You wished he would try to cut off your money, maybe freeze your cards from his tablet, because you knew he could. He could do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He could even hide the car keys and tell Luke and Kieran to accidentally barricade your door.
But no. The affluenza just had to continue to torture you in the way he knew that you would hate.
All your fucking cards were stocked with money to the brim.
He didn't even try to remember the max amount of money he was allowed to deposit. He just typed out as many zeroes as he could and watched it get automatically reduced to whatever was allowed. Every time you would swipe your card to watch the cash decrease, it would fill back up in real time. The cashier would blink at you oddly before returning your card to you, looking a bit envious.
You even tried to switch to your fucking gift cards, but no, he'd hacked into those too. HOW? How did one hack into gift cards? How was that even possible?
You'd had enough, barging into his room and being confronted by that smug fucking look once more. He lounged on his bed, glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose as he read a book. Sylus looked up from above the rim of his spectacles. "Well, well, well, look who it is."
"Okay, first of all," you slammed the large doors behind you and climbed onto his bed, perched upon him. "Fuck you."
"Please, do," he murmured, his hand moving up to trace your lip. "It's been two weeks."
You slapped his hand away, though you knew he wasn't really trying when it fell back to his side. He could have easily pulled you against him anytime he wanted to, but he was letting you do whatever you wanted, toying with you. It made you so irritated. "No, that's not what I meant!"
"Elaborate," he tilted his head innocently.
"If you want me to prove I can buy stuff without your money," you growled, grabbing the book from his hand and shutting it. "You actually have to give me a chance to spend anything but your money."
"But why would I ever do that?" He threw a hand over his forehead dramatically, pulling you close to him at the same time. Your palms rested on his chest, fists clenching at the cloth of his thin white shirt with frustration.
You opened your mouth to try and spit out something else, but he placed a finger on your mouth to silence you.
"Sweetie," he sighed, eyes tracing over your figure. "I want to hear your pleas, truly, but can you remind me why you were even mad at me in the first place?"
You bit your tongue as your mind blanked, tracing back to a fortnight ago when you had shouted at him and stomped out of the room. Why had you been in a bad mood?
Your silence spoke words, Sylus gazing up at you with amusement as you struggled to come up with an excuse. "Well?"
"Shut up," you snapped, burying your head against his neck, face hot with annoyance and embarrassment. He simply laughed at your predicament, considering teasing you before settling on wrapping his arms around you, placing his chin on your shoulder. Maybe he would tease you just a little.
"Wow, what an honor," he said dryly. "I get to touch you without my hands getting cut off. Is this truly okay, your majesty?"
"I told you to be quiet," you nipped at the skin of his neck in frustration, but the tension in your body was already draining with each passing second in his hold. You gave it a few minutes, your breath slowing down, starting to feel drowsy, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat.
"...I'm sorry," you mumbled sullenly. Goddamit, you really hated being the wrong one in these situations.
"I would say I don't forgive you," he pretended to ponder over it, his low voice hitting your ears like a lullaby. "But I am a gracious soul, so I shall accept it for your benefit."
"Don't push it." The insult was half-hearted, your eyes already half-lidded. You were glad he hadn't held it against you- if you were in his place, you would have definitely slimed him out a bit more. Bless the universe for giving you such a man.
Yet, you had forgotten one good fact.
You hadn't slept in the same bed with Sylus for far longer than he appreciated.
"Now then, sweetie, you didn't think that apology was enough, did you?" You blinked, feeling his warm breath against your ear as he spoke, before his tongue started to lick at it. The result was immediate, a shiver moving down your spine like electricity. "What was that you said about fucking me?"
The Carrot Tissue Cat Meme ภâ˝(â˘âŠ â˘ăâź
Origin of the meme:
This viral meme originated on the Chinese internet as a series of videos featuring a calico cat named Da Kai Men wearing a variety of cute hats, with the most well known being a Judy Hopps hat. In the videos, the owner places a carrot and a pack of tissues in front of the cat and repeatedly asks it to touch one of them based on her command. The cat is supposed to learn which object matches the spoken command in exchange for a treat.
