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Spoil me more, spoil me rotten by Lilliae
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
09 Feb 2026
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He hadn’t known Fig Stew was ticklish but the noisy frenzy was reminiscent of the tortuous laughter and cries for mercy of the children who insisted they wrestle to test their strength against The Deliverer. He redoubled his efforts and searched for weaknesses with the singleminded focus of a warrior triumphing over the most difficult of foes.
Only to be smacked across the face by the same rough scales that swiftly slithered around his neck while warm, slender fingers grabbed his chin. Together, they forced his head back.
“Stop,” a low, human voice growled, intimidation hampered by a pained breathlessness.
On his quest to locate Mydei for the first of their daily baths, all Phainon manages to find is Fig Stew napping away in Mydei’s rooftop garden.
Except that chimera isn’t Fig Stew at all.
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He dredged through months slumbering and waking with a lover and a small checklist of tasks to greet him in the morning. Further back to months of restless nights and short naps through the day but nothing much to do. Then to a time of sleeping the days away in the closest thing he could get to fading entirely from existence.
In all that time, he couldn’t recall a single dream. It wasn’t merely the hazy content of a mind teetering between the sleeping and waking world that was beyond his grasp. There were no interrupted nights nor early morning. No racing heart nor stray thought of how strange that dream had been before the strangeness itself vanished back into the depths of his mind.
Nothing. His nights were empty.
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Phainon must have been able to dream. Once. It was just another thing he had lost along the way, up an insurmountable journey, in wait for someone else to take his responsibilities to that final end beyond his reach.
For Amphoreans, sleep comes with the risk of reliving nightmares taken from the small eternity of their memories. The one exception is Phainon, who can no longer dream at all.
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- Part 2 of After the pale dawn breaks
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“Marriage is a sacred act. This city may now be Romance’s domain, but Strife is Romance’s only equal within the household. Marriage is the conjoining of two separate bloodlines, producing both alliances and offspring that can elevate a family’s glory or plunge it into obscurity. The capturing of the… bride is the final opportunity for both parties to enter with their strongest foot forwards. The victor’s success is proof of their prowess, and Nikador’s blessing of the union.”
“And the defeated is unaware?”
“They know what’s to come, just not when. The victor comes and goes at their own discretion.”
First the aged scroll from Dawncloud’s library and then the conversation with Krateros—both had made one thing abundantly clear: Phainon had to kidnap Mydei.
Within Dawncloud’s library, there are records of an obscure traditional Kremnoan nuptial ritual: following the betrothal duel, the victor is responsible for capturing the defeated from their house and bringing them into their new household.
When Phainon learns of this ritual, he endeavours to fulfil his role as Mydei’s betrothed. Of course, it’s a little bit more complex than that.
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It was a cultural miscommunication. The product of a cultural difference. Phainon was certain of it. After all, Phainon had hardly been aware of the implications when he first arrived in Okhema. It wasn’t until he attended a class on Okheman theatre at the Grove and they were halfway through analysing a play script from Era Bellica that he was exposed to the symbolism for the first time.
The girl next to him had taken pity and timidly whispered the answer to his question.
Throwing apples was a ploy at seduction.
By the way Mydei happily crunched at the apple perfectly matched to the one he had thrown with every intention for Phainon to catch, and the lack of scandalised attention from the surrounding Kremnoans, tossing apples clearly did not carry the same meaning in Kremnos as it did in Okhema.
A cultural difference over apples leads to some self-inflicted torture on Phainon’s behalf. After all, if Mydei is ignorant to the symbolism then there’s no harm to Phainon indulging in a little fantasy.
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Mydei’s harsh exhale through gritted teeth bloomed white in the air and dissipated just as quick as it came. “Did you find it?”
Phainon hummed. “Not yet.”
“And yet you choose to play childish games.”
“You were the one staring off into the snow. I was merely freeing you from your distraction.”
“You threw a snowball at me.”
“And look at you! No longer distracted.”
“Haikas,” Mydei bit out as the cold water trickled down his neck and beneath his himation.
Before he realised what exactly he was doing, he dropped into a crouch, swiped a hand through the snow and flung it through the air.
Mydei and Phainon are tasked with venturing into the perpetual winter of Amphoreus’ northernmost lands. Surrounded by snow and solitude, it doesn’t take long for them to be distracted by a new contest: a snowball fight.
It’s a childish competition but, when both of their winter memories are tainted by loss, it presents an opportunity to create new memories they can be fond of.