking about all kinds of literature and exchanging reading recommendations.

“Everyone, this is Lady Ctesiphona, a friendly and eloquent librarian.” Castorice introduced her, one hand pointing to the woman.

“Greetings, heroes. Castorice has told me much about you, it’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

“The pleasure is all ours, Lady Ctesiphona.” Aglaea replied, smiling.

“Feel free to browse and let me know if there’s anything I can help you with.” The woman said, nodding.

“Oh and Castorice?”

“Yes, Lady Ctesiphona?”

“The scroll you’ve been looking for has finally reached my shelves, would you like to take a look?”

A wide smile graced the purple haired woman’s face before she remembered what kind of work of literature it was about and felt her own face heat up. Hyacine noticed and giggled to herself, Aglaea had another knowing look on her face, the triplet demigods of Passage were focusing on something else, while Phainon was left curious.

“I would like to. Thank you, Lady Ctesiphona.” Castorice said, intertwined fingers fidgeting in front of her.

Ctesiphona stood up and went to look for the scroll in question, returning shortly after and handing said scroll to Castorice. She was careful taking the scroll, mindful as always not to make direct contact, unfurling the paper with great care, her eyes started to follow each trail of words written down. The more absorbed she got into reading, the closer she brought the scroll to her face. After a few moments, she closed her eyes and smiled before rolling the paper and handing it back to Ctesiphona in order to purchase it. She made quick work of packaging it, after which she handed it back to Castorice, who thanked her as she clutched her purchase close to her chest, giggling to herself.

“Say, Miss Castorice, would you maybe lend me the scroll once you’re done reading it?”

The flush returned to the Maiden of War’s face, stammering a bit before she found her words again.

“Lord Phainon, this might not be to your taste.” She said in a small voice, eyes avoiding him.

“What makes you think so?” He tilted his head in curiosity as he looked at Castorice.

“Well, it depicts a… romantic relationship between two warriors.”

“You think I don’t read romances?” Phainon asked, still confused.

“No, it also has some more… explicit writing in it as well.” Castorice said, covering her face with both hands.

Phainon was surprised, but laughed. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I would still love to read it, if you are alright with lending it to me.”

Castorice didn’t expect that answer, but she nodded in agreement. “I shall bring the scroll as soon as I finish reading it.” A pause. “And Lord Phainon?”

“Yes, Miss Castorice?”

“Could I also ask you for your opinion after reading it?” Castorice questioned, face flushed, eyes still averting Phainon’s.

“Of course! We can have tea while we discuss it.”

That made Castorice finally look at him, eyes glimmering and smile bright and wide. Phainon couldn’t help but chuckle at her excitement. Shortly after, they bid their farewell to Ctesiphona as they continued on to the next and final stall.

To Phainon’s delight, it was a stall he was all too familiar with: “Treasure of Ages”. The hero was already well acquainted with Theodoros, and he would go as far as to call him one of his good friends with how much time they've spent talking about antiques. Like each time today, everyone greeted the stall owner, after which Phainon and Theodoros proceeded to talk about the most recent relics the young man had acquired for his shop.

The triplet demigods talked with Aglaea about an old plate from Janusopolis, while Hyacine, with Little Ica fluttering near, commented with Castorice on some jewelry, dragging both Phainon’s and Theodoros’ attention to their conversation.

It was a golden anklet. Intricate, with leaves finely engraved and joined together to form a vine. The two women looked at it, then at each other, before they purchased it. Theodoros carefully packed it into a small box, before handing it to the two women. They would later hand the box to Phainon, telling him that it would fit well with the white dress.

“Do you know when you’ll be receiving more antiques, my friend?” Phainon asked while leaning on Theodoros’ shoulder.

“A friend of mine is currently on the lookout for new pieces, he should be back in a few days.” Theodoros answered.

“Great, I’ll make sure to visit then, but for now we bid our farewell to you.” Phainon said, patting Theodoros on the same shoulder he was leaning on.

“Alright, I’ll leave the appraisal to you then, Lord Phainon.”

Saying their farewell to Theodoros, they slowly made their way back to Marmoreal Palace. Phainon still insisted on carrying everything as he zoned out of the conversation for a change. He couldn’t remember when was the last time that he got to enjoy himself to this extent. They all had fun browsing all the different stalls, enjoyed delicious food and talked a lot, both to each other and many of the Okhemans. He was sure he’d remember this day and the pleasant feeling it left in his chest for many days to come. The hero was still sad that Mydei wasn’t able to join, he needed to give him the pomegranates and also drag him to the baths later as well.

Thinking about Mydei reminded him of something.

“May I ask everyone not to tell the others that I purchased these dresses?”

Phainon waited a moment, saw the others take a breath, ready to reassure him again, and then he continued.

“While you all allowed me the comfort of being able to wear something I was insecure about, I would still like this to be a more private thing until I feel more comfortable about others knowing I enjoy wearing dresses, especially Mydei.”

Another look was exchanged between everyone, something Phainon wasn’t a part of, and they all agreed.

“Of course Snowy, our mouths are shut!” Tribbie said, Trianne and Trinnon nodded along.

“If that is your wish, I shall respect it.” Aglaea gave him another soft smile.

“Of course, Lord Phainon.” Castorice smiled reassuringly.

“Anything that makes you feel comfortable, Lord Phainon, just know that we’ll be there for you either way!” Hyacine grinned at him, and little Ica dooted along.

“Thank you, everyone, for everything today.” Phainon smiled as they continued walking.

Action hour was nearly at its end and parting hour was slowly approaching. As they finally reached their gathering place in Marmorial Palace, their senses were yet again overwhelmed from the aromas of another feast. Their eyes landed on a table covered in different kinds of delicacies.

“Hurry up, before the food gets cold.” Mydei greeted them, having already pulled out all the chairs for the Chrysos Heirs.

“De made us dinner!” Trianne skipped excitedly to her chair, having the other two follow her.

After the three demigods of passage each sat on their chairs, Mydei helped them by pushing the chairs forward, so the little triplets could reach the table with more ease.

“Thank you Mydei, for preparing us a banquet for dinner, we appreciate it.” Aglaea said her thanks, Mydei hummed in return.

“Wow this looks amazing Lord Mydei, thank you for the dinner.” Hyacine beamed.

“It truly smells delicious and looks even better, thank you, Lord Mydei.” Castorice said, bowing her head slightly.

“Oh Mydei, I got you some pomegranates.” Phainon added excitedly while pushing the bag forward, showing it to Mydei.

The prince took a few steps forward, taking the bag of pomegranates from Phainon as he opened it to inspect the fruits.

“Wow Mydei, you outdid yourself today, the food looks amazing.” Phainon said as he sat down, Mydei moved behind the chair, pushing him also forward and closer to the table.

“Of course it does. My cooking is always remarkable.” Mydei said with a fond huff, as he handed some napkins to Phainon and went on to serve everyone at the table.

Tribbie, Trianne and Trinnon did most of the talking during dinner, excitedly telling Mydei of the places they’ve visited and people they’ve talked to, Mydei listened to them, nodding and humming in interest, glancing at Phainon occasionally who was happily eating his food, making the prince smile to himself. Mydei was not subtle, everyone but Phainon noticed it, sharing more knowing glances, neither of them were aware of.

Soon, they finished eating, thanking Mydei for the food again, after which they made their way to their rooms. Hycaine took the flowers so she could bring them to Castorice’s room. Aglaea and the demigods of Passage decided to visit the Garden of life while Phainon, as always, dragged Mydei to the baths.

It was parting hour, so the baths were mostly vacant, steam, the scent of oils and bath salts still present in the warm air. This was their routine, so they quickly took off their own clothing, folded them neatly and put on bathing robes. They met again in front of the golden waters of the hero’s bath. Phainon stepped into the waters first, humming pleasantly while sitting down into the welcoming warmth.

Mydei’s ears perked up at the small sound, he also couldn’t help but allow his eyes to observe the steam forming each droplet on Phainon's skin, and following the wet trails left behind as they slid down those sculpted muscles, into the golden waters.

“Ah, this feels great after a long day.” Phainon said as he stretched, leaning back against the wet tiles, eyes having closed in relaxation.

This startled Mydei out of his daze, he cleared his throat as he mirrored Phainon by also closing his eyes, leaning back while crossing his arms over his chest. They enjoyed the silence, basking in the warmth and each other’s presence.

Mydei secretly wished to hear the other's voice, while he might say the other talks a lot, he was more than happy to listen to everything the Deliverer had to say, he loved Phainon’s light and cheerful voice. He wanted to hear the other laugh more.

Now that I think about it, when was the last time I got the chance to hear him laughing? We didn’t get to spar much either recently. We could also do something different for a change as well. Maybe we should visit the chimeras in the Garden of life again?

“Tribbie, Trianne and Trinnon already told you all about our outing today, it was great, it’s a shame you couldn’t join us today Mydei.” Phainon said, allowing a bit of sadness to creep into his voice.

“How about we get ourselves honeycakes after tomorrow’s spar?”

Mydei surprised them both. He brought a hand in front of his face, seemingly to clear his throat, but he was trying to hide the flush he was starting to feel. Despite spending so much of his free time with Phainon, this felt like something more, or at least he would like to think of it as such.

“Really?” Phainon said, all excited, eyes sparking, leaning forward a bit.

Cute. Mydei couldn’t help but find the other adorable in times like these, where the hero allowed his feelings to show more unrestrained, honest and open. Such moments were few, and he was glad he got to see these more often since the time he met him as Okhema’s Deliverer.

“Of course. Same place, same time.”

“Deal!”

A wide smile was plastered on Phainon’s face. He couldn’t help but feel giddy at the thought of spending more time with Mydei, outside their routine that is, and Mydei inviting him out to honeycakes? It somehow feels special, at least it did to him. He leaned back against the tiles again, the smile never having left his face.

They enjoyed the rest of their soak in comfortable silence. After which they exited the baths, dried off and put their clothing back on as they bid each other farewell, at the beginning of curtain-fall hour.

Later, after Phainon arrived in his room, first he took the anklet out of the box, turning it over his fingers with his thumb, admiring the fine details of the engravings. It looked delicate, thin yet very pretty. He then took the two dresses out of their bag, laying them both down onto his bed, next to each other, fingers lingering on the soft material yet again. Phainon then recalled how both Hyacine and Castorice said the anklet would look good with the white dress, after which he decided to take off his clothing again, for the third time today, not in order to prepare himself for sleep, but to try on the dress again. He put the dress on first, then leaned down for the anklet.

Standing upright, he took a few steps so he could stand in front of the mirror facing his bed. The two were right, the anklet really did fit well with the dress, the vines on the hem of the skirt looked similar to the anklet. I’ll have to get them something as thanks in return.

Given that he was currently alone, he could take all the time he wanted to observe how the dress looked on him. Not only did it flatter his long legs, chest and waist, it somehow flattered all his muscles as well. Every ridge of his abs was visible from beneath the bodice, his biceps only slightly covered, armband peaking from beneath the translucent fabric of the sleeves, while the skirt showed his toned calves and a tiny peek at his strong thighs. The straight neck line allowed the tattoo draped over his collar bones to be visible as well. He really liked how he looked and felt in the dress, it was so fluttery, and it was nice to have some of his usually covered skin on display.

His eyes landed on his collar then. He’s had it for as long as he can remember, but he can’t help but think that a short golden necklace would fit better with the dress.

I should ask lady Aglaea, she might know of a place where I could look for matching jewelry.

Phainon’s thoughts continued to wander as he kept staring at his own reflection, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, slightly twisting his ankles each time, making the dress twirl.

I wonder what Mydei likes? I’ve never seen him take interest in anyone so far. What would he think if he saw me in a dress? Would he think less of me?

