SleeplessAndObsessed
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Mydei's gorgeous. A black and red wound in the snowed-in world. They face each other as if they have never met before. Mydei’s voice is steady, grounded. Anchored to some place faraway, near that beach where the waves seemed so loud. He cocks his head to the side.
“Following me, aren't you?”
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or: they both have things to hide.
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(And why did he murder him? Because his own deeds were evil, and his brother’s righteous.)
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Three years later, Neikos calls.
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Breathe when it's over by SleeplessAndObsessed
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
29 Apr 2026
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A warrior only kneels twice: the first time in prayer, and the second in defeat. All Kremnoans live and die by this, a lesson thoroughly sowed from the wall of their skulls to the hardened bone of their kneecaps, until they grow resilient, unbending legs.
A king only kneels once — at his coronation, accepting the hefty weight of a jeweled crown over his head, and the responsibility of his land and his people.Phainon’s belt clinks, the leather slipping from silver hoops, and Mydei falls to his knees.
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“Were we friends?” Phainon asks.
“You drove a blade through my back."
“Great friends, then.” Phainon laughs. The wind selfishly ushers the sound away.
“You hated me,” Mydei insists, recalling a different Phainon, who was somber and fire-blessed, vicious and gorgeous, a Phainon who had a hand over Mydei’s throat and the other over his heart, and who squeezed until Mydei could almost believe himself to be mortal; a Phainon he had cherished in his own clumsy, lacking manner, and who had died without knowing he was loved. “And you traded your life for mine.”
Phainon keeps looking towards the sea, crouched, a gentle smile dancing upon his lips.
“Then I couldn’t have hated you,” he says.
In the sand, he draws a castle flanked by two tall towers.
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Or: Mydei learns how long and lonely immortality really is, and then learns it doesn't have to be.
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“Wanna fuck?”
Neikos freezes. Swallows. Mydei watches the shape of his curving throat as the chocolate makes its way down, and licks his bottom lip. Neikos’ hand is closed on the countertop, long, pale pianist fingers slowly unclenching, and he’s quiet.
When he moves, it’s as if he’s moving against time itself. He’s distorting the space between him and Mydei with silent footsteps, large strides. He stops on the side of the couch where Mydei’s head rests, and Mydei cranes his neck until he can meet Neikos’ eyes. He looks handsome even like this, most of his face hidden and upside down. Mydei smiles.
“You’re drunk,” Neikos says carefully.
“I’m not,” Mydei replies, and he isn’t, not really, but he’s starting to feel somewhat warm.
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You pin his hands over his head, and breath escapes his lungs in a heavy, happy sigh. He’s had a couple drinks, not yet drunk, and he looks up with you with the terrifying lucidity of uninhibited desire. You straddle him and chase the taste of gin and cigarette smoke between his lips so you don’t have to see it.
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- Part 1 of half-empty
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24 Jun 2026
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[Each time he wakes, it’s for a little longer. The tide recedes, exposing dull pain, frayed nerve endings; offering split flesh up to an unrelenting sun. Sometimes Jean is there, in that chair by the bed, the shadows beneath his eyes sketched in blue, and in the moments between sleep and sleep again their eyes meet, and there’s a smile in there somewhere, just out of reach; there’s a desperate kindness lodged in the bloody meat of his chest like shards of something broken.
(this is a place where people come to die.)]
Kim is shot at the tribunal. Jean stays with him.
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- Part 1 of Relay out of Death
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24 Jun 2026
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Set during a single night in maybe ‘53 or ‘54. Jean’s not doing good. Harry got injured wrapping up a case, just a concussion, but it’s an overnight stay at the lazareth. Jean’s doing bad. He asks Kim for a favor, expecting a firm no and lots of negative social and professional consequences, hoping for a no and violence.
“Jean, I’m not going to shoot you.”
“What, Harry teach you to read minds too?”
“Nobody can read minds. You’ve been staring.”
“Maybe I’m checking you out. Why are you still armed?”
“You’re not checking me out. You know why I’m still armed.”
“Because you’re a faggot and I’m your suicidal straight coworker who asked you to fuck me, and you don’t think I want you to fuck me, you think I want you to fucking shoot me. Which you’d have to because you can’t take me in a fight.”
“Yes, very good. I like when we’re on the same page.”Bookmarked by SleeplessAndObsessed
06 May 2026
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Mydei knows, the way he knows the number of his fingers, the way he knows he cannot die; that of all feelings, wanting is the most fruitless.
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12 Apr 2026
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lesson one: always bite the hand that feeds you by dirtmemer for Ha_Xici
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
31 Oct 2025
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At some point all Phainon was able to think about was Mydei's mouth, wet with blood, imagining the drag of it down Phainon's jugular, the heat of it against Phainon's lips—a sure sign of abundant blunt force trauma to the brain. Mydei spat in his eye, Phainon elbowed Mydei's windpipe, and so on and so forth. Then Phainon opened his mouth and said: "I bet you won't win against me this round," which Mydei replied: "With what?" and Phainon joked: "My dignity." Mydei's laugh was rough, feral. He said: "Deal."
In which Phainon learns how to bite.
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31 Mar 2026