love bleeds in daturas (s. qin)
w.c: 2,162 || somewhat proofread
warnings: somewhat angsty
a/n: inspire by this beautiful artwork done by @art-by-ady
the sun sets on another day but you can't enjoy it. not the way you used to with your dragon. with his scales wrapped around you and you both gaze upon the pinks and purples of the horizon bleed into blues. with his scales scaling up and down your body absentmindedly. three months. it's been three months since that day, since...the end of a lifeline.
you'd spent the first month alone, surviving off of the last of foods he collected. the second, you'd started collecting and adding to the cave, wanting something familiar. by the third, you'd begun to feel sick, it's not like you were taking the best of care of yourself. everything felt like a weight on your legs - eating, cleaning yourself and living, things that had felt so normal with him, felt like a noose around your neck. why not just follow after him, you thought.
your will to live seemed to dwindle with each passing day but something started to feel...different. you'd somehow been eating more and more. it was strange, you hadn't had such a vigor for eating in months. it all came to a head one night when your belly started cramping and your mind ran across something important.
when was your last lunar cycle?
you sit up from your bed of pelts and you genuinely could not recall having it since he left. a time of the month that was once simply a part of life, another thing that became so beautiful and gentle with him. he always ensured you rested more and had the heartiest of stews and meats once the smell of blood became stronger. maybe the grief had disrupted your body. you gently place a hand on your stomach to feel around and you notice that you had gotten fuller. a lot fuller.
you'd heard women from the nearby village speak about this.
you were with child. somehow you had a strong feeling you were right.
a piece of him. you would live, if only to experience him again and give him better that what he was given.
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"two beautiful boys dearie, wonderful job" the midwife you'd met months prior praises you but all you could look at was what was laying next to you.
you'd met mrs. jiang while you were returning from a food trip when you'd passed five months. she'd gently chided you for carrying so much weight when you were so full with child. now that you think back, you should have realized it wouldn't be one baby. when you'd mentioned that i was only you, she softened and helped you home. you'd learned that she had served as a midwife in a neighboring kingdom for 10 years before moving after her husband's death. she'd somehow stuck around, with you coming to her home once a week to check on you - at her request. she'd never pried. she simply attached herself to you so when your labor pains had begun in the cave, she somehow found her way there.
you look on at the two wriggling babies next to you. staring at them for a few minutes before mrs. jiang's voice bring you out of your hypnotized state.
"what shall you call them?" she gazes at you while drying her hands with a cloth.
"luke and kieran." you'd seen those names in your dreams for the latter half of your pregnancy and you knew that it had to be their names.
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"my sweetest boys, i wish your father were here to see you." another night of laying next to them as they sleep. you'd been doing it to help them sleep but it often extended to well after they were out. you watched as their little chests rose and fell with their breaths and their cheeks fluffed up and down. they looked so much like him. same with their hair, same dragon horns and markings.
they were just like their father, beautiful.
you brush luke's hair back before gently patting kieran's stomach, surely full from all the milk he'd eaten.
he should have been here. he would have adored them. done everything he could to give them better than what he had. burned the world anew so they would not even think the cruelty he went through was possible.
when you finally decided to settle for sleep, you found your thoughts running to him again.
'Don't worry, I am not alone. I bound your soul to me so you can find me. Find us. In another life perhaps. I named them. Luke and Kieran. Our sons. Or maybe they will find you.'
that is the last thought you remember before drifting off.
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"Fahliiv mu dathra" kieran says while looking at a photo in the boss' living hallway. a garden of daturas.
"what did you just say?" sylus emerges, unsure if he'd heard right.
"umm boss..." "what did you say?"he repeats again, silencing luke's attempt at any interruption.
these two mysterious boys showed up on sylus' doorstep a few months prior and never left. they'd asked for a place at onychinus and sylus didn't even get to tell them no. strangely, he couldn't tell them no. everytime he looked at them, he'd felt these strong feelings he couldn't described. something about them is familiar. he couldn't place it for a while but he still allowed them to stay, the silver streaks in their hair mirroring his own silver locks.
"Fahliiv mu dathra," kieran says a bit more confidently, his eyes gauging what sylus' reaction could take.
he hadn't heard that in so long. he hadn't heard it in this lifetime. he squints his eyes to decipher whether the twins are playing some weird joke. either way, where could they have heard that? when he sees their expressions remain, he decides to question again.
"where did you learn that?" he decides a new line of questioning.
"...our mother" he could hear the nervousness in his voice. that answer left him confused and the twins took it as a signal to keep going.
"our mother told us it was a funny thing between her and our father. an attempt when she first tried to learn his language."
"learn my language." they both end at the same time. he takes a clear look at their face and he finally sees. it's you. in both of them. but it's also him.
sylus' mind was beginning to spin with one thought. you were pregnant. with his children. you were with child. and you were alone in that cave. he feels sick. but he also feels happy. he had sons.
"was your mother-?" the twins see the gears turning in his head and decides it was now or never.
"yes, she was." luke confirms and his heart does something. it sinks and explodes all at the same time. he slowly moves to his living room and finds the couch, with the two boys in tow.
"how did you know that i was your father?" he takes one thing at a time.
"she used to draw a sketches of a man and one night we heard her saying she missed you. we kinda put things together there considering she mentioned 'his beauitful silver hair.'" luke answered and kieran continues "there were nights she'd cry herself to sleep with the photo clutched in her hands." this breaks sylus. he's not someone who cries. he willed himself to not cry time and time again but tears seemed to disobey and cloud his vision.
"we started seeing you in our dreams two years ago and simply thought it meant nothing until we saw you while working an auction last year." luke admits and sylus doesn't even recall seeing them then.
"mom doesn't remember us?" his tone sounds disappointed, especially since he'd seen sylus sitting at his desk once mephisto return from astra knows where, with her photos appearing on his computer screen, and sylus decides to be honest, with everything now in the open.
"she doesn't. not yet. but i'm going to make sure she will." he proclaims and he sees the two in front of him visibly perk up. he explains that you haven't even met in this lifetime but you are a hunter in Linkon.
he awkwardly pulls them both and gives them a firm hug, his emotions needing somewhere to go. this was definitely new territory but soon he would have you back and you could both finally be a family.
he would take a bit of time to process what the boys have told him but what he does immediately know is that what was between you and him was real. these boys were living proof of the love you both planted among the daturas.
"Fahliiv mu dathra " - "Love in my daturas" || reader had made a simple mistake and meant love of my daturas' and it became something endearing between her and sylus.
a/n: quickly remembered that the writing itch does NOT care what priorities you have and you have to write before it leaves.
the art piece by @art-by-ady absolutely floored me and had me in tears for a few minutes(as per my comment on the post lol) so please take a look it to see where this idea came from.
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