The humour comes from the cat's inability to distinguish between the objects, often resulting in random guesses, as well as the owner's high pitched exclamation of "Amazing!" praising the cat whenever it gets the correct answer.
LADS Men and Their Favorite Filipino Dish (Headcanons)
Lolita's Note: hopefully this ficlet would convince y'all to try some filipino food đŤśđťđ
wc: 847 (keepin' it real short for now)
cw: none! just fluffy fluff Ę â˘ĚĽ Ë ŕ¸ Ę
Xavier - Chicken Inasal
since this man only knows how to burn the kitchen and call it cooking, chicken inasal is practically the easiest, foolproof dish xavier can make and eat.
you have to marinate it for him though, he might put too much or too little.
you can technically eye ball the marinade, but better safe than sorry!
once he catches a whiff of that juicy, tangy aroma, you best believe he'll get real impatient and keep poking at you asking: "is it done yet?"
he'll surely love the grease and the tenderness of the chicken inside.
if you suggest to add more soy sauce and calamansi, and he'll practically devour everything.
if he manages to actually get the chicken be cooked in the right⌠state, he'll definitely have an ego boost and will offer to cook it for the both of you next time.
make sure to cook lots of rice, because he will take all the largest parts of the chicken and ask for more servings.
Zayne - Halo-halo
ah, yes, the holy cup of diabetes!
well, not so much, since you can make a healthier version of halo-halo with just fruits, but!
he will argue with you to add more nata, more jelly AND extra leche flan.
when he saw you eating it all mixed up, he found it strange at first.
"you call that purple mixture a dessert? interestingâŚ"
he WILL switch up real quick once he sees it BEFORE the mixing.
zayne finds it so breathtaking that he'll take lots of photos before eating it.
you teach him that you have to mix them all together with the shaved ice, but well,
this man will eat all the sweetest ingredients first, and then ask if he can add more toppingsâŚ
expect him to go down a rabbit hole of ube flavored desserts after his first taste of the philippines' most iconic sweet treat!
Rafayel - Seafood Bicol Express
spicy or not, this man will surely love how unique the flavor of this dish is.
he'd never expect coconut milk to make something so creamy and flavorful.
he will ask you to cook it for him as a comfort meal, and when you make a joke about him being a sea creature eating fishăź
"did you not study about the food chain? or do you assume that all mermen are some sort of vegetarians? ugh, imagine eating seaweed everydayâŚ" he'll sigh dramatically.
a bit of an unusual choice, but rafayel will probably not eat bicol express with rice.
if he does, the portion of it will be much more bigger than rice.
Sylus - Pork Sisig + Chicharon - Chili Flakes
this⌠is a very specific formula that he actually chose because he just doesn't want to eat spicy food.
anyway the combination of crunchiness and the small juicy tidbits of chopped pork will satisfy sylus's preferences for texture over taste.
he will wait for it too cool down a bit though, if it's served sizzling hot.
the first time he eats sisig though, he's unknowing that it's spicy at default, he deliberately put away all the chili flakes to the side.
and then he will eat and probably ask for another serving.
you suggest to mix the chili in but he interruptsăź
"i said i like it. don't ruin it for me."
he'll probably ditch the steak for a while and pair sisig with his favorite wine.
Caleb - Kare-kare
caleb looooves to cook more than to eat. and what better dish to match that requires meticulous techniques of cooking? kare-kare.
this dish takes hours to make traditionally.
and if you don't get the measurements right, this dish will have very high chances to spoil the next day.
so he will treat it as a challenge!
you know not to doubt him since he's a very talented man.
"food's good to go! wanna join the honors of the first taste?"
he will smile like a kid when you compliment him that it tasted exactly the way it's made back home.
he's not the type to be surprised at the taste of new food especially when he knows what ingredients were used.
he did find it interesting that peanuts can be used to make such a challenging and time-consuming dish!