He stopped swaying then. There was a possibility that Mydei would look at him differently, but Mydei is a respectful man, he probably wouldn’t think of him as less just for wearing what he likes, yet the very thought of Mydei having any kind of negative reaction to it made his chest squeeze painfully.

Ok, that’s enough of that.

Phainon lightly slapped both of his cheeks in order to snap himself out of this negative loop. He then remembered that Mydei and him will get honeycakes tomorrow after their spar. That lifted his mood in an instant. He kept thinking about it as he took the dress and anklet off and readied himself for bed.

The dresses have been placed in a special corner of his closet, a bit more concealed compared to the rest of his clothing, while the anklet was returned to the box and set down nearby.

Sleep enveloped him in the sweet dreams that tasted like honeycakes.

✧˖°.

When Phainon woke up, he all but jumped out of his bed in order to get ready. He kept humming to himself as he prepared for the day ahead. The giddiness he felt when Mydei asked him to get honeycakes together still hasn’t left, it might have gotten a bit worse due to the fluttering in his stomach now as well. Lastly, he put on his cloak, before exiting his room with a bit of a bounce in his step.

Their usual sparring time wasn’t until lucid hour, so for now he’d go around and check if he could be of help anywhere. The trip from the Marmoreal Palace to Marmoreal Market was short. Familiar streets and people greeted him upon arrival.

His first stop was Lady Demetria’s fruit stall. She usually receives much fresh produce early in the entry hour, he helps with transporting the goods and setting up the stall. As always she greets him with a tired but gentle smile, thanking him for helping her each day, he smiles in return and gets to work. Training every day and being a swordsman allowed him to finish in no time. As always, the old woman gives him an apple and a pomegranate, winking at him upon handing the latter fruit, to show her appreciation before he thanked her and continued on to his next destination.

As he walked, he noticed a few kids were playing near Lady Demetria’s stall. When they saw him, they ran up to him, jumping excitedly, while talking unanimously and overlapping their words about the most recent events, delicious sweets and new toys, all the while Phainon tried to calm them down. After managing to alleviate some of their excitement, he listened to their stories and like always, they managed to rope him into their games. Phainon signs fondly, allowing the children to pull him along by both arms. They always had so much energy, and he ends up entertaining them for quite a while before he tries to convince them that he has to go. Sad little faces met his, making it more difficult to convince them, but he promised that he’ll come again soon, which sparked glee in the children greatly. Little hands waved him goodbye as he continued.

He of course visited Theodoros, they didn’t get the chance to talk and appraise the relics the young man recently received, but now they had the time to spare. They’ve checked on amphoras, silverware and even some gems. Chatting about recent events in Okema between each relic, they’ve managed to appraise all the new ones, and Theodoros reminded him that more will arrive in a few days. Phainon nodded, bid his friend farewell before finally making his way to their training grounds, which could be anywhere honestly, but mostly it was one certain rooftop near Marmoreal Market. The excitement which he was feeling since yesterday came back full swing, with it came the giddy feeling of butterfly wings flapping against his stomach.

Phainon's legs tracked a familiar path up staircases and over rooftops, a smile having found its place onto his face the closer he got. He was always light on his feet, the habit of taking careful steps being interwoven into his fighting style as in his walking, so when he saw the prince’s fiery mane from a distance, he slowed down until he was several steps away, observing the other’s back.

No matter how many times Phainon has seen the other’s build and despite himself having a similar, although leaner build, he still couldn’t help but admire the prince’s body on rare occasions when he allowed his eyes to wander and linger. Just like now, his eyes followed the tips of fiery hair flowing in the wind, covering part of the red markings that were stretching across well a sculpted back, eyes trailing along those red lines which framed every single muscle beneath the tan skin. He saw those muscles flex and strain in combat, crimson lines shifting with each movement, he really wanted to drag his fingertips over those markings, feel the heat of the prince’s skin against his palms as he rested his hands atop the other’s impressive pecs. Mydei’s whole back and chest is covered in them, I wonder how far down they go?

“Done staring Deliverer?”

Phainon was snapped out of his thoughts. Scrambling to regain his composure as his eyes landed on the profile of the prince’s face, back still facing him, searing ambers staring at him from where he stands facing the Marmoreal Market, hands crossed against his chest. The prince turned slowly, fully facing him now.

“O-oh Mydei, I didn’t think you’d notice me sneaking up!”

“You call that feeble attempt sneaking?” Mydei raised one eyebrow.

As Phainon was about to say something more, Mydei stepped closer, putting one gauntleted hand over the other’s shoulder and pushing, not too hard, but just enough to make Phainon stumble.

“Let’s spar.”

That was all Mydei said as he smirked and took his stance, Phainon huffed lightly in disbelief, summoned his sword and charged at the prince.

✧˖°.

They were at it until action hour. Their familiar, almost intimate dance ended with both men breathing heavily, chests rising and falling rapidly. Phainon was leaning forward, resting both palms on top of his knees, one hand lifting in order to swipe over a few beads of sweat from his forehead, while Mydei stood upright, head facing the sky.

“So,” Phainon took another breath as he straightened himself, “how about those honeycakes now?”

The only reply he got was a lopsided smile as Mydei threw his arm over the hero’s shoulders, dragging him along to “Marmoreal Diner”. Their trip was short, greeting Kyros as they placed their orders for honeycakes. While they were waiting for their order to arrive, an acquaintance of Phainon’s approached them, introduced himself and started talking to Phainon.

The conversation itself wasn't remarkable, nor was Mydei paying attention to the stranger who was talking to Phainon, the only thing he could focus on was Phainon himself. Such a strong-willed, cheerful, brave, adorable man could only exist in his wildest dreams, yet here Phainon was, sitting in front of him, talking so eloquently, with a smile that stunned Mydei every time he saw it.

Not only was he a charmer, he was also a truly beautiful man. Snow-white hair falling over sky blue eyes, sparkling every time the hero got excited, soft lips that he imagined kissing too many times, a strong jaw framing a pretty face, truly Amphoureuse’s most beautiful one.

Under all those layers of clothing were well-trained muscles and porcelain skin he only got to see during their time in the bathhouse. On one hand, he wishes he could see the other in more revealing clothing, on the other, he’s grateful that others didn’t get to see the Deliverer dressed in less clothing, knowing all too well how selfish that sounds. His eyes were zoned in on the other’s neck, adam's apple slightly moving with each word, making Mydei’s eyes fall onto the collar he wanted to pull on so many times. The two thin leather straps allowed for a window to Phainon’s sun tattoo, the same one he thought about dragging his lips and tongue over just to sink his fangs into later.

“Done staring Mydei?” He heard a chuckle.

Mydei’s eyes snapped back to the hero’s own, a teasing glint now evident in them. He had to fight the urge to wipe off that gaze from the other’s face. Phainon’s acquaintance was long gone, and Mydei was yet again left with the man he’s been harboring feelings for.

Lucky for him, Kyros soon arrived with two batches of piping hot honeycakes, sparing him from needing to find an excuse as to why he was staring at the hero for so long. Phainon gave him one last glance before the glint in his eyes shifted from teasing to excited once his eyes landed on the honeycakes in front of him.

Mydei loved honeycakes, but seeing how Phainon was eating them right now, people would think that the hero was the one who favored them more among the two. Cutting the soft desert easily before shoving a forkful into his mouth. Phainon continued eating like that, downing bite after bite, getting some crumbs on his face.

Without thinking, Mydei reached out, the cold of his gauntlet touching Phainon’s cheek, thumb moving slowly, from the edge of the hero’s jaw, brushing the stray crumbs away and moving towards the hero’s mouth. His own eyes followed the movement of the finger until they were touching the corner of the other’s mouth, thumb sliding along the seam until his thumb was now fully resting in the middle of Phainon’s lower lip.

Phainon sat still, lips lightly parted, breath caught in his chest. He did not expect Mydei to reach out, let alone touch him like this. Heat started to crawl over his cheeks, to his ears, he was too afraid to breathe right now, his own eyes pinned onto Mydei’s face.

There was a slight frown, lips in a tight line and his eyes were not meeting his own, they were following the finger on his face, or if he’s more accurate, his lips. The expression Mydei was wearing made his breath hitch.

It almost made him think that his feelings were reciprocated, with the way the other was longingly gazing at him.

Mydei then dragged his gaze from Phainon’s lips to his eyes, taking in the hero’s expression. Eyes wide, staring at him, lips wet from eating, slightly parted, a faint indent where his thumb rests. He heard the slight hitch in breath the other let out, which made him snap out of his daze.

It took him a moment, though upon realizing that he had not only reached out and touched the other’s face so lightly, but also allowed for his thump to rest on the other’s lower lip, he pulled his hand back fast, as if he were burned on Phainon’s soft lip. He recollected himself shortly, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he spoke.

“Have you no manners, Deliverer? Shoving food into your mouth like a starved man, making a mess on your face.”

Of course not, silly of me to think so. Phainon felt his heart sink a bit, disappointment gathering in his stomach.

“Of course I have, what kind of question is that?” He puffed his cheeks a bit. “Besides, I’m rather famished after our spar.”

“No excuse to eat like an animal.”

“Says the beast.”

“Why you HKS…!”

Then Phainon chuckled, halting all of Mydei’s thinking, eyes focusing on the bright smile and crinkling eyes, while his ears sought out the melody of the hero’s airy laugh that soon followed. Mydei couldn’t help but smile along. After that, they continued eating normally, both having thoughts and feelings of their own to process.

✧˖°.

After their meal, Mydei excused himself, saying he has yet again to take care of some things. Phainon knows that Mydei was secretly, but not so secretly, helping not only his people, but also the newcomers to Okhema. He knows in his heart that Mydei feels for the people, since he was in a similar situation as them upon his arrival in the Holy city. Phainon can’t help but feel so fond of the prince, knowing just how caring the blond is, despite always having a rough exterior. The hero chuckles to himself as he recalls Mydei furrowing his brows in annoyance at something Phainon did, only to catch the other smiling gently from the corner of his eye as he was trying to fight the tears from the laughter.

With his thoughts filled with Mydei, Phainon made his way to his next stop of the day, the hero’s bath. He wasn’t heading there for a bath right now, no, he was going to drag Mydei there later with him, though it didn’t seem like he was dragging Mydei there anymore, he’d almost say the other was eager to join. Phainon triumphed a little, at the thought of managing to convince Mydei of the benefit and enjoyment of going to the baths twice a day, blissfully unaware of the real reason Mydei allows the other to take him there twice a day.

The pleasant aroma is something he’ll never get tired of, Phainon’s every step was accompanied by it as he reached the very top and stepped off the elevator. Just as he was about to greet Aglaea, she spoke before him.

“Greetings Phainon, just in time. Would you try this on?”

Aglaea turned in order to hand him a dress. It was a sky blue, long-sleeved, knee-length, shoulderless, halterneck dress, which had arm cuffs that were tied with thick silk into bows, just like the collar on the back of the neck with the back opening being cut very low, resting on the small of his back. Phainon was a bit surprised, as he reached out and dragged his fingers over the soft silk before taking it from Aglaea’s outstretched hands.

“Hello lady Aglaea, how did you…” Phainon trailed off before he finished his sentence, his eyes observing Aglaea’s all-knowing, distant ones.

“Know about your desire to acquire more dresses? It wasn’t hard to arrive at this conclusion, considering how overjoyed you were upon seeing your reflection clad in fine silk.” She smiled gently while answering.

Phainon felt a slight heat dragging over his cheeks at the realization of just how obvious he was, it would have been embarrassing if Mydei were to see him react like that. Despite how sad he was about the prince not being able to come that day, he couldn’t help but feel relief, that Mydei wasn’t there to witness it. He shook his head in order to try and disperse the negative thoughts that came creeping into the back of his mind, which hooked a certain fear from the pit of his stomach, despite being aware how unreasonable it may seem. With lingering uneasiness still present, he placed a smile on his face as he yet again faced the Goldweaver.

