#phaistelle

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Cannon, did happen, real, no delusions, straight facts

THATS A LOVE FILLED GAZE😢🙏

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🪦Phainon x Stelle🪦 Dead-End Trail

Aglaea was playing no jokes with Stelle. Even the witty remakes that Stelle made that could be considered to be no blatant lie, the thread jerked violently giving way to her purposeful omissions.

She couldn’t see, per say, but Stelle was convinced that Aglaea was staring her down like a cat in position for the hunt. Her forehead grew damp with sweat as she felt the golden threads around her wrists tighten. The presence of Death was looming behind her and Dan Heng a mere step away.

"One final question," Aglaea said, "Within your body lies a cosmic power unlike anything that Amphoreus has seen in its entire history. Do you intend to use this power to aid the Chrysos Heirs in defying fate and saving our people from the prophecy?"

Feeling the presence of Death himself, Dan Heng was too, struck hard by nerves. Unlike Stelle, rebirth was an option for him, but it still remained yet to be seen if Castorice had enough strength to kill him for 20 lifetimes. He glared at Stelle as if to silently say, "don’t mess this up," but Stelle’s track record for not messing things up wasn’t exactly the greatest. At that very moment, he had regretted not being sterner to her questionable choices a lot sooner, possibly avoiding them finding themselves in such a situation. It was unlikely that Stelle would be able slyly weasel her way out of this one, as one can toy with the words of a sensitive angel, but the reaper shows no mercy to traitors.

Phainon was attempting to outrun death. It wasn’t his life that was at stake, but rather, it was Stelle’s. With the force behind each step he took, he could cross a mountain with barely any more effort than a single stride. Castorice and Aglaea didn’t see what he did in her. This so-called “troublesome” descendant from the world beyond could just be what they needed to save their land, their history, their people, everything.

Savior of Amphoreus aside, Stelle was truly a most beautiful lady. Though Phainon had saved the lives of her and her companion upon their first steps on Amphoreus, he had only wished that they could’ve met under better far circumstances. Circumstances being, that the fate of the planet wasn’t at stake. Or that, at the very least, the world from beyond the sky wasn’t deemed as such a taboo to mention. He yearned simply for some way to have Stelle stand by his side without the gaze of sin being casted upon them.

It was his fault, in a way. For getting attached for when he knew damn well that the potential of such an outcome lingered.

He always lost anything that was important to him in the end, so why would things turn out differently this time?

Phainon paid no mind to his lungs screaming for air as he pushed himself to run as fast as he possibly could. It shouldn’t take him too much longer if he just kept up this pace.

Stelle, he thought, my love, please hang on just a little longer.

He didn’t want her to slip away. Even if it costed him the last of his willpower to make it, his determination burned brightly to save her one way or another.

What was Stelle to say? Their trailblaze mission was the priority, so of course she was going to use it in her favor, but she had no reason to antagonize Amphoreus, especially since saving the planet fit the mission description of a trailblazer...

"It’s a very dangerous power. I’m not sure if you’d want me to use it so recklessly…” she said.

It wasn’t a lie in the slightest. But the tread still vibrated violently regardless.

"The truth it is, technically. But you still failed to answer myquestion at hand. Castorice, a step, if you please."

Dan Heng looked at Stelle with wide eyes as the presence of death grew ever closer. How he so badly wanted to cuss her out in that moment. Castorice, no, Death herself was breathing down the necks of a Stellaron and a Vidyadhara.

“Four steps…” Aglaea said as she tapped her finger against her chin, “The two of you have failed my test.”

“I didn’t even say anything,” Dan Heng pointed out.

“Yet you are an accomplice of this woman without denial. That alone is enough of a reason for me to deem you a threat to Amphoreus as well. Castorice, if you please.”

Almost there. Just hold out a little bit longer.

Before Dan Heng could say another word, or she could make an objection, Stelle felt the air around her grow deathly cold. Castorice was mere centimeters away from gripping her with the hands of death.

“Close your eyes…” Castorice said softly. “This won’t hurt one bit. It will all be over before you realize...”

Stelle and Dan Heng wanted to resist, but with every movement, Aglaea’s threads only tightened on their wrists. She felt Castorice’s touch on her skin, and before her reflexes could shoo her away, immediately, any energy within her body began to dissipate.

She put her all into standing strong, but her legs were getting weaker by the second.

The golden threads around her weakened, but she could not seize an opportunity to strike as her body was being deprived of strength at an even faster rate. Even with being freed from Aglaea’s grasp, she retained no strength to whip around and drive off Castorice.

Stelle couldn’t even utter a word of apology to Dan Heng, who still stood bound in place witnessing the entirety of her downfalls. All words had been sapped from her throat, just as her life was being taken away from her.

Castorice freed her grip, but Stelle was beyond the point of salvation. Her knees at last gave out and she collapsed onto her back.