Valko - Chicken Curry
two words: strong scent. and you know what belongs right in that alley?
chicken curry.
meat and strong, musky scent? expect a wolfboy happily wagging his tail waiting to eat.
filipino curry doesn't usually have stronger spices and its taste is more on the milder side, but if he asks for it, you can always add some chilies!
valko isn't really particular about the taste, but he loves the blend of turmeric, ginger, and garlic.
he prefers the natural mixtures of herbs and spices as opposed to the store-bought curry powder.
once he gets a hold of this dish, he will keep its ingredients stocked in his and your fridge (for when he comes over).
gets really into it that you have to designate a chicken curry day to prevent him from eating it every day.
Letâs talk a bit about the Aether Core placements on Sylus and MC, and celebrate Sylusâ 2nd anniversary together!
Note: The video version is up on my Youtube channel. Below is the script, if you'd prefer to read it.
Hi friends. Before I get into the meat of things, I should say this is not exactly a theory video or something like that. Just my two cents. To my knowledge, none of the other love interests have Aether Core in their bodies. I started to replay the main story seriously 3 days ago, like taking notes and making a Notion page and all, so let me know if Iâm wrong. Iâm just here to yap about this guy. Like, look at him. I thought I missed his anniversary but only found out today that I havenât, I thankfully took some notes back when these thoughts hit me but I prepared this video in like two hours⌠It couldâve been better, but well⌠Better a sucky video than no video.
One day a post popped up on my for you page and right when I was about to save it, the timeline refreshed, you know the pain. Ever since that day I have tried to find that post but to no avail, so youâll have to take my word for it. The post was wondering why half of Aether Core was in Sylusâ eye and the other half is in MCâs heart, they were curious about the placement.
I was perplexed. For me, these placements always made sense, it was super obvious, so at first, I couldnât understand why they would even ask such a question. But in hindsight, I guess it was culturally motivated on my part. So here I am, sharing my thoughts and celebrating Sylusâ anniversary with you! Apologies, boss-man, for the low quality video that doesnât suit your black ACME card. MC might have the authority and means to throw that huge birthday event in the N109 Zone, but some of us have to make do with dodgy, Capcut-edited videos. May your benevolent heart have mercy on this poor player.
As Iâve said in a previous video, Iâm a West Asian, and where Iâm from, the way you look at others is believed to have an effect on them. Iâm sure youâve seen this âevil eyeâ symbol before, probably on jewelry, or among your emojis on your phone. We call it ânazar boncuÄuâ and itâs believed to work as an amulet that protects the person from the malevolent gazes of others, from their envy. People either hang this on their walls, wear it as a piece of jewelry, or attach it to the clothes of newborn babies, for example. Or, kind of unrelated, but doing fortunetelling from the coffee grounds is a fun pastime activity and a bubble that appears on the cup is considered an âevil eyeâ and people tend to pop it to get rid of bad luck.
These are all superstitious beliefs, of course, or just customs that belong to the region and have been practiced by the locals ever since. However, the reason why eyes and seeing are so central is that they are seen as our windows to the world, even before speech or behavior, and they convey what goes on in you or reflect your intentions, be it good or bad. In English, thereâs the idiom âEyes are windows to the soul,â meaning one can see your intentions by looking into your eyes, but in our case, your intentions, thoughts, and emotions flow into the world through oneâs eyes and have power over it.
There are also different ways of seeing others. You can look at someone with your eyes and perceive the surface level, or what is visible to the eye, or you can look at someone with your heart and see beyond the material world, beyond the surface level. We actually have a word for this: gĂśnĂźl gĂśzĂź, which literally translates to "heart's eye". For example, when someone compliments someone else, letâs say you pay me a compliment, say something related to my appearance specifically, and the common response that I would give you is âOh itâs your eyes thatâs beautiful.â Meaning, itâs the kindness of your heart and your positive feelings with regards to me that make me seem beautiful in your eyes. So itâs less about me and more about the way you look at me, the way you see me.
Returning to Sylus, I wager that in order to manipulate the desire in others, he has to look into the other personâs eyes, as we see in his introduction video, but the feelings and desires flow into him whether he wants to know about them or whether he looks into othersâ eyes or not. This is one of the reasons why he isnât comfortable in crowds, Iâve also mentioned how he always had to see the worst of the worst in others. The wound on his chest is also significant.