“That is very kind of you, thank you. I will go try it on immediately.”

The dress was simple, yet beautiful. It took him only a few moments to undress and put on the dress, tying the ribbons on his wrists into bows, just like the one at the back of his neck. He took a moment to straighten the dress, before heading to where Aglaea was waiting for him.

The Goldweaver turned her head in his direction, hands reaching out to adjust the bows at his wrist. Skilled fingers slid along the loose sleeves until each digit reached the silk ribbons, she examined their length, then she distanced herself in order to continue inspecting her work. Her gaze drifted over every fold of fabric, every thread spun together and how they traced the hero’s silhouette in a very flattering manner.

“Marvelous.” She complimented the dress and the Deliverer simultaneously.

Phainon, still not being used to having his appearance praised, ducked his head as he muttered a thank-you towards the talented seamstress and the compliment he received.

“It’s a lovely dress.” He said, fingers absentmindedly gliding along the skirt.

“There are a few more designs I have in mind for you, I shall inform you via teleslate upon their completion.”

“You really didn’t have to.”

“It is the least I could do.” Her smile was gentle, warm, one of those Phainon rarely got to see, all he could do was thank her again.

As he headed towards the changing rooms he remembered about the golden anklet, stopping he turned to look at Aglaea again.

“Lady Aglaea, could I also ask you where I could acquire more jewelry?”

“Ciphera might be more suited for that, I shall ask her to assist you.”

Phainon nodded as he continued his way towards the changing rooms, redressing himself to his usual clothing and returning to Aglaea, her garmentmakers taking the dress from him in order to fold and pack it, before returning it to him.

“Lady Aglaea?”

She gazed at him, awaiting his next words.

“I can’t express how much yours and everyone else’s support means to me. Thank you so much for allowing me this comfort.”

The seamstress closed her eyes as she tilted her head, “We shall always be there for you, Phainon, no matter what.”

The words were simple, yet it touched the hero’s heart. He had to fight the tears which had gathered on his lashes from spilling. Quickly nodding his head, he headed back to his room with a slight bounce to his step. Not paying attention where he was going and instead looking at the package in his hands, he didn’t even notice that someone was walking right towards him until he felt the impact of collision against his own body. He stumbled back, checking the package in his arms as his eyes noticed familiar red markings on tanned skin, stretched over taut muscles, right in front of him.

“Oh Mydei! I didn’t see you there, my bad.” Phainon hurried to apologize as he lifted one hand to rest at the back of his neck.

“Watch where you’re going, HKS.” The prince said with an even tone, no heat behind his words.

“I will! Really sorry Mydei.” The hero answered as he went to rub at his eyes, a bit afraid some tears could be left there from earlier.

Mydei stood still, arms crossing in front of his chest, observing the hero. His eyes narrowed at the slightly queasy state the Deliverer was in. Eyes a bit glassy, shifting his weight from one leg onto another, one hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he usually does when he’s nervous and the other hand clutching a package of sorts.

“What do you have there, Deliverer?” One clawed finger pointed at the package within the hero’s clutches.

Panic rose within Phainon, his hand suddenly not being able to properly hold onto the package as both hands tried to find a hiding place for the package, scurrying around until he realized there’s none and that Mydei already saw the package. His heart started to hammer against his ribs, almost like it was trying to break out of its prison and run away, Phainon would run away himself, if he knew that wouldn’t prompt the other to chase him.

“This? You mean this little thing?”

“Yes HKS, I mean the package.”

“Oh well, you know… nothing important!” Phainon tried.

Mydei narrowed his gaze, Phainon was not a good liar. It’s rare to see the Deliverer so worked up, which only piqued his curiosity as to what the other was trying and failing to conceal. He looked at the package again, its appearance giving nothing away. Such a reaction. The last time I saw him like this was when he was trying to surprise Miss Castorice with a gift, and even then it was more mild compared to his current response. What made you like this Deliverer?

The prince tried to think of what could’ve been the contents of the package, but couldn’t wrap his head around it, so he decided to question the other further.

“It doesn’t seem like it’s nothing important.”

Phainon gripped the package tighter, his eyes landing on the tip of the claw, which was resting against his cheek just hours ago, fighting down the heat that followed with the memory of their meal, before taking a long breath and speaking.

“I’m sorry Mydei, I can’t tell you.” Phainon answered honestly, feeling defeated. His eyes stared at his own feet as if he did something wrong. I can’t have you knowing about the dress. I don’t think I could handle it if you were to look at me differently after finding out. The same dread returned to him, fear having made itself comfortable in his mind. He stood there, for what felt like an hour, eyes still downcast, until he heard a hum coming from the prince.

“Very well.” Mydei said as he passed him.

“See you later, at the baths.” The prince shouted behind him, Phainon turned in time to see Mydei waving at him from behind, heading towards where the hero just came from.

As Phainon watched the prince slowly disappear within the crowd, he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He clutched the package a bit closer to his chest, trying to calm down his heartbeat and even his breathing. The hero wasn’t so nervous fighting waves of titankins or black tide monsters, but thinking that he could lose the bond he has with the man he harbors feelings for due to his taste in clothing changing, was enough to leave him shaking.

Phainon took a few more deep breaths as he straightened his posture, holding the package in now sweaty, cold hands, before continuing his walk to his quarters.

✧˖°.

Upon arriving in his room, he redressed himself in the garment he just received from Aglaea. It was nice to lie around on his bed reading a scroll which he got from the Library of Philia, enjoying the occasional slide of the silk against his skin. He rolled over so he was lying on his stomach, legs bending in order to kick behind him, the skirt of the dress having bunched up his thighs a bit. With each movement of his arms, the ribbons followed, beckoning his eyes to trail the fluttering fabric. Sometimes he’d grip the silk between his fingers just to feel its softness, while the other hand glided along the skirt. The feeling of silk against his skin has quickly become one of his favorites. Though, he can’t help but wish a certain pair of warm hands would caress his skin, just like the silk did. He shook that thought away as fast as it came, continuing his reading.

A few hours later, he gets up and stretches, realizing that it’s nearly time for Mydei’s and his bath. Getting ready, he makes his way to the baths. The parting hour allowed for a relaxing and quiet stroll, Kephales light shining as bright as it always has.

Like usual, it didn’t take him long to reach the baths, but unlike the expected, Mydei wasn’t waiting for him in front of the establishment. Maybe he’s just a bit late? The Deliverer thought to himself, as his legs continued leading him along the familiar route.

Arriving at the changing rooms, he makes quick work of putting on the bathing robes. As he stepped into the aroma filled steam again, he was greeted with the sight of the prince, sitting in the golden waters already, arms outstretched and resting on the backrest. Phainon’s eyes lingered on the crimson markings, following a trail until his gaze landed on the handsome face, the other’s eyes shut close as a frown furrowed his brows. He took a deep breath, before taking a step towards the prince.

“What’s this Mydei? How come you didn’t wait for me by the entrance?”

Amber eyes opened slowly, looking at Phainon with a piercing gaze, as if he offended him just by speaking. Mydei didn’t say anything for several moments, in which Phainon entered the water and sat down opposite to the prince. The hero was a bit concerned for his friend, not speaking and waiting for the other to say something. He hears a long sigh.

“Something… required my full attention earlier. I’m merely thinking of my next actions, regarding it.”

“I see. Do you need help with it?” Phainon offered.

The prince’s brows furrowed further, eyes threatening to impale his very being with how he looked at the hero. A low growl followed the prolonged silence.

“There’s no need.” His response was clipped.

Phinon hated to admit it, but that sound did some things to him. Trying to distract himself from the bubbling arousal in his gut, he continued talking.

“No need to be so hostile, Mydei.” He raised both of his arms in surrender, a smile dancing along his lips with a devious idea that arose.

“Or can the prince of Castrum Kremnos not handle a bit of stress?”

“You HKS!” Is the only response Phainon received, silence only following after.

If Mydei didn’t even have enough energy to retort with anything more than that, he must’ve been very tired. Phainon allowed the silence to stretch between them, his mind starting to wander back to their lunch earlier. One hand reaching up to cover his lips, remembering the feeling of the prince’s clawed finger pressing right against where his middle finger was now resting. Despite the metal, Phainon could feel a bit of the heat radiating through the golden armor. He couldn’t help but press his own fingers against the same spot. It’s almost as if he could feel Mydei’s hand resting on his face again. If it was so warm through the gauntlet, I wonder how warm his hands would feel without it? He remembered how the prince was looking at him, while gently caressing his face, the whole gesture almost seemed loving.

While Phainon was busy thinking of the prince’s hands on his face, Mydei, unbeknownst to the hero, was having a mental fight of his own. While the conflict within his people was bothersome, it was enough to distract him from his thoughts, but the moment the hero walked into the bathing chambers, all frustrations flew out and were replaced with images of Phainon’s earlier reactions.

Phainon is very attractive, of course, but seeing those reactions of his is not good for me. I certainly didn’t mean to touch his face as I have earlier, but his expression… Mydei takes a deep breath. It’s as if he was waiting for me to do something more. His eyes were so wide, it almost looked as if they were longing for me to close the gap. His fingers close around the edge of the backrest. And later, in front of the baths… he was so flustered. I wish to be one of the people who Phainon can confide in. His response only left me with more questions.

The prince’s frown only deepened as he kept replaying their earlier conversations, while Phainon had a dazed expression, face lightly flushed, though he would later claim it was due to the bath’s heat, rather than his own imagination. This is how they spend the remainder of their time together until the beginning of curtain-fall hour. They parted ways with hushed voices, still lost in their own thoughts of the other.

✧˖°.

A few days after Phainon talked to Aglaea, he was patrolling the outskirts of Okhema. Several hours passed with him clearing out the remains of titankin, it was uneventful, so when he saw Mydei walking towards him, smile on his face and waving in his direction he was surprised but even more so confused. He was puzzled until the moment Mydei started talking.

“Hello Deliverer! What brings you here?” Mydei said, the smile never leaving his handsome face.

Phainon stood and observed the prince, putting his sword aside in order to cross his arms in front of his chest, a lopsided smile stretched across his lips as he raised an eyebrow.

“That’s what I would like to ask you myself,” Phainon leans slightly forward “Lady Cipher.” He finishes, eyes twinkling with mirth.

Mydei laughs, the sound deep and soothing, before a cloud of smoke surrounds him and reveals Cipher in his stead, laughter morphing into a slightly higher pitch.

“Wow, that didn’t take you long at all to figure out Deliverer boy!” She says, amusement dripping from each word, finger wiping an invisible tear from her face.

“Mydei never smiles so openly like that.” He continues. “I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing more of it, though.”

“Alright, alright, lover boy.” The cat rolled her eyes in disbelief, her voice prompting Phainon to fight the urge to roll his own set of azures.

“So what brings you here, Lady Cipher?” Phainon asks again.

“A little butterfly told me you were interested in jewelry, is that right, Deliverer boy?” The thief smirked, already knowing the answer.

Without waiting for said answer, she continues, “Here you go.” She deposits a fairly large box into his now outstretched hands.

“Here’s some jewelry that should fit well with the dresses Aglaea described, there’s also another dress in there which she prepared for you.”

“Thank you, Lady Cipher, you didn’t need to deliver these yourself.”

“Phsh, it took me less than a blink of an eye.” She winked in order to put emphasis on it.

The Dolosian turned her back towards the hero, just as she was about to set off, she turned her head again, smirking.

“Oh, and I’ve packed something else for you, I’m certain it’ll be to your liking.” She looked like a cat that got the cream.

As Phainon was about to open the package, she interrupted him. “Ah-ah-ah,” she lifted her hand just to wiggle her index finger horizontally, “I suggest you open it in privacy.”

Phainon gave her a puzzled look, wondering what could make the thief say that.

