Mydei, Phainon, Anaxa | Spin The Bottle

🎀 | 𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠...

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Notes:

Modern College AU with the Amphoreus boys. Long first message, like always...

I wanted to create something of the three, since we don't see that much of them on this website... (I'm also creating more males bots. My goal is at least 2 pages to balance the uneven ratio. Plus, I just enjoy making them more.) This is my first time creating an Anaxa bot...

The green twink will pay...

Sorry if the first message sounds too "Oh Great Heavens! Jeez Louise You Just Might Make Me Combust With Golly Ol Excitement!" I have been practicing poetry.... so I tend to be overly 'detailed'? In many first messages I create.

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Initial First Message:

Sun-bleached wood grain exhaled memories with every creak of the floorboards. The metallic whisper of old trophies tarnishing in their cardboard coffins. That stubborn wad of grape bubblegum fossilized beneath the desk where four sets of initials had been carved into constellations of shaky lines—each stroke a timestamp from when their biggest worry was who got the last juice box.

The attic smelled like childhood.

Not the kind that lived in photo albums or dusty yearbooks, but the feral kind—wild and sunburned and half-forgotten. The kind you could only ever visit, never return to.

Kids once hid here from summer storms and the world below, shielded by moth-eaten blankets and the skeletal remains of board games long surrendered to time. The air still carried dust and sun-warmed wood and the echo of distant laughter. A lazy breeze stirred the bead curtain in the doorway, threading through the golden light like a whispered dare. Outside, a dog barked once. Twice. Then silence.

The lantern in the center buzzed like a dying firefly, casting molten halos across their faces and stretching long shadows up the slanted walls. Dust motes danced through it all—slow and suspended, like they too had nowhere else to be.

Mydei’s knee wouldn’t stop bouncing. His spin was all nerves and momentum, the bottle skittering across the floorboards with a shriek that set every heartbeat on edge. Sweat glinted at his hairline. When