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3032, Month of Freedom, Descent Hour
Okhema
The night has set in, the sign slaps CLOSED on the entrance door and yet there’s still dim lights streaming behind the beige screen behind large paned windows. No one will see the debauchery that happens behind closed doors.
“Ngh- ah, let go…” Mydei squirms from his position, pinned on his stomach on the bakery’s counter. His legs are forced apart- trembling as he’s pushed up further and his twitching toes leaving the ground involuntarily.
His pants shoved down along with his panties- drenched from his own slick, more strings hang down obscenely from between his thighs as it drips from his core. His hands are twitching on the smooth surface, head pulled back and his uniform ripped open- exposing his milky breasts, bounding against his chest as his bare ass is being grinded roughly against a girthy cock.. Hot tears prickle in his eyes with shame, being held unyieldingly with no way to escape.
Mydei twists his hips to the side- pushing back hard against Phainon just to have his tit squeezed by long fingers. The blonde jerks in surprise, his head slumps forward with his eyes wide and mouth open. The man chuckles behind him, rolling his hardening nipple- kneading his breast effortlessly. Trying to regain momentum, Mydei tries to squirm away from the searing sensation of pleasure.
Fondled and teased like a forbidden lover in his own workplace, Mydei flounders against losing himself in the heat- with clear clarity on who is causing a mix of turmoil and furious arousal. The hands pinning him down used to be so small within his palm- once adoring blue eyes now hazy with wanton. The small boy that he once held in his arms, is now pressed against him salasciously- Mydei can feel the shame coiling around his heart as he feels more slick dripping down onto his stretched, soaked panties.
Phainon Khaslana, son of his parents' neighbour and fourteen years younger.
“HKS! G-get off me, Hah–?!”
Rough palm smacks down on his left lower cheek and immediately slides lower to his cunt- curling two fingers into the wet heat in warning, earning a loud yelp from the blonde as his knees hit the counter, knee-jerk response from the intrusion. His cunt clenches down immediately, the motion pushing Mydei to the verge of spilling.
“Stay still.” A soft murmur, yet authority laces underneath his tone. Phainon grins in satisfaction when Mydei stops moving, sniffling wetly- his thighs trembling from the hit.
Pulling out his digits, the man licks down the slick that trails along his fingers. What a sight Mydei makes, precum slathered on the swell of his ass and his front exposed to the empty bakery as he’s pinned under the heavy weight of the man behind him. The man is handsome, eyes widened in desire and lust- his mouth is parted slightly as he rubs his cock between Mydei’s ass, slowly and steadily- completely in control.
“Mydei- my pretty big brother…” The nickname for him has never sounded so filthy as it is now, humiliating heat coiling tightly in his stomach. Mydei can almost hear blood rushing south as a fistful of his hair is pulled back, keeping him in place. Another hand slides around his midriff, callused fingertips caressing his hips almost gently before gripping it tightly. This will definitely bruise, is all Mydei can think absently- his eyes squeezed closed as he feels the heat of the other man behind him, hot breaths against the shell of his ear.
He’s not supposed to feel pleasure from this obscenity, he cannot.
What happened to the shy kid that always clinged onto him like an octopus? Mydei used to come over to babysit him while his parents were busy. Whipping up snacks for Phainon when Mydei comes back from his classes, playing video games with the kid until late into the night on the weekends.
He’d been so small then, barely reaching Mydei’s chest when he was in his teens.
Year 3014, Month of Weaving, Parting Hour
Aedes Elysiae
“I’m home.” Putting his shoes neatly into the rack, Mydei steps into his home with his bag slung over his shoulder. Unruly, fluffy golden locks sway down to his shoulders, strawberry red tints from the end. His uniform is untucked and a loose tie loops around his neck, beneath the shirt, red lines curve under his collarbones down to his chest where it disappears under his uniform.
His ears perk up, hearing soft chatters drifting down to the hallway. He follows the sound, and soon he can smell the freshly baked pastries- Mydei’s lips quirk up to a small smile. When there’s a good day, no doubt there will be Gorgo’s honeycakes.
“In the kitchen, dear!” Gorgo calls from inside the kitchen.
“If only for her other dishes…” Mydei shakes his head, thinking back to the last fire incident when his mother tried to cook dinner. Eurypon had been their saving grace, nearly thwacking Mydei with the fire extinguisher. All this over burnt hash browns, Mydei shivers at the memory. His mother is now banned from cooking anything, other than her honeycakes- which somehow always lands perfectly, with the sweet touch of maple syrup and pomegranate jam.