“And one last thing,” she turned slightly so she was facing him a bit more, “stop chasing each other’s tails already, it’s getting a bit boring to watch. You’re already together most of your free time, it won’t change much afterward, anyway.” Cipher waved her hand one last time, not even waiting for a response, before disappearing.

If it was only that easy. Phainon thought to himself, feeling melancholy wash over him. He spent several hours thinking about confessing to the prince and his responses. The idea of Mydei holding him gently while gazing at him with adoration had him awake many nights. Sometimes he’d think the prince was gazing at him like that, only to reprimand himself afterward. His mind took their simple interactions, the prince’s caring nature and twisted them into something seemingly romantic, into something that was only present in Phainon’s imagination. Phainon was a brave warrior, but he valued his friendship with Mydei too much to risk it, allowing fear to take root in his mind.

The hero sighed, feeling dejected. He took his time to patrol the area once more, before deciding to head home. Along the way, he tried to think of what the surprise within the box Cipher gave him could be. While several things crossed his mind, nothing could’ve prepared him for what he saw the moment he opened the box upon his arrival into the comfort of his own room.

Like Cipher said, he found several golden and silver jewelry on top, that would go nicely with the dresses he already has. Each piece intricate and delicate, from armlets to anklets, there was a lot more than Phainon would have anticipated. He took out each piece, looked it over before placing it on his night stand, deciding to move them later. Beneath all the jewelry, he’d find yet another dress Aglaea made for him. This one was a light gold color, simple, ankle-length, sleeveless dress that, by the looks of it, would cover his neck, show off his shoulders while being a tight fit. Along with his own armlet, he did see one that would go quite well with this dress from the jewelry he just received.

The amount of jewelry and the seemingly small dress was not what shocked him, no, what he found beneath the dress, at the very bottom of the box, was what left him stunned. It was a dark blue, one piece lingerie, mostly transparent, while having elegant flowers embroidered over certain parts, giving the illusion of decorum.

Delicate looking and soft to the touch, Phainon couldn’t help but want to try it on. Following the usual steps of removing all of his clothing, and this time underwear as well, he slowly and carefully put on the one piece lace, tying the thin ribbons dangling from the back of his shoulders into a bow at the back of his neck. He adjusted it in some places, before stepping in front of his mirror to observe the lace enveloping his body.

The front had a deep cut that just barely stopped above his belly button, revealing part of his chest and abs, held up by thin ribbons, the back was just the lower part wrapping around his behind, while barely covering anything and instead having his ass almost, on full display, revealing his back dimples, just like the first dress he tried on does.

He couldn’t help but admit to himself that it suited him well. One of his hands reached out to trace the thin ribbon from one side of his neck, down the front of his chest, trailing down until where the deep cut ended, just above his belly button. It was comfortable, very comfortable, then he looked down, observing the reflection of his covered member, realizing that it was a snug fit and not at all uncomfortable.

This lace seemed to be made, considering his own body, accommodating his wide shoulders and bulge well, while flattering his chest, ass and thinner waist nicely. He’ll have to ask Cipher where she even got it from. It was hard to believe that something so pretty and delicate could be this comfortable.

He wanted to try it on with the dark blue dress, but one look at his teleslate was enough to tell him that it was their bath time. Phainon dresses himself once again before heading to the bathhouse, a smile spreading across his face while thinking that he’ll get to see Mydei again.

✧˖°.

After that evening, their responsibilities started demanding more of their time again, limiting their time spent together yet again. Periods like this were normal, considering their roles, but never once did the interaction they had over honeycakes leave either of them, it actually kept both of their thoughts occupied, along with other fond moments they shared, at any time of the day they could afford to have for themselves. Since then, they’ve only had time for short exchanges of words as they continued on with their duties.

In the meantime, Aglaea was dutiful in sewing him a multitude of different, beautiful dresses. Phainon had a whole collection by now. Along with dresses, he’s also started collecting delicate and dainty lace. He didn’t manage to figure out from where Cipher got said lace, but she was happy to deliver more for a pretty coin. Not always though, sometimes she also said that “It’s on the house, Deliverer boy.” before disappearing in smoke again.

There were a few more instances where Mydei saw him walking by with similar boxes, yet the prince said nothing, only gave him a stare as he walked past him, continuing on with his duties. Phainon felt a bit guilty for not being honest with Mydei. He did think of telling the prince a few times, but he wasn’t ready, fear trifling any possible attempt of having the conversation.

Castorice also gave him the scroll when he visited the Library of Philiato to discuss some issues with Anaxa. He was eager to start reading it himself, but that would have to wait a bit since he’s been more busy helping the people of Okhema recently. They had to escort more survivors to Okhema given that the black tide knew no rest and destroyed residences near the Library of Philia. Luckily no one was hurt, but many have been left roofless. At times like these, the Crysos Heirs knew no rest either.

It took two weeks to get everyone settled in and organize repairs to the living quarters. It was a lot of manual labor, but nothing which Phainon wasn’t used to. There was a bit of an ache in his muscles after really long days, but that was nothing the baths couldn’t soothe.

Speaking of the baths, they’ve become one of the rare times he’s gotten to see Mydei these days. The prince doesn’t manage to meet him every day, but when he does, it makes Phainon appreciate their time all the more.

Phainon took extra care to check in with everyone, and make sure they’re alright. He even took over part of Aglaea’s responsibilities due to the Goldweaver being buried in all kinds of work. Seeing the state the seamstress was in, Phainon insisted afterward, on taking her duties for the meantime, while Hyacine ordered the demigod to rest for a while. The most cumbersome part of Aglaea’s duties was, without a doubt, dealing with the Council. He had a lot of respect for her before this, but after seeing how unreasonable the Council can be, it only deepened the amount of respect he held for the seamstress.

Taking all of that into consideration, Phainon was all the more grateful for when he finally had some time for himself. After finishing his lonesome evening bath and arriving in his room, he chose to wear a white lace set with golden accents together with the white dress. It became one of his favorite pastimes to leisure around in lace and dresses while reading. Feeling the soft fabric against his skin, gliding along it, helped the hero relax.

He took the scroll which Castorice lent him, deciding to finally start reading it. In a few steps, he crossed the room, sinking into the softness of his own bed. The long days made him appreciate everything soft, be it the clothing or the bed, he’s become all the more grateful for.

As the purple-haired woman said, the story was about two warriors falling in love and trying to navigate their romance in war. Castorice wasn’t exaggerating by saying the work is explicit. The warriors stumbled around each other on the battlefield and their beds, always entangled in the threads of love. Phainon couldn’t help but think of Mydei, with how one of the warriors was described. Ruthless both in battle and love, yet still had a caring and tender side to him. It made Phainon yearn all the more.

He craved the same treatment from Mydei. To be kissed gently, then taken until he was left utterly breathless, though just reading the scroll and thinking of Mydei while doing so left him plenty breathless. Heat left simmering in his stomach and beneath his skin, fueled by fantasies of their intertwined bodies.

Phainon felt a familiar tightness in his lower stomach. One of his hands trailed down the skirt of the dress until his fingers found the hem, he closed his eyes, imagining it was Mydei’s hand instead. Fingers kept trailing up against his soft skin, over muscles, until he felt a touch over the lacy underwear, eager. Slowly, the fingers glided over his clothed erection, making his breath hitch. Would Mydei tease, or would he be just as eager? Tantalizing thoughts consumed him, making the hardness beneath the lace all the more aching. A hand slipped beneath the lace, gripping his dick, not hesitating to pump it in a hurried manner, precum beading at the tip, threatening to stain the lace.

Tiredness and soreness bled into pleasure, as every breath leaving his mouth was accompanied by whimpers of the name whose hand he was imagining touching him. Phainon then felt another hand grip at his clothed pec, desire crumbling the silk faintly. Another hitched breath left his lips. Heat coiled in his lower abdomen, it has been too long since he felt pleasure. The hand on his length increased its speed, making him arch his back into the awaiting heat of both hands which were on his body. With a shuddering breath and the same name falling from his lips, bliss tipped his head back, making him paint the hand with his release.

Several moments passed, as the heat slowly started to leave his body. He opened his eyes, glancing down. Mydei was nowhere to be seen. It’s been a week since he last saw the prince, he misses him. His eyes examine the state he’s currently in. The dress was a bit crumpled, somewhat over his chest and more along the skirt. His own hand coated in cooling cum, as his free hand went to cover his eyes. This was far from the first time that he reached his peak thinking of the prince, but everything until this point made it all the more intense.

Tomorrow he should have some time for himself, seeing that he’s taken care of most issues. Maybe if Mydei was also free, they could spar again, it’s been far too long since they’ve crossed arms. He cleaned himself and got ready for bed, with hopes of finally monopolizing some of the prince’s time for himself.

✧˖°.

Like many days, Phainon got ready in the morning, presenting himself as the pristine Deliverer everyone expected him to be. He went through the mental list of tasks he has for today, smiling to himself at the chance to spar with Mydei. The hero looked himself in the mirror once more, adjusting his cape again, just to be sure.

Before he headed out, he decided that today he wanted to finally try on the dark blue dress with the lace one piece. It’s become somewhat of a habit to leave out the dress and lace he wanted to wear after his return from his duties. He wanted to try these two together a lot earlier, but this would be the first time he’d put the dress on after purchasing it by himself. Last time he had Aglaea’s help, tying the dress for him, but this time he’d have to do it himself. He feared it would take him too long to do it himself, so he wanted to make sure he had enough time before even attempting to.

Laying down the matching dark blue clothing on his bed, he headed out for the day.

Each task he had to take care of today, he handled with efficiency and care, checking off each one from the list as he went. He wanted to make sure to take care of everything as fast as he possibly could, just to be able to squeeze out more time spent with Mydei. That motivated him throughout the whole day.

Hours passed fast, duties taking away each second. He was making his way towards the rooftop. As he was walking, the man he wanted to see and spend time with just happened to be heading towards his way. The moment he recognized those red markings on tan skin and fiery hair, a wide smile spread across his whole face. Excitement made him run towards the prince.

“Mydei!”

“Deliverer.” The blond nodded in greeting.

“I’m done with my tasks for today, seeing you here, I presume you are as well?” One hand found its place on his hips, not even noticing what Mydei was carrying.

“I am.” The prince confirmed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“That’s great! We can finally spar after so long.”

Mydei was almost blinded by the other’s radiant smile. He nodded yet again in agreement.

“It has indeed been a while,” the prince shifted his weight from one leg, to the other, “but before that, I have something for you, Deliverer. Would you perhaps have time-”

“Snowy!” A small voice interrupted their conversation.

They both turned simultaneously to see Tribbie flying towards them.

“Hello Snowy! Hello De!” The demigod of Passage greeted them properly as she landed on the ground. Mydei greeted her back.

“Hello Lady Tribbie, what brings you here?”

“The Council wants to talk to you about something, so I’ve come to fetch you. They said it’s urgent!” Tribbie put emphasis on the word urgent by stretching out both of her arms above her head.

Phainon sighed, disappointment sagging his frame a bit, knowing that this talk is probably going to cost him his sparring time with Mydei today. Having come to terms with it, sadness still lingering, he thanked Tribbie as she fluttered off. Phainon then turned to face the prince.

“Could you leave it on my desk, please? I’ll go and talk to the Council, you can wait for me in the baths, Mydei.” Phainon looked pleadingly at him, as he tapped the other’s shoulder once, before running past him, knowing the prince would comply.

Mydei was left standing, eyes a bit wide at losing the chance to ask Phainon to have dinner together. Without much consideration, he allowed his legs to lead his way to Phainon’s living quarters. The path was familiar, yet he was distracted the whole way.

