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Aglaeas golden threads serves its purpose, protecting Okhema and its people, the protection of Okhema is also under the other Chryseos Heirs; henceforth the safety of the Chrysos Heirs is also Aglaea and her threads responsibility and by this time, Phainon should be here to help her with the city documents…
“Lady Aglaea, you called?”
“Mydeimos, I hope I did not interrupt your schedule, it’s quite an important matter regarding Phainon.”
The deliverer? What trouble did he get himself into? Another fashion disaster perhaps? Mydei looked at Aglaea for further input on the matter.
“It’s unusual for him not to be present at this hour, I want you to go check up on him.”
“That.. is that all?”
“For now, yes. If his reasons for tardiness are valid then please message me on the teleslate.”
And that is how Mydei manage to wind up himself cooking vegetable soup for a very sick deliverer; phone in hand messaging both Aglaea and Hyacine, unfortunately Lady Hyacine is currently as the Twilight Courtyard; thankfully she gave Mydei further instructions on what to do with a sick patient.
“Mydeiiiiii~~” A voice, raspy and heavy followed by a wet thick inhale.
“Deliverer what did I tell you about inhaling your snot— HKS!! unwrap yourself from me!”
Not listening, Phainon proceeded to tighten his hug around Mydeis waist, his head on the others neck, a sorry excuse of an attempt to hide his eyes from the bright surroundings.
A muffled “Mydeiiiiiiiiii….” Can be heard from him
“Tsk. Your temperature is getting high. You better thank me for my service deliverer, having your snot on me is not part of my schedule.” Mydei huffed but despite that he lowered the stoves fire, turning to face Phainon who was all red faced and puffy eyed.
Somehow Mydeis movement nor Phainons state didnt deter the deliverer from continuing to cling to the Kremnoan, instead of the neck, he now plunges his face on Mydeis chest.
A muffle ‘hehehehehehe’ can be heard but Mydei doesnt know whether he should hit the sick Phainon or…… or anything else that involves physical harm to an ill individual.
Mydei can only sigh.
Well… at least he has content to animate for his amphotok.
Propping up someone to sit on a chair to eat a meal shouldn’t be that hard- IF the person Mydei is handling isn’t Phainon.
“Cmon Mydeimos! I promise ill eat if you sit on my lap!! Its so cold you know”
“And how is me sitting on your lap supposed to warm you up— actually don’t answer that hks”
“Well for starters your huge ass—“
“I said DONT answer you damn HKS!”
Mydei steels himself, Lady Hyacine will only be back next week, if he does a good job taking care of the deliverer, his sickness will subside soon. Everything that comes out from his mouth is due to the fever.
Yeah.
Mydeis rational thinking got cut off by Phainon pulling his waist.
“HKS!”
“See I told you my lap isn't that bad.”
Mydei was too stunned, a sick deliverer is still strong; good to know. The usual insults are out of the question because Phainon does what he wants anyways, especially in this situation, and hitting him is definitely not part of the options….
“Deliverer. I'm starting to think you’re using this sickness as an excuse to do what you want”
Phainons chin on Mydeis chest as he looks up at him with his bright smile “What ever do you mean by that Mydeimos?”
Mydei feels a headache coming… yet he could only sigh deep.
Phainon on the other hand was in a blissful state as he buried his face on the Kremnoans chest, making sure to take most out of his situation.
“At least eat your meal.”
“Hmmm… spoon feed me~?”
“Hks.”
It was about parting hour as Mydei brought a cold wet rag on to Phainons forehead; despite earlier commotion, the deliverer spent most of it in slumber, waking up time to time for water or to piss Mydei off.
As Mydei slowly dabs the cool wet cloth on Phainons skin, the sick mans eyes slowly began to open, a small smirk began to form as Mydei can only brace himself.
“Wow should i start calling you Mommydeimos? You know it has a nice ring to it—“ Phainon got cut off by a cool rag thats suddenly placed on his face.