“What do we always say when we see your mother in the kitchen, Mydeimos?” Many years ago, Eurypon’s stern face looked down at his son. Clapping his hands once, Mydei opened his mouth.
“For the sake of our safety, please step away from the stove.” He would say solemnly, Gorgo’s face had twisted in fury and Eurypon would sleep on the couch for the next week every time this happened. It’s funny, because he would come down every morning to see Gorgo sharing the blankets under the big couch with him when it happens- but Nikador forbid he takes one step into their room for the night.
“Welcome home, Mydei.”
Reaching the kitchen and seeing his mother, dressed in a simple blouse and black slacks- she must have come back from work early today. Gorgo’s smile widens when she sees her son, she steps away from the pan where the batter is being cooked slowly and turns to wrap her arms around Mydei’s shoulder. She turns his head to kiss both his cheeks before letting go, waving him to take a seat.
“You’re just in time, this batch is nearly done. There’s your favourite pomegranate milk in the fridge for you while waiting.”
For having parents who dominate the tech industry with their empire, they do come with their endearing quirks. For all the work they had to go through to build their company from ground up, Gorgo and Eurypon never fail to shower their son with all the love they give. It came in handy when he came back from school with his tattoos, while Gorgo admired the accuracy of the masterpiece that runs over his body- Eurypon, on the other hand, almost bursting a vein- had nearly fainted from the sight.
“Why- my dear boy?” Eurypon has always been stoic, bordelining cold in the public- perfectly suited to being the Chairman of Castrum Kremnos Tech. Mydei has only seen that persona on TV during interviews, never at home. Eurypon actually fell to his knees and wailed as soon as he saw Mydei’s tattoos. Gorgo had rolled her eyes at the sight, exasperated fondness drawn on her face.
“I’m just carrying on our bloodline- they would have been proud.”
“I’m sure the last Emperor would not have minded you getting tattoos after high school.” Was the dry retort, “Couldn’t you have waited until your graduation?”
The red tattoos symbolises past kings in line of Castrum Kremnos, not the tech company- but the kingdom nearly a millenia ago. Their blood came directly from the monarchy of warriors where they were praised for their courage and fighting spirit. There is not much history about them, mostly destroyed as they slowly integrate into the modern society- but Mydei’s family has hoarded nearly what they could on the manuscripts and books into their own library in the house.
“King Mydeimos had his tattoos done when he was thirteen- on that account, I’m considered a late bloomer already.” Eurypon, infamous for the battles of persuasion when he built his company from when it was just scraps- barely worth anything to get by, to an empire where it would be an honor to be considered for a job- had nothing to counter.
“But graduation is just in three months?” Eurypon tried again, a little meek.
“My point still stands.”
From the dim hallway into the warm lights of the kitchen, Mydei turns- just to realise that they’re not alone. It explains the soft chatters he heard earlier. But he doesn’t recognise them, there’s a young couple and a child sitting by the counter where they were conversing with Gorgo. A largely built man with olive green curled hair, dressed in a simple shirt with simple grey flannel jacket and the woman beside him-, snow white waves curled around her sweet features- donning a pastel yellow dress with a brown belt around her midriff.
“Hello Mydeimos, I’m Hieronymus,” He has the child perched on his lap, using his chubby arm to gesture to the woman, “My wife- Audata and this is my son, Phainon.” Using the same arm, he waves at Mydei.
“We just moved into the house next door, Hieronymus bought some land nearby and the outskirts of the town is perfect to build a farm on.” Audata quips, extending a finger to her son. Phainon grabs it with a happy cry, bouncing a little bit on his father’s lap.
“It’s nice to meet you, just Mydei is okay.” He greets back politely- shifting to take a closer look at the child.
Phainon is absolutely adorable, wearing a long sleeved shirt that has a giant, yellow duck over the front and… bright purple pants? His build is small, having chubby arms and legs. But what drew Mydei to Phainon was him having the most stunning eyes Mydei has ever seen. Crystalline blue with golden specks around the pupil, the child stares at Mydei- unblinking for a moment, before turning his head to burrow into his father’s shirt with a muffled gurgle. Something in Mydei breaks, he wants to squish Phainon’s round cheeks- he can imagine how soft it would be.
“He’s turning three this year, isn’t he adorable?” Audata coos, trying to get Phainon out of his father’s shirt. Mydei can see the red blush on the tips of Phainon’s ears. He wants to melt into a pile of goo, this kid is too much for his heart!
