𝝡𝝪𝖣𝗘𐌉𝝡𝝤𝗦.

softness of her lap.

“ Me too. ” Golden eyes looked her way after some seconds closed, just enough to catch that flinch.

“ ... Although I would have enjoyed our reunion much more, were in other circumstances. I'm dead, Castorice. What makes you still hesitate like that?”

If only Mydei could let go of that unsatisfied sensation in his chest— If only he could have gone a little more, just further enough to see that New Era be born, by her side...

“ ...I know.” The king admitted, defeated, finally accepting the comfortable, deserved rest that was offered by the »

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For once in his life, Mydei had no choice but to surrender, for Castorice was correct. They had done their part, now it was turn for Phainon and those travelers to take the core flame and complete the prophecy.

If everything had gone as planned…why did it sting so much? It was his pride's fault.

“ I failed. You shouldn't be giving me special guest treatment.“

faded, and just when he thought it was done, said cold was replaced by...warmth, and the slight, sweet smell of flowers.

“ . . .” he should have known. It was not their first meeting down there, after all, but waking up in @riverofsouls.bsky.social's lap was...embarrassing, given the circumstances.

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It all happened too suddenly for his liking. One second he was fighting that madman with all his will, and the next—

he was on the floor. Bleeding, no less, his exposed weakness telling the world Mydeimos, son of Gorgo, had died.

He felt every second of the cold until his senses were completely

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Blink, blink.

...Y tanto. Le ha costado un poco comprender si es que sus ojos cerrados y que esté mirando en otra dirección es alguna clase de broma que no está entendiendo. ( Clueless. )

“ A-hem.” Carraspea. A ver si se corrige.??