Yet another self-indulgent fluff/comfort fic. It's flavored to match the MC hunter setting, but you can replace it with whatever complex you have. I'll forever crave being supported and healed by a loving soul like his.
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"Kitten?" Sylus' voice pulls you from your thoughts. Hesitantly, you step out of the closet. The sight of you, unusually shy and quiet, makes the tall man stand from the edge of the bed and walk over to you. "Do you not like it?" he asks softly, briefly glancing down at your form draped in the beautiful dress he picked out, then back to your nervous face. There's no accusation or threat in his voice—just genuine curiosity and a hint of concern. He notes your tense body language and chooses to not touch you, instead simply offers a hand out towards you in an open invitation for you to initiate. He waits patiently with a tender look, hoping that you'll finally meet his gaze.
"I-it's beautiful, Sy. But the back… It's very open and low cut." you begin, your voice uncertain and anxious. Your hand naturally finds its place in his large outstretched hand. Sylus smiles faintly, relieved that you're not rejecting him. He nods and gently rubs the back of your hand with his thumb as he listens intently, trying to read you. You take a steadying breath, gathering the courage to speak. Finally, you raise your gaze from your hands to his eyes.
"I… have a pretty big scar on my back and I'm self conscious about it." You finally get it all out in one go. You try to put on a brave face despite the vulnerable admission making your eyes prick with tears. "It's dumb, I know. But I don't know if I can-"
"Show me." he interrupts with the softest voice. "Please." He squeezes your hand, his eyes pleading for you to trust him. And you do. How could you not? He's never given you a reason to doubt his devotion to you.
You pull your hair away from your back and turn gingerly, letting him see your insecurity in full display. Sylus takes in the sight of the long scar that spans a decent part of your back.
"...May I touch it?" he asks quietly. You nod, your heart racing unreasonably, making you feel even more vulnerable and dumb. His fingers glide over the textured skin, so delicately, yet it still makes you twitch in nervousness. Sensing your discomfort, he feels a surge of deep sorrow. How can you be so tortured by such a small thing?
"How did it happen?" he asks, his brows furrowing ever so slightly.
You explain the fight with a Wanderer early in your career as a hunter. You self depreciate through the rambled story; how you weren't strong enough when you tried to save a civilian, how you ended up taking a hit instead. How you should've paid more attention, how you should've been faster. And because of your incompetence that civilian still got hurt. His heart aches as he listens to your small dejected voice of guilt and shame, and the sniffles that you just can't hide anymore.
He draws you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly, as though to pour all his love into you to push back against the self-criticism. "So it's your badge of honor," he says with a small smile. "It's proof of your courage and self-sacrifice. You should feel nothing but pride in this scar. And it only makes me love you more, my noble hunter." He nuzzles into your hair, murmuring sweet words of affirmations and warmly accepts all your tears onto his freshly pressed shirt.
"You don't have to wear it if you don't want to" he starts again. "But I think it looks beautiful on you, sweetie. And the scar only makes you fit in the N109 crowd more." His charming smirk returns, lightening the mood as he sways with you in his arms. The heavy weight of shame slowly lifts, his words softening the sharp edges of your insecurities.
His words have always had this effect on you. Always delivered with conviction, care and charm.
Eventually, you nod, pulling away to smile up at him, feeling saved. And smitten.
Throughout the night, he continues with sweet words of encouragement and flirtatious compliments. It makes you smile, and even laugh sometimes, at how over-the-top he can be. And each time, it only fuels Sylus more. His heart fills with nothing but pure adoration with each of your smiles and the sound of your giggles.
"That's the sixth guy that's checked you out tonight." he whispers playfully for the nth time tonight. He pulls you close by your waist, his large hand splayed out across your lower back. protective and loving, and a touch possessive. You roll your eyes but can't suppress your smile, your confidence growing. Slowly but surely, you start to wonder why you were ever so self-conscious in the first place.
I got curious where that number came from so I looked it up and it's actually based on a real experiment! (Inaccurate but has been done.)
The 21 grams experiment refers to a study published in 1907 by Duncan MacDougall, a physician from Haverhill, Massachusetts. MacDougall hypothesized that souls have physical weight, and attempted to measure the mass lost by a human when the soul departed the body. MacDougall attempted to measure the mass change of six patients at the moment of death. One of the six subjects lost three-quarters of an ounce (21.3 grams).
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I love how deep the game goes. The deep lore and the meaningful choices they make in their stories. It feels so romantic to me (and thus extremely painful).
There are so many animation moments that are sooo fucking good and smooth in this card. The way hands glide around each other is all so well done, plus the amount of visible kissing is just 🤤
Might I also add the reminder that they use mocap? That must've been a fun recording lolol
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