“Deliverer, do you usually act like this to people who nurses your health”
“Nope~ but since its Mydei nursing me right now then I act like this”
If Mydei uses his imagination hard enough, he could see an invisible dog tail wag from Phainon as he grabs the cloth from his face to flash ‘that’ bright smile of his.
Out of the two of them, who really has a fever? Mydei feels his face heat up, he can’t get sick but the feeling right now should be considered to be feverish enough…
“Ah- Mydei, your face is almost the same as your pomegranate milk! Are you sick? Here come to bed with me so we can cuddle up—“
Akin to a dog excited despite being in a feverish state. An added bonus is that the deliverer still wore the brightly colored shirt and pants that Mydei thought Aglaea burnt…
“Deliverer enough.”
A wet sniff can be heard
Hks… those puppy dog eyes….
Is this grown man savior of Okhema serious…?
“I will cuddle with you after you eat dinner.”
That seemed to bring Phainons spirit back up as he sat up immediately. “Race you there!”
The deliverer was off- despite his run being slightly wobbly he was off.
Mydei closed his eyes and sighed deeper.
In the dining area, the same left over soup reheated, Phainon happily drinks from the spoon on Mydeis hand. What would Krateros think if he saw his crown prince of Castrum Kremnos spoon feeding Phainon.
Though Mydei can easily dismiss the sick mans constant requests, well, he couldn’t really bring himself to do so.
“Hah, you know Mydei, you look like home.. my home…”
“Elaborate?”
“I- I mean- you know! In a way that you have the same colors hahaha-“ Phainon had his left hand at the back of his head, scratching as he tries to laugh out the words he say.
“And now you’re flustered? Deliverer. You made me sit on your lap and requested to cuddle in bed. Im even spoon feeding you right now..”
“Ah but thats different—“
“Say what you need to say deliverer..”
“Whatever I say is cause I’m running a fever okay!” Phainon then looked at the Kremnoan, eyes closed and with a soft tone, he begins.
“Hair bright, a hue of wheat in throes of the warm sun //
Breeze swiftly waltzes carrying its strands high //
As high as the people rejoice, basking in awe//
As high as my vehemence when its blaze struck my being//
Oh warmth and blaze as crops flourished//
Yet outlanders seemed to fathom its radiance//
Stories told in hushed parts//
If I speak loudly its existence, will my perspective be triumphant?//
I wield my sword to fight for warmth//
As I walk back to protect its path//
The things I do to safeguard its light//
Is labeled as the Sins of greed and lust.”
Phainon maintained his position, eyes closed in fear of Mydeis reaction, in fear if he opens his eyes to be greeted with indifference, or worse, disgust.
“Hks…. Deliverer, you sure do know how to make an impression”
“…”
“You’re seriously going to keep your eyes shut huh…”
“…”
“Alright.”
For the first time, Phainons dry lips are met with a warm moist, a taste of honey and pomegranate. Phainon does not have a sweet tooth, but he craves more of its taste as he pushes forward to bite and lick.
Both of them might as well have a fever for how warm they feel, but unlike a fevers temperature, the warmth present was pleasant.
Gasping for air, Mydei broke off from the kiss, causing Phainon to whine
Rolling his eyes playfully “Are you gonna kill me with a kiss deliverer?”
“Does this mean the great immortal Mydeimos can't even handle a passionate kiss from a sick loved one?” Phainon retorts back as he presses his face to Mydeis neck “And don't say I did this because I’m sick ok! You’re not allowed to take back that kiss! We had a moment!”
“Should I phrase what you said before? ‘whatever comes out of your mouth is cause youre—“
Diving in for another kiss; Phainon managed to stop Mydei midsentence
“Hmph—“ Mydei tried to push back as he notices Phainons rising temperature “Hold on— Deliverer—“
Phainons persistence deserves an award as he continues on kissing, biting and licking; if Mydei pushes back, Phainon comes back with determination by tenfold; leaving kisses, bruises and bite marks as his head settles on Mydeis neck before passing out.
At least he passed out doing what he always wanted.
Mydei let out the deepest sigh.