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His muscles are made of steel, but steel requires proper tending. Water relaxes them, chasing away the proof of Phainon’s progress. Phainon’s hands relax them with their steady, knowing pathway, lips making them soft like moss.
Phainon’s body, too, is made of steel, his soul soft like pillows waiting for Mydei to collapse onto them.
The first time, Mydei told him that intimacy is nothing but learning the ways another body works—a good warrior learns and uses the knowledge, Deliverer.
I don't mind you knowing, he replied.
Phainon is for Mydei, even if Mydei doesn't know that he needs Phainon to be there for him.