The past month, from before the Chrysos Heirs had their little outing, Mydei has been going to Castrum Kremnos, looking for Kremnoan literature, seeing as the Deliverer was interested in learning more about the Kremnoan language, and also, more importantly his late mother’s jewelry. Finding and collecting said items took several trips to his homeland, but Mydei was nothing if not persistent. He entered every room, checked every shelf, inspected every drawer. Gathering reading material for the hero was an easy task, the task which turned out to be more challenging was finding his mother’s jewelry. After giving it enough thought, the prince decided that he would court Phainon officially. That’s where his mother’s jewelry came in. There is nothing more fitting to court the man he loves than the items his most beloved mother wore.

Each time he got frustrated by the disappointment of not finding said jewelry where he imagined it being, he would remember Phainon and his smile, annoyance long forgotten as he continued looking.

In the end, he managed to find them, somewhere where he least expected it, he was grateful this dreadful search was over. Just remembering it made his skin crawl in annoyance. Before he knew, he was standing in front of the hero’s room, mechanisms clicking as they unlocked for him.

Mydei thought it was unwise of Phainon to give him permission to enter his room at any time, making concern arise at the thought of Phainon giving anyone access to his living quarters when asked. Little did the prince know that he was the only one with such a privilege.

As soon as he stepped in and the moment the door closed behind him, he headed towards Phainon’s desk, only for his eyes to catch onto something. Mydei did not expect to see a dark blue dress next to a matching one piece lace on Phainon's bed. He stood in front of the bed, looking at the clothing as if they were a chimera with two heads and not just fabric. Wait, this is not just fabric. They were delicate and beautiful. This is something that a woman would wear. The thought made Mydei's heart drop. Could Phainon already have a lover? How could I have not known? Why didn't Phainon tell me? Many thoughts were swirling in his head and many emotions stirred his heart. Surprise, curiosity, confusion, but the ones he didn't expect were immense sadness and disappointment.

Did Phainon not trust him enough to tell him he has found someone? Did he think that Mydei was not good enough to know?

Along, the hurt and betrayal that swirled in his stomach at the thought of Phainon not trusting him after every battle they fought together, after all the time they spent together, there was also something he wasn’t all too familiar with, something that made his gut reel in an uncomfortable manner. Jealousy.

He distanced himself from the offending clothing, making his way towards the other’s desk. Mydei meant to give the literature together with the jewelry over dinner, once he had proposed to the other man, he was on his way to leave the items in his own living quarters before heading out in search of Phainon. The beautiful clothing on the Deliverer’s bed had foiled his plan, or maybe it saved him the humiliation. He took the literature out and placed it on the neat desk, quills, parchment and scrolls littering the surface.

Mydei took a deep breath, emotions creating a whirlwind within him. I need time. With that, instead of heading to the bath house, he headed towards his own room, deciding to distance himself for the time being until he could talk to the Deliverer with a clear mind.

On Phainon’s end, he was grateful the “urgent” issue could’ve been taken care of immediately, but just as he feared, it was nearly parting hour when he finished. With a small comfort of being able to at least spend some time with Mydei in the baths, his pace hastened, not wanting to waste any more time.

Unlike usual, Mydei didn’t wait by the entrance, Phainon shrugged it off, thinking the prince might be waiting for him inside again. Heading to the changing rooms, he quickly redressed himself into bathing robes, after which he headed to the golden waters, fully expecting to see the prince soaking in its warmth, possibly with another frown on that handsome face.

He was puzzled when his eyes didn’t land on the familiar features of the prince, he’s come to adore so much, but rather just still, warm, golden waters. The hero cautiously approached the body of water, a silly thought making him think that Mydei would ambush him here to initiate their spar. Step after step, he was already sitting in the golden bath, with no Kremnoan prince in sight. Mydei is an honorable warrior, he would rather roar his challenge out loud then stooping so low to ambush me. Phainon chuckled at the image of Mydei standing next to the bath, arms crossed, furrowed brows as he shouted, demanding a duel from Phainon.

The joy that picture brought to him was short-lived, considering that it was part of his imagination and that Mydei wasn’t here. He sank lower into the golden waters until half of his face was submerged, and sat there for a considerable amount of time, thinking of what could’ve held Mydei back from their bath time.

Phainon stayed until his fingers started to shrivel, reluctantly, while still disappointed, he dried off before clothing himself and heading to his living quarters, dragging his feet along the way.

After entering his room, he headed towards his desk, wanting to leave a scroll he received from the Council. Eyes landing on said desk, Phainon saw a stack of unfamiliar scrolls among his possessions. With curious fingers, he picked one up and unfurled it, being greeted by illegible words. It was Kremnoan. The dots started connecting in his mind, the hero realized this is what Mydei had for him, by the looks of it seemed like literature. His heart did little flips at the recognition of the prince remembering what he once said in passing, that he’d be interested in learning more about the Kremnoan language.

Taking one scroll from its stack, he headed towards his bed to put on the dress and lace, giddiness making his cheeks flush. Then suddenly, realization hit him.

Oh no, I asked Mydei to leave this in my room, but I completely forgot I left these here, to wear when I'm back. Phainon shrieked to himself, horror and fear tugging at him, knowing that there is no way Mydei didn't see the dress and the lace. He no longer felt the desire to put on the clothing that might’ve cost him his bond with Mydei, instead he curled up beneath the blanket, his fears coming to life behind his closed eyes.

Phainon didn’t sleep well that night, mind running rampant, thinking that this is probably the reason Mydei didn’t come to the baths, and that this might just be the thing to end their friendship.

✧˖°.

The following week has been a challenge for him to say the least. Mind constantly swirling with scenarios of how Mydei would confront him, telling him that he doesn’t want to associate with him anymore. He was used to appearing perfect and pristine in front of the masses, but people who knew him well enough, noticed a change in his demeanor.

Each time he would see a glimpse of fiery hair or red markings, he would stop in his tracks, turn and run with his tail between his legs. Just the sight of the other was enough to make his stomach drop and heart jump into his throat. Many times the prince didn’t seem to notice him, or if he did, he didn’t act on it.

The first time it happened was when Phainon was talking with Theodoros. They were commenting on a plate the young man received recently until Phainon saw a glimpse of the prince’s back, standing in front of lady Demetria’s stall. The hero gave a quick apology to Theodoros before heading off in the opposite direction, leaving the brunette confused.

The second time was in the Garden of life. Phainon wanted to see the little chimeras again, thinking those lovely, fluffy individuals could alleviate his worries for at least a short while. What he got instead was the handsome profile of Mydei, smiling gently at a chimera he was holding and petting. A flash of want passed him quickly, wishing for the prince to look at him like that, before panic arose and made him change his plans for the day.

The third time was in front of the baths, when he was heading for his usual evening bath, expecting for it to be like his many recent ones, lonely. To say he was surprised seeing Mydei standing in front of the entrance, arms crossed, brows furrowed and eyes closed, was an understatement. For just a moment, the urge to run up to the prince and sling his arm over his shoulders flickered, but the moment amber eyes opened and focused on him, he couldn’t help but run yet again, deciding to opt for a bath in his private chambers.

The fourth time was the most unexpected one, he was having tea with Castorice, the two of them discussing the scroll the latter lent, which he also returned upon their meeting. Most of the conversation went smooth, as they both commented about the writing in the scroll. When the time came to mention one of the lovers, the one that reminded Phainon of Mydei, Castorice noticed a change in his expression, making worry arise in her voice. With the look which the Maiden of War was giving him, he couldn’t help but spill his heart to the purple haired woman. She listened intently, nodding occasionally and sipping tea between. When Phainon finished explaining to her how Mydei stumbled upon the dress and lace, she set the teacup down and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Lord Phainon, like you said, the odds of Mydei actually being bothered by your preference of clothing is very low.” One delicate finger tracing the edge of the teacup. “To me, it seems that Lord Mydei was attempting to start a conversation with you, I believe you should talk to him to clear this misunderstanding.”

“But what if it isn’t a misunderstanding?”

“There is only one way to find out, and you have been prolonging it by avoiding the crown prince.” Just as she finished saying this, her purple eyes darted to the side, warriors instinct beckoning her attention. Feeling slightly alarmed by the sudden sharpness in those usually calm eyes, Phainon’s own azures, followed the mortician's line of sight. His eyes spotted the very topic of their conversation approaching them.

“I’m sorry, Miss Castorice, I should go now.” He hastily got up, ready to leave, but not before turning to the purple haired woman once more. “Thank you, for sparing your time to listen to my worries.”

Sighing, she nodded her head slightly in farewell. “Goodbye Lord Phainon, may it work out well.”

As those words left The Maiden of War’s lips, another, deeper voice rang out through her ears.

“Greetings Miss Castorice, I presume the Deliverer had to leave, noticing my approach?”

Castorice gave him a sad smile and an apologetic gaze, giving Mydei the answer to his question. He huffed, then sighed.

“I shall try again, another day.” As he was about to leave, the fellow calamity Chrysos Heir pointed to the chair across, offering him tea. He nodded in agreement, sitting down as the purple haired woman took out a new cup and poured him a serving.

Listening to Mydei, allowed Castorice to understand the depth of the misunderstanding. The prince appeared unbothered, but she recognized the furrow of worry the other was used to masking with anger. She reassured him, just like she did the hero, encouraging him in his endeavor to talk to Phainon. After a long talk, Mydei thanked her, before heading off.

The fifth and final time was when Aglaea called for him. Having rested enough, the demigod has resumed her duties as Okhema’s leader, and of course, as Phainon’s personal seamstress, claiming it's also an enjoyable hobby for herself. The hero was waiting for the elevator to finish its ascent, only to be first met with a muscular back again. He quickly pressed the button to head down again, a pair of amber eyes catching a glimpse of him in his descent.

Aglaea witnessed this all, signing. She called for him and yet Phainon left before she was able to utter a single word.

“Mydeimos, if you would be able to ask Phainon to come visit me again after you have finished your task, I shall greatly appreciate that.”

“Of course, lady Aglaea, I’ll head to the Deliverer as soon as I finish.”

Mydei bid his farewell as he recalled the events of the past few days. It’s humorous how, when he was trying to distance himself from Phainon, the hero kept running into him or vice versa, with Phainon running away in the end. Now that Mydei had been actively trying to seek him out in order to talk, Phainon was avoiding him still, running away as previously. It proved to be helpful, while he was sorting out his thoughts, but now it came to his detriment. His mind kept him occupied as he busied himself with finishing Aglaea’s task, clutching the small box within his pocket, from which he wasn’t able to part since the day he meant to give it to the Deliverer.

Phainon’s luck was horrendous these days. Anywhere he went he stumbled upon Mydei, or the prince found him himself. Yes, he knows that Castorice was right, that talking would put an end to his misery and he really should, but his mind gave him no mercy, creating concoctions of catastrophic scenarios, which made him reprimand himself, because Mydei would never act as he did in those made up scenarios. Currently, he just needs a break from his mind, so he headed towards his own chambers, intending to soak in bath salts and fragrant oils.

The lack of sleep made him more pliant to the water's warm ripples, he almost fell asleep in the bath, thankfully he didn’t, but he’s certain an hour or perhaps two passed since. He dried off, deciding to finally try the dark blue dress with the matching dark blue lace one piece. The lace itself was easy to put on, he simply needed to tie it behind his neck, having removed his collar prior. He looked into the mirror, inspecting his reflection, adjusting it a bit until he was satisfied. Then he took out the dress. Out of all the dresses, this one might’ve been his favorite, despite it being one of the reasons that he’s in his current predicament. Be it due to its simplicity, or the fond memory of its purchase accompanying it. Slowly, he pulled the silk over his head, the dress perfectly covering the lace beneath. He smoothed out the fabric, turning to his side so that he could see the strings stretching from his shoulders, over his back to the very small of it. Carefully, observing his reflection, he started pulling the string tighter, then moving down to repeat the motion several times. Upon reaching the small of his back, he tied the strings into a bow, he faced the mirror again.