The first time MC meets Sylus heâs chained to the Abyss and she pulls the sword off of his chest, which triggers the energy exchange and establishes the linkage. Because we donât see him visually and only hear his voice before the exchange, this can only be speculation, but I do wonder if the hardened, ruby-like part was there before or whether itâs the result of being stabbed at the heart and the area hardens as a result of MC removing the sword. Related to this, I also wonder if that gem is a part of the Aether Core, or whether the Aether Core is just one protocore that was broken into fragments or whether there are more than one Aether Cores. So many questions!
But whicheverâs the case, itâs still significant in a metaphorical sense that it visualizes Sylusâ âhardened heart,â his distrust towards and fear of the world outside. And his eye, despite being able to see the desires that lie in someoneâs heart, a person is not simply a culmination of their desires, and that is something you can only figure out by being in a relationship and community with them. Hence, in a way, again, putting this in quotes and I donât have to delve into this at length but, Sylus only sees the surface level with his eye, and can only form surface-level relationships.
Similarly, MCâs Aether Core being in her heart is in line with her being on the âjust, rightful sideâ, compared to Sylusâ position in the narrative as the evil. And yet, she can see with her heart, see beyond appearances and sheâs the only one who can see Sylus for who he truly is.
Iâm stating the obvious probably but, Sylus and MCâs story has a set structure. Iâll get to it in more detail in the final part of my project. It always starts with MC seeking Sylus out, knowingly or unknowingly, and she needs his power to achieve some sort of goal: be it revenge, the Sacredcore, the Aether Core in the myths. In Primordial Chaos itâs the arranged marriage, Erythrostones and alliance with the âdark horseâ Khaosi in the Throne of Eros universe, in Finale Undone, itâs the wealthy bar owner who can buy her wine and save the winery, because remember at the beginning, MC doesnât even know that this bar owner is Sylus himself and she wants to use the ownerâs means to find Sylus. In the Grassland Romance, she needs Sylusâ power to get ahold of the protocore so they can return to Linkon.
I will, hopefully, be able to play Catch-22 some day but Iâm sure it has a similar structure. And what follows that is that they strike a deal.
As you can see, whether they are in an alternate universe or not, in each case, thereâs a desire in MCâs heart, in some cases you can even say itâs a searing greed that sheâs willing to do anything in her power to satisfy it, like in Beyond Cloudfall. This is how it all starts. And as I always repeat, I know I sound like a broken record, itâs that vitality, that lust for life burning in her heart that entices Sylus. And the way she can always remain on the right path even after everything she goes through. I will also get into how I think his subtly playing into her desires and its relationship with MCâs power in the final part of the project, but itâs beyond the scope of this video.
Returning back to my point, I think itâs clear by now why that placement was so obvious to me; MCâs heart is what draws her to Sylus, meanwhile sheâs the only person that Sylus can bear to see what stirs her heart. And as a result, she is able to truly see him which helps Sylus break that shell around him. Him seeing her true desires helps her assert the confidence she has in her, and become more articulate and less shy when voicing her wants and needs. She understands him and completes him, and he does the same, which also unfortunately makes their story all the more tragic to me. Itâs such a beautiful and rich story, really.
I have, very recently, celebrated my first anniversary of starting Love and Deepspace. I have to say, until the Silverwing dropped, I was very normal, very casual about it all. But experiencing Beyond Cloudfall and Crimson Spirit back to back in a week honestly altered my brain chemistry. I never expected Iâd be this invested in a gameâs lore and never in my wildest dreams imagined myself doing stuff for YouTube but⌠the power of a white haired man, I guess!
Thank you all so much for tuning in, hope this was worth your time. Donât forget to check out my video essays if youâre interested in my reading of Sylus, you can always reach out to me through my TikTok or straw.page, aaaand see you around!
Sylus did, in fact, not spoil you at the beginning.
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The relationship was so fresh, past wounds still healing from the wretched mistrust and misconceptions. He could feel the soul within him beating steadily, joyfully, but his mind was at war with his heart.
