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lunafleurette_writesYUMESHIP ANECDOTES — #3
(Originally Posted December 24, 2025 on Toyhouse and Tumblr)
Title: in castrum kremnos where strife and shadows loom
Fandom: Honkai Star Rail
Rating: G
Relationship: Mydei/Ligeia
Summary: ""Remember not to look," she says each time he turns his back to her. Hands as cold as the waters around them skim along the curve of his spine, lingering at his tenth thoracic vertebrae in a caress that leaves a sharp pain in his chest and the taste of blood in his mouth.
Wordcount: 337
Artist:andromedaxyz
The black tide ebbed and flowed, the single constant in his life since he returned to Castrum Kremnos.
(Originally Posted December 24, 2025 on Toyhouse and Tumblr)
Title: in castrum kremnos where strife and shadows loom
Fandom: Honkai Star Rail
Rating: G
Relationship: Mydei/Ligeia
Summary: ""Remember not to look," she says each time he turns his back to her. Hands as cold as the waters around them skim along the curve of his spine, lingering at his tenth thoracic vertebrae in a caress that leaves a sharp pain in his chest and the taste of blood in his mouth.
Wordcount: 337
Artist:
andromedaxyz The black tide ebbed and flowed, the single constant in his life since he returned to Castrum Kremnos.
Among the ruins of a home that hadn't been his since childhood, Mydeimos sat on a throne with no subjects. Golden blood slaked off in rivulets along the chiseled stone of his body, wounds carved into godsflesh knitting closed as he recovered from the latest of his battles. He didn't feel the pain anymore, he was born to it, letting his mind roam and tread paths that had long been closed to him.
“Your mind remains as burdened as ever, my king.”
The scent of the sea - once something he had learned to loathe and fear from his days drowning in the Sea of Souls - lapped at his senses like gentle waves against the shore. Salt on the breeze, the sun kissing the tips of his hair. Flowers, too, faint but there. He closed his eyes. A radiantly pink dusk, one that he would never see again, stretched out boundlessly above a sea so still and clear that it was all but a mirror to the heavens.
”There you go, thinking too hard again. Am I really so haunting?"
She embraced him, fingers resting on a crown that she placed herself. Arm curling around his shoulders, a warm weight falling on his back. Two great wings curved around the throne like a shroud. Mydeimos removed part of his gauntlet, resting his hand atop hers.
”Always,” he said. If his voice was rougher than intended, that was for him to know and to let remain unheard in empty Castrum Kremnos where his past and present mingled in repose. “I commend you, siren, for leaving me a wound to last the ages.”
Since she gave me this scar, I'll make sure to treasure it.
He opened his eyes to an empty Castrum, but he swore that a feather lingered before him. Catching it in his hand, a faint, cheeky warmth remained; even as he opened it to reveal nothing.