“I apologise, I’ve been told that I don’t make the friendliest… impression.” It was the best response he can utter while losing his mind about how cute Phainon is.
Mydei inherited his mother’s golden waves, but while her face is softer around the edges, his features have always been sharper. Piercing golden eyes with long narrowed lashes, his nose bridge is sharp and his jawline cuts across like a knife. While to some it would be fitting for a model shoot, it doesn’t change that it’s not the most… approachable. At first glance, he is as intimidating to many that come across his path. It doesn’t help that he shoots up above the average height as he matures, towering almost everyone he passes.
“Don’t fret it, Mydei. Phainon is just really shy around people he’s just met.” Hieronymus looks so fond as he stares down at his son, trying to be one with his shirt. “Come on little dove, turn around and say hi!”
Phainon shakes his head adorably and doesn’t budge, his tiny hands fisted securely to his father’s flannels. Mydei wants to bang his head to the nearest surface, this cute aggression is getting out of control.
He really can’t hide his thoughts, hearing Gorgo stifling a snort while her back is turned- back to flipping the honeycakes. She knows that he’s weak to children and anything cute, doesn’t stop her from teasing him from time to time. He wanted to retort back to her, remembering all the times she wanted to dress him up in dresses when he was a child and he too, had been a victim to endless cheek pinching.
“He’ll come around, he really loves the honeycakes.” Audata grins, smoothing down Phainon’s fluffy white hair. Mydei goes to the fridge and takes out the pomegranate milk and a couple of glasses before coming back to their counter to join his mother and the couple.
Unlike most kids his age, who usually go straight to their room and be out of the adults’ conversations- Mydei actively enjoys spending time with his parents. They might be odd at times, like when Eurypon hefted a whole ice cream machine, by himself, into the house at three in the morning- laughing to himself like a maniac as he tinkers with the new appliance. He got it to work eventually, but the noise had made such a ruckus that by the time he was done- Gorgo and Mydei had been woken up and had been glaring at the father from the stairs.
As a token of apology, they all ate ice cream that night while the moon still hangs out in the sky. Mydei can only smile fondly at the memory. Granted that his parents have their own quirks, Mydei finds that he doesn’t mind it at all.
Pouring the pomegranate milk into two glasses, he slides one over to Phainon. The smell of honeycakes lingers in the air as Gorgo puts out the plates and stack the pastry on it and with a smooth motion, the maple syrup and pomegranate jam pours delicately onto the fluffy surface. Giving her station a quick wipe and washing her hands, Gorgo finishes her task and sits beside her son- ruffling his hair as she does.
“Mydei never shares his pomegranate milk with anyone. Even Eurypon begged at one point-,” Gorgo ignores the small ‘Hey!’ from Mydei, “It’s a rare moment that he decides to offer some to Phainon.” Gorgo winks when Phainon turns his head to finally look back at them. His cheeks are red from rubbing into his father’s shirt, and his pout evident. Mydei wants to grab those soft buns and pinch it, please Nikador above- let him have this one chance.
Turning the child over to face the counter, Audata brings the glass up to Phainon, carefully letting him hold it with two hands. Phainon sniffs in the glass, and scrunches his nose. He takes a sip, makes a face and pushes the glass back to his mother in defiance. But he doesn’t turn back into his father’s shirt, Mydei counts it as a win regardless.
Gulping down his own portion, he takes a piece of the honeycake to his own plate and cuts it into small cubed pieces meticulously. His movements smooth and well practiced in his routine, Phainon’s gaze is on his hands- practically glued to the process. Gorgo is now talking to the couple about the farm- but Mydei’s mind has shifted its focus to Phainon. Smiling, he takes a small piece with the fork, dips generously with the syrup and jam and offers it out to the child.
“One piece, Phainon?” Putting his head on his free hand, he watches Phainon hesitate between looking at him and the honeycakes like it’s the hardest decision he’d had to make.
Finally, he leans forward to bite it off Mydei’s fork- and the most beautiful smile graces on Phainon’s lips as he munches the pastry in delight. Internally, Mydei’s screaming to the abyss- thanking Nikador for being blessed with the sight. He continues to offer the child more honeycakes, foregoing his own piece to see Phainon happy.
Once he deems Phainon is properly full, Mydei leans back to the chair- content to just listen to the idle chatter around him. Phainon fidgets with his fingers, sparing shy glances at him throughout and Mydei smiling back in return. His hands are twitching on the table, restraining himself from smothering the cute child in front of him.