The fabric around his waist was still loose, he sights, arms reaching behind him to untie and try again. This is the first time he’s trying to tie the dress himself, it’ll take him a few more tries to know how much he should tighten the strings. He takes more time now. Each section he checks over two times, before his hands move lower again. Soon enough, he sees the fabric snatching his waist and hugging his chest, as the time Aglaea tied it for him. Just as he finishes tying the bow again, hands still tugging at the stings, a familiar voice rings through the air.

“Deliverer, Aglaea has sent for me to-” He stopped mid-sentence and mid-step, Phainon froze.

They stared at each other, for an unknown amount of time, neither knowing how to act in such a situation.

Mydei was stunned into speechlessness. Out of all things he could’ve expected to happen during their long awaited conversation, this was not one of them. Phainon, the Deliverer of Amphoreus, Okhema’s hero, wearing the dress he saw last time laying on the hero’s bed, looking the most stunning he’s ever seen him. He unashamedly allowed his eyes to trail along the revealed porcelain skin, from the hero’s leg, which peaked from one slit, to the muscles of his arms, an armlet gracing one biceps, wide shoulders, across his supple chest and most surprisingly his naked neck. Phainon always wore his collar, even in the baths, so seeing him without it was a welcoming surprise.

Phainon was unaware of Mydei’s hungry eyes, as his mind spiralled out of control.

Oh, no. It’s bad enough he saw the clothing, but him seeing me wearing it? That is so much worse. His breaths started to come out uneven, eyes falling to the floor.

This is it, the moment he says he never wants to see me again. Phainon’s own arms went to hug himself.

The sudden change from stillness to Phainon curling onto himself, immediately caused Mydei to be concerned, closing the distance between them in a few steps, taking off his gauntlets with ease in order to sooth the hero by moving his hand across the other’s back, hoping it would help him snap out of his frozen, curled up state.

After several moments of repeating the same motion, he realized that it didn’t help. So Mydei tried calling the other.

“Deliverer.”

Nothing.

“Deliverer.” The prince tried again, tone now a murmur, still with more firmness now.

Nothing yet again.

“Phainon, please look at me.”

That snapped the hero out of his state.

Mydei’s deep voice has dropped to a soft hush, words barely recognizable to his ears, but he recognized his own name and noticed that the prince was trying to talk to him. Phainon looked at the other, seeing concern on the blond’s face. Phainon was shaking, and he didn’t even notice it.

“Deep breaths.”

Words suddenly made sense again, so Phainon stopped thinking, he simply followed the instruction. Taking a lungful of much-needed air, he slowly exhaled. Each breath subduing the tremors wrecking his body. Several breaths, all accompanied by the warm hand on his back, were enough to finally calm him down.

“Are you alright, Deliverer?” Came the same deep voice, concern still apparent in each word

“Haha, yea, I think I am. Sorry, Mydei, that was nothing to be worried about.” He tried to brush it off, but Mydei wouldn’t let him.

“That is not ‘nothing to be worried about’.” Amber eyes stared at him, making him squirm.

“I… You’re right.” One hand went to grab at his opposite elbow.

“Would you like to tell me, what happened?” Mydei backed off, giving him space, Phainon already missed the prince’s warmth.

He took several long breaths again, before finding the right words.

“I was scared you would say you’d never want to see me again.”

Confusion was written all over Mydei’s face. He blinked several times before speaking again.

“And why would you think that?”

“Because you saw the dress, and now you saw me wearing it?” It was more of a question this time.

Mydei blinked a few times again, he looked like a lost cat now. Phainon has never seen him so wide-eyed like this before, it looked funny, he couldn’t fight the chuckle that spilled out.

“And now you’re laughing, as if you weren't struggling to breathe a few moments prior.” Mydei dead-panned, one side of his lips curving upwards in disbelief.

“I can’t help it, the face you’re making is priceless.” A laugh followed.

Mydei missed hearing it, soft, melodic, and beautiful. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, like many times before, tilting his head as he watched the man he adored. The prince allowed Phainon’s laughter to subside before asking his next question.

“So you were avoiding me because you thought that I, for some reason, would not approve of it?”

Well, when he says it like that, it does sound silly, like it did many times in his own thoughts, yet the deep-rooted fear made it all too frightening. Not waiting for an answer, Mydei continued.

“Deliverer, you are no less the amazing person that caught my attention for the clothing you are wearing.” Voice steady and almost authoritative, he continued. “A dress does not undermine your capability as a warrior nor does it make you any less of a man, you look beautiful in it, and you should take pride.”

Mydei took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them.

“Pretty even.” Mydei said as he stood before Phainon, one hand brushing a few white strands behind a red ear.

Phainon blushed, not expecting the gesture. Finally, Mydei was giving him the tender gaze he craved to be on the receiving end of so many times, unbeknownst to the hero, he’s been the recipient all along, he just never realized that it was indeed, in the kind of way he wanted it to be. Heat spread down his neck. Then a question popped up in his mind.

“Wait, so why did you not come to the baths the evening I asked you to leave your gift on my desk?”

Mydei halted, taking a few moments to think, before answering.

“That day I intended to invite you to have dinner with me. I was about to, but Lady Tribbie appeared after. Due to that, I merely managed to inform you that I had something for you, but your responsibilities required your attention. I intended to hand the items over during dinner, but then you asked of me to leave the items in your room and-”

“Literature wasn’t the only gift, then…?” Phainon interrupted, not being able to contain his curiosity.

“No, I also had a courting gift prepared.”

“A what?” Phainon’s cheeks blazed aflame.

“A courting gift.” Mydei repeated, a bit annoyed by getting interrupted and needing to repeat himself.

“For what?”

“For what??” Mydei mimicked. “I wanted to court you!”

“You wanted to do what??”

“To court you, you HKS!!!”

Oh.

Oh. Out of all the things that went through Phainon’s head, all the situations and reactions Mydei could have, this was not one of them.

“Now, if you would be so kind as to let me finish.” He pointed a glare towards Phainon, one that was far softer than his usual scouring expression. The hero could just nod fast, not daring to speak right now, be it due to not wanting to entice more of Mydei’s wrath or the fact that his face was so flushed, he was so nervous, and he couldn’t thrust his own voice at the moment from the amount of butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

Clearing his throat, the prince continued.

“You asked me to leave the items in your room, I headed there without much thought, distracted while walking, before I knew it I was standing in your room. Once I saw the dress and lace, I assumed you had a lover, about which you didn’t tell me.”

“No, the only one I ever loved was you!” Phainon shouted, panic evident in his voice, before he could stop his confession from spilling out.

A soft, deep laugh filled the air, one of which Phainon very rarely got to hear. The deep rumble continued for a few moments, allowing the hero to live down the embarrassment of blurting out his feelings, in such a comedic manner. The prince then took a breath, after having calmed down, before speaking again.

“I too, love you, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae.”

Mydei stepped all the closer, leaning in now, resting his forehead against Phainon’s, allowing them both to share the same air. That's all they did for several moments, or was it eternities? Gazing in each other's eyes and sharing their breaths as time dripped around them like thick and sweet honey. He waited to see if the hero would lean back or step away, but he only saw the twinkle in those lovely azures, as a tongue darted out to lick over worry-bitten lips. The prince then leaned in, dragging his own lips against the hero's, feeling the hitch of Phainon’s breath against his own wet ones. He lingered, enjoying the comfort which the proximity allowed them.

Slowly after, he pushed forward, pressing their lips together.

The kiss was tender, loving, everything Phainon wanted it to be. It was so sweet, the way their lips fit together so perfectly, gliding against each other leisurely, in harmony. It’s as if all their unspoken feelings finally poured into this kiss. He timidly rested his palms on the other’s chest, before slowly trailing his fingers over marking covered tan skin, over the prince’s golden necklace, and around his neck, arms now resting on wide shoulders.

Mydei’s own hand reached out to rest against one side, thumb dragging lazily against the silk, before he felt the other’s arms traveling up his body and locking behind his neck. This prompted the prince to wrap both of his arms around Phainon’s waist, dragging him against his own body, leaving no space between them. The tenderness of the kiss remained, until Phainon’s fingers trailed further up, into fiery locks, pulling the prince in, lips parting, allowing an eager tongue to lick along the seam of Mydei’s lips, asking for more.

The prince willingly obliged, parting his own lips, swallowing a moan by doing so, a callused hand squished the waist in endearment. This, like many things between them, was also a competition, but unlike others where Phainon was always pushing himself to beat the prince, this time he allowed the other to lead, tilting his head to the side and further back, allowing more access to those hungry lips. This time, tasting the desire that overflowed.

Phainon’s lips swallowed a groan, making him tremble, the hands on his waist held him as if they feared to let go, feared to lose him. It made him all the more desperate for the other’s touch, wanting to eliminate the very little distance that remained between them. His fingers threaded thought firefly hair, scratching along the other’s scalp lightly, before entangling them further and pulling the prince forward, against his demanding lips with more hunger. He allowed the other to do as he pleased, delighted in the pressure on his waist increasing with every little sound the prince pulled out of him. His own tongue playfully traced the other’s fangs before pushing back against the intrusion as if in challenge, wanting the other to give, and also take more.

The hero was soon trembling again, not from his own mind, but rather from the feeling of the prince’s firm body pressing against his own, the other’s searing touch on his waist, and the voracious lips claiming his. His mind was clouded, not by worries, but by pleasure. Mydei kissed him as if his lips were made of honey, making the prince lap ever so eagerly, wanting more and more, which he willingly gave. The prince continued claiming his lips, tracing each ridge with his tongue until he noticed them both being short of air, the urge to dismiss breathing was never so strong. Despite that, his hands squeezed the waist more firmly once more, making the fingers from his hair slide down and back onto his shoulders.

They parted slowly, breathing heavily. Their gazes never leaving each other’s faces. Mydei’s eyes glanced down at the wet lips he just parted from, following the pink tongue gliding over them, before his eyes found the hero’s yet again. The prince stared at the azures, noticing how the blue was barely visible, Phainon’s eyes having dilated completely, he could only assume that his ambers matched the hero’s. He could feel the other’s breath coming unevenly, ghosting over his own wet lips, the urge to close the distance being pushed down by the feeling of how tight his pants were, but more surprisingly, by the feeling of something firm, pressing against his own body. Curiosity made him look down.

Phainon’s eyes followed the amber ones, trailing a path between them. Realization hit him hard, as soon as he noticed where those eyes decided to linger. He looked away, not seeing how the hunger in those ambers just deepened, feeling as if his own body betrayed him, by showing the prince just how much the kiss affected him. Then he felt those warm hands traveling down, gripping his hips now, thumbs trailing against both hipbones in soothing circles, it made him look up at the prince again.

He felt Mydei pressing firmly against his own body, allowing him to feel the other’s arousal. Amber eyes looked at him as if they wanted to devour him whole once again, yet there was something soft in the prince’s gaze, beneath the hunger.

One warm hand trailed up his body, along the silk, until it found its resting place against his own heated cheek, Phainon leaned into the touch, closing his eyes. He felt the prince caress his face gently, cradling it as if he were the most precious thing in the world. It made him peek, seeing the same soft, but still hungry, gaze of the prince, and a smile so gentle, it made his heart leap out of his chest, breath stuttering.

“Do you… want this?” Mydei asked in a hushed tone, afraid he’d break the trance they both were in if he were to speak any louder.

“More than anything.” Phainon breathed out, nuzzling further into the warm hand, azure eyes lidding as they gazed at the prince, turning his face just to leave a kiss on the warm palm.

Mydei’s smile spread across his face. He leaned in and placed a kiss on the hero’s forehead. The same lips trailed down, leaving a small kiss on the top of his nose, before again finding his lips, pressing lightly, lingering just a bit, before pulling away and leading the hero to his own bed.

