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anaxa doesn't seem like the type to call anyone by anything other than their name, but there's definitely a difference in the way he says your name compared to everyone else's. your name rolls off of his tongue fluidly, almost gracefully; he says your name like a prayer — with the utmost reverence. for a notorious blasphemer who shuns the gods, one would think that you were his god with how preciously he treats your very likeness.
if he were to use some sort of pet name... i think he'd settle on "my dear" or "dearest." it's nothing extravagant or exceptionally creative, but it's not lacking in affection.
"thank you, my dear," he'll murmur. anaxa speaks in hushed tones around you, as only you are worthy of seeing him in such a vulnerable state.
"enlighten me, my dear," he'll chuckle. he'll fold his arms over his chest during impromptu debates, his uncovered eye twinkling with mirth and curiosity as you explain your reasoning.
"good night, my dear," he'll whisper. in the dead of night when he thinks you're asleep in your shared bed, he'll slide in beside you and whisper an apology if you stir. "go back to sleep, dearest," he'll tell you if you begin to wake, his fingers brushing over the exposed skin of your waist beneath the sheets.