After a while, Phainon tugs on Hieronymus’s sleeve- trying to get his father’s attention. The conversation pauses, all the adults- and Mydei leans forward a little. It’s the first time he’s initiated since Mydei has arrived, even Audata is tilting her head in curiosity.
“What is it, dove?” Hieronymus prompts his son, Phainon’s gaze shifts back to Mydei shyly- before pulling his father down to whisper in his ear. After a beat of silence, Hieronymus bursts into laughter.
“What? What did he say?” Even Gorgo can’t stand the suspense. Audata is nearly vibrating in her seat, eyes sparkling to what Phainon has to say.
“Come on, Phainon. You can say it to Mydei.” Hieronymus wipes a tear from his eyes and gently gestures his son to Mydei.
Phainon smacks his little fist against his father’s stomach, mouth trembling in embarrassment. He shifts back to Mydei, and- did his cheeks get even redder?
“Ah…” Phainon tries to speak, cheeks going even redder- almost resembling a strawberry. Locking eyes with the confused man in front of him, the little child murmurs, “Big brother… pretty…”
With the soft declaration, Phainon swiftly turns back and burrows himself even deeper into his father’s shirt. The table has been stunned to silence, Mydei’s own cheeks are blooming red. His mind blanked out completely, no one has called him pretty before- especially now when he’s seventeen. By a child, no less. The kids that he met before usually run away at first glance, intimidated by his face and looming height.
“Nikador, is that why you won’t speak with Mydei before?” Audata is almost crying, trying to hold back her laughter. Gorgo has no such qualms, openly guffawing and slapping her son on the back.
“My son is indeed, very pretty.” Gorgo agrees, still coming down from her laughing. Mydei can’t even bring himself to refute his mother, too stunned to speak. Phainon refuses to look back for the rest of their tea time, even with the best of effort from the ladies at the table. Mydei touches his own cheeks and looks away, his heart is warm.
Later when they’re cleaning up the kitchen, Hieronymus shoving his way to the sink- insisting that he will do the dishes and proceeds to usher the ladies out to the living room with the promise of tea. Mydei offers to carry Phainon to his room to play while the adults can have their own time until dinner.
“If you don’t mind, please do- I’m sure Phainon loves you already.” Audata teases, patting Mydei- who is at least half a head taller, on the head. A tug on his uniform, and they turn down to see Phainon, having slid off his father’s lap earlier and now having his hands clutching on the ends of Mydei’s shirt. His big eyes stare up to his pretty big brother innocently, Mydei can only helplessly let himself be endeared towards the child’s will. Phainon opens his mouth, closes- little brows furrowed as he thinks about what he should say.
“Oh, I’ve never seen him so taken with someone before.” Audata puts a hand to her cheek, eyes crinkling as her smile grows wider. It’s true, Phainon has never truly taken the initiative to play with anyone- only responding in kind when the other asked. Audata had thought that Phainon was just being considerate, perhaps he wasn’t as interested in people before?
“Pretty big brother…” Lips jutting out cutely, Phainon tugs harder for Mydei’s attention. Blood rushes back to his cheeks again with how sweet the child is calling him. Phainon eventually raises his hands, demanding to be picked up. The blonde can only sigh and squats down with his arms open, unsure if this would be a problem in the future. Mydei has never found himself this susceptible to another, even if they’re children.
“You’re a flatterer.” Mydei boops his nose, Phainon grins widely- his cheeks bulging cutely in response. Wrapping his arms around Mydei’s neck, Phainon huffs out a yell in delight when Mydei scoops him up in his arms as they head up the stairs. The three adults stare after their retreating back from where they are,
“Looks like Phainon has a favourite now.” Hieronymus laughs, wiping the clean dishes dry before putting them on the rack. Audata hums in agreement, happy that her son has found a friend.
Gorgo is already lounging in the living room, her promised tea in hand. Eurypon might like this kid, she thinks. Then she remembers years ago when her son was still in elementary school, when one of Mydei’s friends came over and got too close- hands wrapping around Mydei’s shoulder and laughing. Eurypon had been furious, ranting to his wife about how that boy has impure intentions towards his darling son. Elementary kids!
Phainon is just a child, even younger now- it should be okay, right?
Pausing in her thoughts, knowing her husband’s dramatics, she can’t be too sure.
Upstairs, Mydei carries Phainon into his room- tossing him up high before the giggling child lands on his bed with a bounce. Using the chance to put his bag down by his desk, Mydei goes to where Phainon is rolling on his bed. Luckily that it’s Queen sized, or he’ll risk rolling off the bed straight to the floor.