Phainon found himself in the middle of his bed, on soft blue linen, sitting on his own legs as he followed the blond’s reflection in the mirror in front of them. The prince’s fingers glided against the revealed skin of his shoulder, before trailing up, teasingly pulling on the thin string holding the dress up, along his neck and resting them beneath his chin, as he sat down behind the hero. Mydei looked at the back in front of him, eyes enjoying the expanse of muscles covered with interlaced strings.

Warm fingers cupped Phainon’s face gently again, while wet lips kissed the golden sun, moving slowly and deliberately along the previously porcelain colored skin, now lightly tinted golden. He tilted his head, giving the prince more access to press even more kisses, making him shudder yet again.

Amber eyes found his own in the reflection, each press of lips being more firm than the last.

The prince's free hand rested on his right hip, before trailing to his lower back, finding the stings there. He twirled the string once, twice around his finger, anticipation rising in Phainon’s chest with each tug he felt on the fabric. Mydei watched how his breath came out uneven again, how his chest rose with it, azures dilated and lidded beneath long lashes, before finally pulling the string, undoing the bow resting there. The tugging on the dress continued with the prince’s fingers trailing up, along his back, index finger hooking beneath the crisscrossed stings, pulling the silk loose from its confines, revealing even more of the muscular back. Lips never stopping their work of lavishing the skin in kisses.

Having loosened the stings, both of his hands gripped the hero’s hips, trailing along his sides, teasing with the promise of more to come, as his fingers found the strings resting on his shoulders, gripping both, Mydei’s lips finally part to press his tongue against the other’s pulse. Phainon sees a flash of a fang in the mirror as the prince drags his tongue along his skin, fingers fiddling with the skirt of his dress. Slowly the prince pulls both strings down, over his shoulders, revealing more. Mydei expected to see skin stretched taut over muscles, what greets him instead was the same lace he saw on the other’s bed along with the dress, that fateful day. Lips stopped their movement to observe the silk pooling around Phainon’s hips.

Phainon’s eyes never left the amber ones in the mirror. He saw how they followed the dress slipping down his body, only to darken further upon seeing the delicate fabric beneath.

“You’re also wearing the lace.” Mydei groans against the hero’s shoulder, nipping it lovingly, making Phainon moan at the feeling of fangs worrying his skin.

“I wanted to try the dress with the lace today, before you came to my room.” He said that as if it was a secret for Mydei’s ears only.

“I am pleased you did.”

Mydei answered as he continued kissing, from one shoulder to the other. A firm palm pressing between the hero’s shoulder blades, urging him forward. Phainon, eagerly obliged, palms moving from the skirt, to rest his weight on them instead. Mydei followed, leaning over the hero, lips leaving trails of kisses as his hands gripped the dress, tugging it further down the long legs, asking the hero to lift one leg, then the other with a single tap to each, in order to fully remove the clothing. Mydei straightens himself to look at the marvel in front of him.

Porcelain skin dusted in a golden hue, muscles rippling with every exhale, the expanse of a broad back on full display, strings from the bow gliding against the hero’s kiss covered neck, long legs quivering beneath their weight and a round firm ass, partially covered with beautiful, flower-pattern lace. Nothing was left to the imagination anymore, Mydei groaned again, hand trailing down the hero’s spine until it rested where the lace on his lower back began.

Phainon observed it all in the mirror. How the prince’s eyes raked over his body, how they softened with every shudder of his body, how the markings on tan skin moved with each breath taken, muscles straining against each inhale, golden tint gracing the prince’s handsome face. Then those ambers locked with his, a promise left lingering in that gaze.

It just made his whole body burn even more.

Mydei took off his boots, settling behind Phainon soon after, hands gripping his ass, seeing the skin spill from his fingers, pulling the globes apart, allowing the lace to rest against his rim before leaning down.

“If it ever becomes too much, tell me.” He said, caressing the skin before leaning down.

Phainon didn’t manage to form an answer, instead he whined as he felt lips on his body again.

First it was kisses, fangs dragging against his skin with occasional nips, but soon the hot tongue returned, gliding along the edge of the lace, trailing from one hip down, stopping at the apex of the firm muscle, then repeating the motion again on the other side, this time not stopping, continuing downwards until his tongue was dragging against the hero’s covered rim, making Phaianon push back against the warmth, hand darting up to cover a quiet moan, yet he was asking for more with his body.

The sensation of fabric against his tongue didn’t deter Mydei from lathering the puckered rim with his spit, making the fabric above it just as wet. He didn’t stop until the lace was sticking to the fluttering hole. All Phainon could do was muffle his hushed moans against his hand, azures following the prince’s every move behind him in the reflection.

Mydei was not fond of the hero covering his mouth, stifling the sound he wanted to hear more desperately. Hooking his thumb beneath the lace, he pulled it to the side, letting the other feel the heat directly against his rim. He flattened his tongue, dragging it over the ring of muscles slowly. Each time he’d press more firmly against the rim, still not breaching, he hummed at the taste of salt from the other’s skin, making Phainon squirm. Mydei gripped the hero’s ass tighter, spreading the cheeks further in order to draw circles over the entrance. He continued doing this until he felt the other shaking more, so he finally pressed forward, breaching into the heat, groaning.

Phainon’s whole body shook. The hand that was previously covering his mouth now clung to the linen below, moans no longer restrained. Mydei was pleased, he continued pumping his tongue, enjoying the sensation of the walls fluttering against it.

“Mydei- I need-” Yet the hero didn’t manage to finish, as a devious tongue started pushing against his walls.

The prince continued licking all over and inside the other’s entrance, feeling the body in his hands tremble, pushing back more against his face. He enjoyed the other’s whines that followed upon licking firmly against the rim.

“What do you need?” Mydei nearly growled out as he parted from the other’s rim, lips moving to leave more kisses where lace met skin.

“Your fingers. Inside… please.”

“Oil?” It was more a ragged breath than a question.

“Second drawer from the top.” The hero said in one impatient breath.

Mydei parted from Phainon, already missing the trembling against his palms, while the latter missed the heat against his body. He leaned back, reaching out in order to open the drawer and finding the oil after rummaging around a bit. Oil in hands, he faced the hero again, whose arms barely held his weight as tremors shook his body in anticipation.

Swift fingers uncorked the glass bottle, tilting it, allowing the oil to coat his fingers in a generous layer. He rested his fingers on the puckered hole, leaning down and leaving more kisses along the hero’s shoulder and neck. Ambers found azures in the reflection as the prince observed the hero’s face in the reflection.

“I’ll be slow. Tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop.” The fingers traced unhurried circles around the other’s entrance, waiting for a response before continuing.

Phainon whined, trying to push back against the fingers, wanting to finally feel them inside.

“You don’t need to, I’ve… done this before.” A shaky breath left the hero’s lips, before continuing. “… to the thought of you.”

Another groan followed the hero’s confession. The fingers on his rim stopped moving as the other hand returned to one hip, the grip nearly bruising. Images of Phainon pleasuring himself, while moaning his name, filled his mind.

“... The things you do to me, Phainon.” Mydei said, finally pushing his fingers into the welcoming heat. Phainon arched his back against the intrusion, a sweet moan dripping from his lips.

“I, too, have reached pleasure many times, to the images of you, within my grasp.” A strained whine followed the prince’s own admission. More kisses were pressed into heated skin.

Despite Phainon telling him he didn’t need to take it slow, the prince wanted to. He took his time pressing the pads of his fingers against the warmth, feeling the walls clinging to his fingers, wanting more, yet it didn’t hasten his pace. Each time, Mydei would press into Phainon his fingers would prod, looking for the spot that would make the hero feel ecstasy, before dragging them out, nearly leaving the heat, only to tug at the rim, ever so slightly, earning himself more desperate whines.

“Mmmn… please Mydei.” Phainon whimpered out between breaths, hips relentlessly pushing back against the slow thrusts.

The sweet plea didn’t go unheard, fingers more intent on finding that one spot now. Along with pressing his fingers against the fluttering walls, Mydei started curling them, pushing harder against the hero’s body, craving to hear more of the other’s melodic voice straining from pleasure. A flick of his wrist changed the angle of his thrust, feeling Phainon’s hips stutter back against the sensation, back arching further with the movement, followed by exactly what Mydei wanted to hear.

“There it is.” Mydei said, breathless, in awe, as if he found priceless treasure. That was all the warning Phainon got before the fingers started moving at a rapid pace.

The hero’s moans filled the room, not even trying to restrain them as he was gripping the blue linen within his palms, bunching the soft fabric. His face dropped onto the bed, now resting next to his fists, as his hips moved back, meeting the prince’s fingers. He was so lost in pleasure, that he didn’t notice when the prince managed to have three fingers inside of him, constantly hitting his prostate effortlessly. The pleasure was maddening, building fast, too fast, as he felt himself nearing his release.

“Mydei- AH enough. I don’t want to come yet.” He managed to breathe out.

“Is that all you got, Deliverer?” The moniker returned, irking him just a bit, feeling as if Mydei was cheating by using it now, like this. So? Phainon could also play that game.

“I want to come with you…” he took a breath, “inside me” Phainon made sure to capture the prince’s amber gaze in the reflection, lathering the name in honey as he moaned, “Mydeimos.”

A growl did leave the prince this time. Phainon observed as fangs flashed and brows furrowed in the mirror. He felt another jab at his prostate, making him whine again, hips instinctively pushing back in search for more, only for those same fingers to pull away.

“You have no idea-” Mydei’s breath was cut short by the desire bleeding from it. He stepped away, making Phainon crave the warmth yet again. His ears perked up as he heard a belt buckle being undone and fabric hitting the floor, the hero turned his head, this time meeting the ambers head on and being graced with feral voracity written all over the prince’s face, “what you do to me Phainon.”

“Then show me.” Phainon answered just as breathless, his own hunger fully revealed to the prince with those few words.

“I will. But-” The hoarse voice raked down Phainon’s spine. "Let me see. All of you in exchange.”

The bed dipped with Mydei’s weight. Phainon’s eyes traced the prince’s reflection as he saw him take the bottle of oil, his gaze focusing on the prince’s face. He saw a fang sinking into the wet bottom lip, the brows that were still furrowed, the tightness of the prince’s jaw, as he noticed the other’s hand move along his length, slicking himself up. Then he felt warm oil drip against the lace, seeping through it and over his entrance.

The prince rested his length between the parted ass cheeks, leaning forward, kissing his way up, rutting against the lace with the movement, capturing Phainon’s face with his palm, so he could place a kiss against the heated cheek. Then moving down a bit to prep more kisses against the hero’s neck and shoulder as he aligned himself with the awaiting entrance.

Despite the evident hunger in the prince’s voice, he never ceased with his gentle touches and tender kisses. He kept lining kisses across the other’s skin as he slowly started pushing in, feeling the other’s body easily welcome him. Both of his hands found Phainon’s clutched ones, making the hero let go of the blue linen, in order to interlace their fingers. There was very little space left between them. Both Mydei and Phainon were determined to close that remaining gap, soon. Mydei kept pressing forward, feeling the head pushing past the ring of muscles, settling within the warmth, his lips parted from the hero’s skin briefly.

“Are you alright?” The question was followed by more docile kisses along Phainon’s nape.

“You… are a lot bigger than I thought.” A ragged breath escaped Phainon as he pushed his hips back against Mydei’s, feeling more of the length breach him. “But it feels good.” Misty eyes found the prince in the reflection before another breathless plea left his lips, “I want more of you, Mydei.”

That was punctured by a whine, due to the feeling of Mydei twitching within him, and growing impossibly harder. Phainon felt the prince's forehead rest against the back of his shoulder, another groan vibrating against his skin, making him clench around the intrusion.

“And you will get what you want.” The prince moaned through gritted teeth, squeezing their interlaced fingers, before moving again.

