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    Mydeimos’s smile is sharp as he shrugs. “What’s your name again?”

    “Phainon of—” Phainon cuts himself off, looking away. It doesn’t matter where he’s from. Not anymore. “Phainon.”

    “Phainon of Nowhere,” Mydeimos says, and those words disembowel Phainon, cutting into his belly and slicing clean across it. “Come to bed with me. We have a show to put on.”

    In the midst of an ongoing war between Okhema and Castrum Kremnos, Mydei's mother gifts him Phainon, an Okheman bed slave he neither wants nor needs. But there is more at stake for both Mydei and Phainon: between Gorgo's ploys, Eurypon's plans, and the advancing black tide, they are pulled between a growing desire for each other and the very fate of their world.

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    25 Oct 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 72

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    Mydei isn’t a cruel opponent, though his sharp tongue and standoffish attitude easily smear the truth to the untrained eye. No, the regretful fact of the matter is that Mydeimos is cruel to no one — apart from himself.

    Or, unstoppable force (phainon's saviour complex) meets immovable object (mydei's suicidal tendencies).

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    19 Jan 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 17

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    a few anecdotes of Boothill and Argenti as I slowly learn how to write their dynamic.

    What a beautiful thing it is to be loved.

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    28 Oct 2024

  4. Public Bookmark 21

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    What ties him to this mortal world? What does it matter? He is not mortal. He does not delve into the hidden pleasures of hand-holding, or casual chatter with passersby, or settling down on fields of golden corn. This thing he holds, his burning star, that is him. That is him. That is his world.

    Isn’t it?

     

    “Would you be worse off?”

    The prairie... the familiar shouts... and the smell of malt juice...
    Most people lead lives of quiet desperation.
    Boothill knows this better than most.

    or: Will you embrace a new life?
    Give up. Give up. Give up.

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    28 Oct 2024