Mydei's juicy peach framed just perfectly 🍑🎀 Let's try a little challenge (¬‿¬)∼

New teleslate. I’ll restore the rest of my account later.

It has been only a few minutes, but I’ve already become aware of how much peace I knew while I wasn’t connected to the world wound web. If not for the consequences, I would break my device on purpose this time.

Behind the Account: Rex, 22. He/Him. I’m not all that important, but I’m firmly stating here again that I’d rather minors not interact with this account. It won’t be strictly nsfw, but that kind of roleplay is not off the table for me.

Prince Mydeimos, the Undying. 29+ years old — (Subject to change as more lore is revealed) 6’3” — Broad and muscled Pansexual — (Primarily concerned with the strength of one’s mind and body) Cίs or Transmasculine — (Will be indicated in prompts; cίs unless stated otherwise)

— Footsteps behind him, familiar and unmuffled in the way of one who wishes for them to be heard. A disapproving presence settles at his side, but does not jostle him. “Too much light is bad for one’s eyes, boy savior. Even Kephale’s. It’s late.”

“Considering the circumstances, it would be best to keep you in fighting condition. If you collapsed from exhaustion mid-battle, we would be down a Chrysler Heir.” In other words, yes. He’s worried, and showing it in his own abrasive, roundabout way.

“Whether or not it would stop me, it would be best if it didn’t happen. We do need our Deliverer.” The huff that Phainon receives in turn is clearly meant as a buffer to the true sentiment of his words.

A grumble, a small jab in the side. If Phainon were to look at him, though, there’s a quirk to his lips. “Don’t let it go to your head. Arrogance kills. I’m only telling you to stay alive.”

“..I couldn’t sleep.” A vague and obvious answer. His arms are crossed defensively, as he’s wont to do when questioned. Something must have been on his mind, for sleep to elude him so wholly. Getting what it was out of him would be like pulling a Dromas’ teeth.

A narrowing of eyes, but he doesn’t push Phainon’s gesture aside. His body is solid and warm beneath the swordsman’s hand. “I have it handled. I intended to have a small meal and return to bed before I saw you here, making no move to do something similar.”

《 #HSRrp | Open Prompt | SFW or NSFW 》 After a long day of honing his strength, Mydei sinks into the shimmering golden bath and lets its heat wash the phantoms of aches from his body. A near silent, contented sigh escapes him as he leans his head back and relaxes.