Loving a person who did not remember crucial memories between them was harder than he thought.
Though he was but a mere child when he met you in this life, the circumstances around your actual first meeting and the battles for survival waging in the confines of the arena, was less than ideal. He didn't know if your lack of remembrance should've been a blessing or a curse. He did not know if his lack of forgetfulness should be a lucky happenstance either.
He didn't spoil you.
He didn't buy you dresses, or accessories, or invited you over for a joyride after your arrival to the N109 Zone.
He didn't offer to buy your drinks, or the movie tickets.
He didn't suggest romantic escapades under the warm rays of the sunshine dusk, or to hang out in a auction again.
But God â God, did he want to.
He was tired (mentally) but he was so determined, so motivated that after coaxing a genuine fond smile out of you, he could rest his eyes at ease with a warm sensation in his chest.
It was falling in love again with someone you are already in love with.
And you... you were unreachable, even when you were worried, even when you expressed your concerns to him.
Sylus did not give you the princess treatment.
He did not tell you what he was feeling.
He laughed, looking down at his gun. âWhy don't we make a bet?â he suggested, mind in a whirlwind. âIf I don't come back, I'll disappear from your life. I won't pester you ever again.â
He could see it, the shift in your eyes, your hesitation. Your display of indecisiveness was slowly killing him from the inside.
âAnd if I don't return...â he glanced away, shrugging with one shoulder. âWell, no one will pester you again either way. How does that sound?â
Horrible. Excruciating.
âThis could be our last conversation, Miss Dove.â
He took your gun, he might as well have something of yours if he was to have his last breath.
He didn't text you back right away.
Even if his lack of responses made his heart clench out of guilt...
It gave him the pleasure of seeing you mad and upset from across the street, your [colour] eyes burning though him with such sadness and reverence as he called your phone.
âYou won,â he told you at the moment of your acceptance, voice almost hollow.
âSylus...â you breathed out, not believing he was just a couple of feet away. You felt like sagging to the ground and cry. Why did you...
You're moving, your heart in your throat, your eyes watery and glistening. You were almost panting, the sound of your booted feet a familiar composition in his ears.
âAccording to the conditions set by our bet, we shouldn't be meeting again.â He was exhausted, the sight of you running to him was a small reassurance.
âShow me, are you hurt?â you demanded right away, eyes never leaving his intense gaze.
Sylus raised an eyebrow, a small smile tilting up his lips as he laughed roughly. âI guess you'll be the one breaking our agreement? Pfft.â
âYou dareââ your breath hitched, rage boiling your blood hot. âYou are not allowed to disappear ever again!â
Did that make him a bad man? Seeing you so upset about his late messages, seeing you so sad over him and him alone, it made him so irrevocably happy. You cared about him, you were reciprocating and he was drowning and drowning and drowning â
He chuckled deeply. âYou're the first person who dares to tell me what I can and can't do.â
He raised his hand, his index finger bending slightly as he, oh so gently and tenderly, wiped the small tear from the corner of your eye.
You looked down, averting your gaze from his.
Sylus did not indulge your shyness, he called your name fondly, though sternly.
You glanced at him, trying really hard not to fidget from the embarrassing feeling caused by your own fretting.
âLook at me,â he pulled you closely, strong arms wrapping around you in a warm and much needed embrace.
You sighed, hands trembling as you clutched him a tad tighter than usual.
âI'm always looking at you.â
Those sweet words were both his undoing and his salvation. He could not speak, his arms unwilling to let go of you.
Sylus didn't last long, the next day you received a flower bouquet on your doorstep, with a signed letter:
he tends to be more considerate because he noticed you become more uncomfortable with his more extravagant gifts. and no matter how much he wants to adorn you in his jewels, your comfort comes as his first priority.
first it was dates by the park, at your favourite local restaurant, movies at home, cooking together, going to the water park, watching the fireworks, doing absolutely nothing for a week at his place. do some protocore deals, maybe go together at an auction!
but when he noticed you started relaxing . . .
sylus will take you to travel the world instead, something that while it doesn't cross your boundaries, it's still a huge thing. you two will go to paris, spain, greece, germany, even norway and finland and of course, [your favourite travel destination].