No longer could she fight to keep her eyes open. Her last sight would have been the stars that shone above her soon to be grave, if it weren’t for Phainon leaping over her body. He caught a split second’s glimpse of Stelle’s golden eyes, which no longer shone with the same radiance as they had prior, before she closed them one final time. He landed on the ground and jammed his blade into the stone to stop himself from sliding too far from her before he starting swinging it with the last of his energy an attempt to sever the golden threads. Casotrice took a step back in order to not be caught in the crossfire, and Dan Heng could only stand helpless, still bound. Phainon eventually gave up and threw aside his blade and ran towards Stelle, crouching down and sliding her arms under her body.

Her body still felt warm. That was hopefully a good sign.

“…Stelle?” he said.

No response.

His apprehension was brief, but he laid the palm of his hand on her chest to check for a heartbeat, breathing, any possible signs of life. He wanted to hold strongly onto hope, but the woman in his arms was clearly dead. Any faith that Dan Heng still held in him quickly faded with Phainon’s sinking expression.

He couldn’t manage any words, nor could he be bothered to pay any mind to the three still looking down upon him. Phainon clenched his jaw to try and not spit out anything that he would regret, but he was teetering on the boundary of giving a second thought to the repercussions of his actions. The valiant hero-to-be’s act crumbled as Stelle’s body only grew colder in his arms. Dan Heng was somewhere in between unfathomable anger and completely breaking down into tears, though his display of emotions were rather limited by the threads that still bound him.

“Aglaea,” Phainon finally managed to say.

She tilted her head in the direction of his voice.

“…Why? She was supposed to be our savior. The one who could’ve saved Amphoreus from the prophecy.”

“A trespasser from beyond the stars? Do you truly believe such to be trusted?” she said.

Phainon gripped Stelle’s body harder, as if that would do him any good in suppressing the tears that began to run down his face.

“You don’t know a good woman when you see one,” he snarled.

“But I do know a threat to Amphoreus, however. This woman and her friend of most peculiar blood spell only further disaster for our future.”

Dan Heng had long since been pushed over the line by Casotrice ever so casually killing Stelle in such a heartless fashion, but her stinging remarks only infuriated him further. He so badly wished that he could pull her towards him and tie her own strings around her neck, but any attempts at such force were met with Agalea tightening the hold on his wrists. Any more, and the blood flow to his hands would be cut off.

“Why are you so determined to fight for her, anyways? What sort of value could this woman of questionable origin possibly hold to you?”

Phainon didn’t want to answer that. Aglaea didn’t deserve an explanation at this point anyways. Not after Phainon had lost yet another thing so dear to him, all because of her.

“Nothing. She means nothing to me,” Phainon said, attempting to shove his feelings aside with a blatant lie.

“It doesn’t take the tremor of my golden threads to know that you speak of falsehoods,” Aglaea said. “If this little man weren’t putting up such a fuss, then I would waste no time binding you so that I may pry out just how you really feel about her. Speaking of which, Casotrice, do you mind doing the honors once more?”

Castorice nodded her head, and carefully kept her distance from Phainon who would probably strike at her given the chance. Dan Heng did his best to avoid her in return, but his eyes soon filled with absolute terror upon feeling the touch of death.

Phainon didn’t have it in him to attempt to save Dan Heng. What good would even trying do for him? He couldn’t even save Stelle; someone he had sworn to protect from the moment he laid eyes upon her. Someone he wanted to fight with side by side for as long as his life would permit him to.

…A friend to accompany him on his lonely journey as a Chrysos Heir? No, he wanted her to be far more than that.

But now, Stelle was nothing.

With her body still in his hands, Phainon stood up and turned his back to Aglaea. Dan Heng, who was still standing fueled by only pure rage, was taken aback by his lack of action against either of them. Given Aglaea’s position and the power she held over Amphoreus, it would be rather unwise to strike at a time like now. But Dan Heng was still expecting just a little bit… more out of a so-called hero like Phainon. To think that Dan Heng’s final end would ultimately be a quiet one.

“You’ve lost what it means to be a hero, Aglaea,” Phainon said, paying no mind to the collapsing Dan Heng.

“Have I, now? The woman who only desires to protect her people is all of a sudden the villain in this tale?”

“Perhaps it was my honest mistake to have misjudged you.”

With Dan Heng out of the equation, Castorice took a few steps towards Phainon, but Aglaea stopped her.

“Let him go,” Aglaea said. “It would prove counterproductive to kill him now.”

Phainon no longer paid any mind to their threats. He had lost everything once, and again, and once more. There was only so many times that a man’s spirit could handle being shattered.

He held Stelle’s body closer in his arms. Never in his life had he broken a vow to protect someone so fast. Even now, he felt guilt for carrying her body to her final resting place. As much as he wanted her to live on with him somehow, his broken heart knew that such wouldn’t be right. With the last remaining remnant of his sanity, he figured it to be best to return Stelle to where she crash landed with her friend.

When he didn’t think he could lose any more, somehow he had felt that he had fallen deeper into despair.

May Phainon have a chance at finding peace in another life.

[majunju]

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Thought I was finally free....

Inspo

[lemonbl0od]

Phainon is flirting with her, on my cats life I'm not lying

Stellinon for the win