“Again- again!” Phainon claps his hands excitedly, Mydei laughs lightly before he grabs the child by the ankles and pulls him over just to toss him back on the bed. Phainon flies with a loud shrill, arms wide and face planted into Mydei’s soft, dark pillows. Using this chance, Mydei puts his bag by his desk where worn books are opened, messy handwriting on the post it notes that sticks to the side of his PC. Calendar on the side, along with a small curved lamp that glows warm light.
“One more time?” Mydei offers, and Phainon’s little figure barrels into his chest before he barely finishes his sentence. The older boy huffs in surprise at the force of what is Phainon. He’s not heavy by any means, but he’s definitely not that light either. Mydei holds Phainon close, rubbing his face into his fluffy white hair. He can smell sandalwood shampoo, and the sweet scent of wheatfields. Phainon returns with a nuzzle into his neck, giggling- before pulling back. His eyes are wide and expectant.
“Up, pretty big brother- up!” Fuck, Phainon’s not going to let this nickname go anytime soon. Before he knows it, giddiness rushes through his veins as he hefts him up by the torso- the boy letting out a delighted shriek as Mydei blows a raspberry to his belly before launching him back to the air.
“Waaaaaaaah!”
They go for a few more rounds, before Mydei’s arms are screaming in exhaustion. On his last throw, he nearly flew Phainon off the bed. In a fit of panic, Mydei dove right after him and nearly sent both of them toppling onto the floor. Using his arm, he loops around Phainon’s middle and drags the gleeful child slowly back to the middle and flops onto his back himself, heaving out deep breaths.
Nikador, how does this kid have so much energy?
“Another!!” Phainon smacks his shoulders, pouting as he climbs to lay on Mydei’s chest like a starfish. Looking down into the big blue eyes and round cheeks flattened like a hamster on his front, Mydei finally gives in to his urges and proceeds to pinch the soft buns. Phainon struggles but to no avail, the gentle squeezing of his cheeks continue. Mydei can fully understand why his mother used to grab his cheeks and pinch until they’re stinging red. Unlike his mother, he makes sure that his pinches are soft.
Mydei finally lets up, letting Phainon grab his cheeks in return and squish them together with his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
Before Phainon can burst into another fit of energy, Mydei sits up and secures the child by his side- his other arm reaching out to his bedside shelf, taking out a worn book- tattered by the edges of the cover. It’s a book that his mother used to read to him at night to sleep- Mydei has full intention to do the same to the child so he himself can get some rest.
“Pretty big brother read night night book?” Phainon squints at the cover, and tilts his head cutely.
“Yes, Phainon. Big brother will read night night book.” He refuses to call himself pretty, he’s blushed one too many times today. Settling into Mydei’s pillows, Mydei adjusts Phainon to a comfortable position in his arms. One hand holding the book, the other lays on Phainon’s head- soothing down the soft hair. It really feels like petting a fluffy cloud, Mydei cannot get enough.
The sun is setting slowly outside, dimming out the lights in his room. As the evening mood sets in, Mydei opens his mouth and begins to read- his voice drops to a soft murmur, as if his words are only for Phainon and him alone. The child eventually stills, enraptured by his voice. His small arms wrap around Mydei’s middle as his curious eyes roam over the pictures on the page.
“Once upon a time,” Warmth seeped into his tone as he told the story. It had been his favourite story as a child, the brave knight who loved the world, and in return- he was loved by his dedicated reader. “There was a knight whose dream is to make everyone’s wishes come true…”
Hours later, by the time the adults are ready to head back home, the noise has long subsided. Cries of laughter fade into soft murmurs and then finally- silence. Curious, the three of them tiptoed up the stairs and peek into Mydei’s room. Blessed with the most adorable sight, Phainon curls by Mydei’s side in the middle of the bed- nose scrunching as a strand of the pinkish streaks of blonde hair tickles his nose. A forgotten book by the side from where Mydei’s dropped it, the older boy himself laid on his side- curved around Phainon, his nose buried in the child’s bouncy locks. His hand is on Phainon’s back, rubbing circular motions in comfort.
Gorgo immediately takes out her phone, giddy as she snaps a picture and shoots it off to her husband. Immediately in response, Eurypon sends a barrage of messages- Hieronymus can vaguely make out the responses, all in capital letters. Tucking her phone back to her pocket, still vibrating every few seconds.