Inch by inch, Mydei pressed forward, until his hips met Phainon’s behind. He fully draped himself over the hero’s body, chest flush against the other’s back, no space left between them anymore. They could feel the other’s heaving chest, breaths being sparse, both of them taking a few moments to adjust to the new feeling. There was no silence, the air was filled with both of their moans, as the prince finally started to pull out, dragging the entirety of his length against the velvety walls, which were desperately trying to keep him inside, making the other feel the pressure of the cock head against each spot within that made Phainon see stars.

Mydei stood still, gaze first raking over the hero’s profile, before gazing up and seeing the expression on Phainon’s face in the mirror, taking his breath away. Snow-white hair ruffled against linen, eyes misty and lidded, tears gathering on long lashes, face flushed golden, lips parted from moans seeping from them. No fantasy could match the beauty painted in front of his very eyes, and he let the hero know that much.

"Nothing comes close to seeing you like this. So sensitive, so responsive to every touch." Each word that left the prince’s lips made tremors rake over Phainon’s body.

"It's because-mnn” a whine interrupted him, “you are touching me."

Another moan left Mydei, as he pressed forward deliberately, slowly, not feeling the need to rush despite both of their hunger, even after hearing those words from Phainon. He couldn't help but leave more kisses against the hero’s face, heart soaring at the satisfied humming coming from the other.

The slow sway of their bodies continued, accompanied by Phainon’s stuttering breath each time they pressed against each other. He squeezed their interlaced fingers, before searching for the reflection of amber eyes again, which were already looking at him in the mirror. The gaze Phainon was giving Mydei was a plea in itself, no words needed for the prince to understand what the other wanted. Trailing his palms up Phainon’s arms, over his shoulder, he pulled away, leaving just the tip inside, before thrusting back in with more fervor behind the motion. The stuttering breaths soon turned to whines, hips meeting the prince’s with the same intensity, as moans soon started to follow each thrust against his prostate.

Phainon was unraveling, all the strain, all the worry, all the fear melted away with the pleasure climbing higher and higher, tension coiling low in his gut, threatening to snap any moment as he desperately pressed his body against Mydei’s. They have by now set a fast rhythm, the slapping of skin against skin audible along both of their moans and groans, chasing ecstasy together.

Mydei was amazed at how malleable Phainon was to his every touch and word.

"Look at you. So beautiful, so eager, so open for me." Mydei said as his hands moved from nearly bruised hips, along the trembling sides, hooking beneath the hero’s shoulders in order to pull him up, pressing his chest against the mscular back yet again. Their eyes interlocked in the mirror.

“Just for you.” Another moan interrupted the hero. “Just like how you are eager for me.”

A Kremnoan curse was uttered against Phainon’s heated skin, feeling the prince gripping his hips again while increasing the pace still, yet those hands weren’t able to keep still now. One hand trailed from the hip to the base of Phainon’s lace-covered cock, pressing the delicate fabric around his length, across muscles, fingers drifting against each ridge, feeling the body against his tremble, reaching a heaving chest in order to flick a stiff nipple, tracing one collarbone before his hand cupped Phainon’s cheeks between index and thumb, tilting the hero's head back, so it was resting on his shoulder now.

“So-Ah… close.” Phainon moaned out.

Mydei’s eyes followed a trail along the lace down, noticing the precum gathering on the hero’s tip. His other hand grabbed at his leaking hardness, thought the lace, straining and staining it. Warm fingers curled around Phainon’s dick, lace not allowing the prince to fully circle it, grip still loose. Phainon’s back arched at the touch to his hardness, hands reaching behind to grip the firefly hair again, tugging, hips desperately chasing the pleasure the other was giving him by thrusting back in time with the prince’s rhythm, his back imitating a bow now.

The prince didn’t even have time to fully grasp the other’s length before Phainon was screaming his name, clenching around Mydei’s dick in a vice, hips pressing harder against his body, back arching impossibly further, shivering while Mydei held him through it. He continued thrusting, rhythm uneven now, until the velvety walls made him mutter out another Kremnoan curse as he buried himself within the warmth, groaning the hero’s name against his shoulder, and reached his own orgasm.

Everything blurred, the sensation was overwhelming for the both of them. Lungs fighting to get air after the overwhelming pleasure washed over them.

Phainon came to first, misty eyes looking at those endearingly furrowed brows, resting just above his shoulder. He loosened his grip on the fiery locks, instead deciding to cradle through them softly. Mydei nuzzled against the hand on his head, humming.

“Like a big cat.” The hero chuckled.

“Shut up HKS.” Mydei grumbled, burring his face in the crook of the other’s neck, right against the golden sun.

“Wha- how could you say that after what we just did?.” Phainon said in a fake hurt tone.

“How can YOU call me a cat, after what we just did?”

Mydei parted from his resting place just to glare at the other, only to stop when he saw the loving smile on Phainon’s face. All anger suddenly gone, the prince instead nuzzled his nose against the hero’s cheek, hearing more chuckles in return.

Phainon was lax in his hold, fully pliant against his chest as he took deep breaths. Mydei pressed a few more kisses into the other’s skin before speaking again.

“I’ll clean us up, you can rest.”

“You don’t need to.” Phainon looked away, suddenly shy.

“But I want to.” The prince answered, clutching that beautiful face between his fingers, tilting it towards his own face, pressing a soft and sweet kiss against the hero’s lips.

Phainon’s breath was gone again, with it the complaints also dying down, as he allowed the prince to move and clean him before returning him to a clean bed. His face now resting against the prince’s chest, a surprisingly comfortable pillow. They enjoyed the silence until the hero remembered something again.

“Wait, you still haven’t told me what your…” he took a few moments to test the word in his mind, knowing its weight, “...courting gift was.”

Amber eyes looked down at him again, a softness present in them melting Phainon.

“Phainon, let’s go on a date tomorrow. Dinner.”

Phainon’s cheeks felt heat rising again, not from shyness but rather excitement.

“I would love to, but you still haven’t told me what the gift was.”

Mydei leaned down, kissing the hero’s forehead.

“You will find out.” He dragged his lips against the skin yet again. “Tomorrow.” Another kiss followed against one temple. “Rest for now.”

Those words worked like magic, as Phainon was lulled to sleep by them along with the prince’s heart beat.

✧˖°.

When Phainon woke up, he found a note on his bedside table, which made the butterflies flutter in his stomach.

“Meet me at ‘Marmoreal Diner’ tomorrow during action hour. For now, I have to leave as I need to take care of some things prior to our date.”

Phainon clutched the piece of paper to his chest, giggling while flopping back down onto the bed. He’d busy himself with reading the scroll he wanted to finish. The hero stood up to prepare his clothing for the day, before a thought crossed his mind. I could wear a dress.

It’s been over a month since he’s started collecting dresses, lace and jewelry in addition. He remembered his friend's and Mydei’s words as his fingers glided against the soft colorful fabric from the dresses he collected. The words his fellow Chrysos Heirs gave were plenty reassuring, even more so after he received the same sentiment from Mydei, whose opinion he was honestly most worried about prior to this. Knowing he has all of their support now, he picked a dress he was yet to wear, finding matching jewelry and of course lace to wear with it. Simple sandals would go really well with it. Phainon couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, imagining Aglaea nodding in approval at his choice.

Laying out the chosen items on one side of his bed, he spent several hours leisurely reading, while laughing in another dress.

Several hours passed, but the time’s fast flow was not thanks to the scroll, it was rather due to the thoughts of Mydei and their date.

The hero quickly put on the chosen outfit, adorning himself in the jewels after. He looked himself once over in the mirror, palms straightening out the skirt, before smiling and heading out.

As always, the path was a familiar one and a short one. Murmurs did follow his every step, but he was too busy thinking about a certain blond to mind anything said. He could spot the prince standing in front of the diner from a distance. Mydei was known to be punctual in many things, that was no surprise. What was a surprise instead was a bouquet of white flowers and a box that he was holding.

Phainon could only grin as he called out to the prince, closing the distance between them.

“Mydei!”

“Phainon.” The prince smiled softly, seeing the radiant smile on the other, but soon after his jaw dropped open.

He expected to see Phainon, yes, but what he didn’t expect was Phainon to be all dressed up like this for him. Mydei stared, mouth still open, eyes comically wide.

Seeing how much his chosen clothing affected Mydei, made Phainon giggle and his face flush, enjoying the ambers raking over his body. It didn’t take Mydei long to snap out of it.

“To think you would bless me with such an appearance.” Mydei said as he pulled the hero in by the waist, kissing him on the cheek first followed by one on the lips.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Those words do not describe how pleased and honored I am by seeing you like this.” Mydei said as he led the other to their table, pulling out the chair for Phainon.

“These are for you.” The prince handed Phainon the flowers, making the golden hue on the hero’s cheeks spread.

“Thank you, they are lovely.”

“And” the prince handed him the box next, “this.”

“What’s inside?” Azures glimmered with curiosity.

“See for yourself.” Mydei was giving him one of those tender gazes again, Phainon all but melted at their table from just that look.

Slowly he removed the lid of the flat box. There were two items in the box, both wrapped in soft fabric, preventing any possible harm. Phainon took the smaller item out first, it was firm and cold through the fabric, curiosity didn’t allow him to ponder for long what it was. Moving the fabric away, he saw an armlet with a red stone embedded into it. It was hard not to notice that it was very similar to the one Mydei was wearing, Phainon’s breath hitched, eyes darting up to meet the prince’s gaze. He was softly smiling at him.

“Go on. There is more.”

Phainon traced the red gem, before reluctantly parting from the jewelry in order to see what the other item was. His fingertips met something soft beneath the concealing fabric. Moving it to the side, he was met with red silk, soft to the touch, beautiful to the eyes with the golden embroidery on it. He took the clothing, pulling it from the box, only to realize it was a Kremnoan dress.

“You really are staking your claim on me with these.” Phainon whispered in awe.

“Of course, this is my courting gift to you.” Mydei said, all proud, chest puffing like a lion.

The prince cleared his throat, before continuing.

“Phainon of Aedes Elysiae, would you do me the honor of allowing me to court you? Would you allow me to be your lover?”

Phainon chuckled.

“So formal.”

It was Mydei’s turn to blush.

“Could you please answer, you HKS.” Gold was spreading rapidly over tan skin.

“Yes of course! I would love to, Mydeimos!” Phainon nearly lunged at the prince from his seat, arms locking behind the prince’s neck, hugging him.

Mydei put on the armlet for him as they talked and waited for their food to arrive.

The food was sweeter than usual, but that might just be the honey left lingering from the prince’s kiss. The conversation never died down between them, Phainon could also swear that Mydei was talking a lot more than he usually did. He even managed to convince the blond of feeding him a few forkfuls of food. The prince’s face was dusted with a golden hue, as he mumbled, “You better not get used to this” after which he allowed Phainon to continue.

After their dinner, they went on a walk, fingers interlaced and clutched tight together, tugging each other in directions they wanted to go. The evening was spent with soft smiles, laughter and tender gazes. Phainon couldn’t have asked for more, knowing they are lovers now.

The prince, ever the gentleman, accompanied Phainon home, only for the hero to whisk him into his room, showing him exactly what he wore beneath the dress. This was their first night together as official lovers.

✧˖°.

Many things remained the same, and yet few things changed.

Word did spread a day after that the Deliverer was seen wearing dresses, with the prominence being on how breathtakingly beautiful he looks in them, like a god walking amongst mortals.

Upon hearing such a comment from behind them while they were in the Garden of Life talking to the chimeras, Mydei merely pulled Phainon in by the waist, nuzzling against the hero’s neck before speaking again.

“The Deliverer is my lover, you ought to better remember that.” He made sure everybody could hear him say it.

Phainon laughed, the sound as melodic as ever to Mydei’s ears.

“I love you, Mydei.” He nuzzled the other back.

“I love you too, Phainon.”