“Gorgo-,”
“Sending it to you later, you have my word.” Gorgo says solemnly. Audata shoots a thumbs up in response, with quiet cackles of glee. Hieronymus looks at his wife, slightly concerned.
Eventually they had to disrupt the peaceful scene as it’s getting late, and the couple had to go home to prepare their own dinner. By the time Hieronymus has his son back in his arms as they say their goodbyes at the door entrance, the boy is dripping fat tears down his trembling eyes- crying as he was parted from Mydei. His arms are outstretched, despair and betrayal etched on his young features- unable to be away from his Pretty big brother.
“We’ll get to see Mydei next time, okay?”
“No! No! Want Pretty Big Brother, uwahhh!”
“Dove- stop squirming or you’ll fall-,”
“Uwuu— no, I want My-day! Mydei!” Phainon’s heartbreaking cries are loud enough to alert the neighbourhood- despite the houses being far apart from each other.
Rendered speechless by the unexpected outburst, Phainon has never had trouble to part from his friends before, much less throwing a tantrum in the first place- his parents are baffled. While Mydei is stunned, it’s the first time that Phainon has said his name, in such a devastating tone too. Gorgo looks away with a cough, subtly hiding her laugh as her son flushes again at the attention.
“Aren’t you going to do something, Mydei?” His mother nudges him with a sly smile over the chaotic scene, “You made him like this- take responsibility.”
“Take responsib-,” A nudge.
“Come on now.”
“Fine.”
Mydei has never been good with tears, he shifts awkwardly from where he stands. Phainon won’t stop crying for him, now resorting to pulling on his father’s hair tightly in retaliation- said man yelps at the surprisingly strong grip. Audata doesn’t help, her shoulders are shaking and her hand covers over her mouth to conceal her laughter.
He moves until he’s in front of Phainon, whose cries soften to sniffles when he sees the blonde. Cradling his hands gently in his much bigger palms, Mydei strokes over the little fingers with his thumb with a small smile. Phainon hiccups, eyes narrowed at the cause of his tears.
“Big brother will see you again, okay?”
“Promise?” Still sniffling, he has his little pinky finger out with a face of determination. Mydei nods solemnly, hooking around it with his own. Phainon eventually stops, an occasional hiccup here and there. Mydei can see the boy is putting on a brave face- trying very hard to hold back another batch of tears threatening to escape. Mydei feels an unbearable ache in his heart, reaching out to cup Phainon’s soft cheeks.
“I promise.” Mydei leans forward, pressing his lips against Phainon’s forehead chastely before stepping back. The boy’s eyes are wide, his father’s poor hair is granted mercy from his hold, his cheeks now flushed to the tips of his ears. He looks like he’d been blessed by a god, his mouth opens slightly in awe. Even Hieronymus is gaping, a little flustered.
Who knew this tough looking kid could look this gentle?
“I knew your boy was handsome, but I didn’t expect this.” Audata whistles, taking this chance to take Phainon from her poor husband. If the grip was slightly harder, he would have lost a clump of his hair already.
“He gets it from me.” Gorgo is proud, she always knew despite his sharp features- her son has always been beautiful to those who know where to look. They quickly say their goodbyes, not willing to risk Phainon bursting into tears on the doorstep again. They stay in their positions until the car leaves the driveway, then Gorgo lets out a small breath and ruffles her son’s head.
“He’s taken quite a liking to you, Mydei. Audata mentioned that he’s normally quite reserved and obedient.”
“I don’t understand it either.” Her son admits, bless her to have a child that’s oblivious to his own beauty. While it is true that his height and tattoos are intimidating, there are also many people who admire Mydei from afar for his gentle nature. It’s not that Mydei hides himself when he goes to school, but the contradiction makes it difficult for one to approach the boy directly. Perhaps some of Eurypon’s theatrics are not unfounded, Gorgo muses.
Eurypon’s eyes are erratic, clinging on to his wife’s arm. “I swear Gorgo, I saw one of the boys hiding in the bushes by our porch!”
“Nonsense dear, our home is guarded. Who would go so far to follow our son home?”
A soft rustle.
“Call the security, immediately.”
“Only time will tell.” Gorgo eventually sighs, headache slowly forming at the blooming number of suitors for her son- even if Mydei himself doesn’t realise. Hooking her arm under his elbows, she stirs him back into the house- fully intending for him to help her to cook dinner. By that, she means Mydei taking the full reins to cook, while Gorgo stands by the side and nitpicks his tastes. Mydei follows obediently, still puzzled why Phainon seems to like him so much.