he will ease you into his world one step at the time. watches, makeup, nails, hair â all done deliberately without overwhelming you.
that doesn't mean he refuses you from paying, especially when you appear more anxious than ever. he allows it begrudgingly because he hates how it makes you rigid in your seat, so he instead appreciates the sentiment that you want to do something for him. he doesn't allow it twice a day though... he is quite proud for being such a carefree man.
he takes his time to buy you dresses, starting from the ridiculously cheap ones (âseriously sweetie, it's just 60âŹ.â) until he finally sees you wearing his personal favourite that he took from a renowned boutique, and you were smiling â a bright, wonderful and loving smile.
when you realised that sylus did not mean to trap you with his expensive gifts (something you have had a bad past experience with..) and that it genuinely, genuinely, made him happy to shower you with such things... well, it was the day when you started forgetting the scent of 5⏠stores.
Just a silly little drabble since I'm not gonna have time for a proper fic this week! Also the banner for this is taking me out lmao SYLUS đđđ
Bad Hair Day
(or, 'literally the best day ever!!' ~ Luke and Kieran)
Sylus x gn!Reader, 650 words.
âDid it hurt, Sylus?â
âWhen I fell from heaven?â
âWhen you got struck by lightning.â
Sylus frowns. You snap a picture as he looks up from a data pad, mid-peruse of the news. Heâs only mildly perturbed, mind you, not outright confused; the distinction has always been sacred. Confusion implies heâs in the dark, andâmorning affairs in digital fine-print before himâ Sylus is never, ever, in the dark about anything.
âLightning, sweetie?â he fishes idly. âIâll bite. You⌠felt a spark when you looked at me, hm? Thereâs electricity in the air?â
You rest your chin in your hand. âWhyâre you so convinced Iâm making a pass at you?â
âEvery word from your mouth is a pass at me, kitten. Iâve learned to live with it.â
âHe says, in a whorish silk robe.â
He tuts as he sips at his coffee. âItâs sophisticated.â
Is it sophisticated? âItâs halfway down your shoulder, Sylus.â
With a flicker of a sideways glance, he regards the wine-red silk bunched precariously at the top of his arm. Silk that slips another few centimetres when he shrugs. âOops.â
Your lips are a thin line as you raise your own mug up to them, making Sylus chuckle. Itâs a rich, self-indulgent soundâ so hedonistic, so pleased with itself. Silently, you press a few quick buttons on your phone, then thrust it towards him:
The picture youâd taken.
Sylusâs chuckle cuts out like someone has gripped his throat and squeezed.
In the image and in life, his hair is a mess: points jutting out every imaginable angle. It looks deliberateâ fixed with gel, spray, or perhaps a spontaneous desire to be a talking point at breakfastâ but his eyes are sharp with curiosity as he pats at his head. Is his hair reallyâ? Yes, he can feel it under his hand.
Now thatâs confusion, soft-bellied and exposed. You donât know when youâll have this chance again, so you take the shots you can, rapid-fire, no mercy:
âYou look like you fell asleep in a washing machine. Like you were practicing alchemy, and it blew up in your face. Ooh, ooh! You look like a toilet brush thatâs been used to scrub seven million toilets.â
Sylus hums as he pokes a hair tuft. âHow⌠colourful.â
âSeriously, Sy. I know youâre a deep sleeper, but youâd think something was nesting in there, the way thatââ
You gasp.
A little preoccupied, Sylus misses the ember. By the time he gazes up, sensing warmth and danger, itâs too late to stamp on it. He tries, anyway. âNo. No. Kitten? No.â
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âHold still, Sylus!â
Mephisto wobbles on Sylusâs head, hunkering down for stability with a chirp.
âTake your time, sweetie,â Sylus grimaces, claws in his scalp as you take so many more pictures than necessary.
âYeah, yeah, Iâm almost done⌠try, uh⌠try to look really grumpy, yeah? Like you wanna kill me. Can you do that, Sy?â
He canât, actually. He might be bleeding, ridiculed, but thereâs light in his eyes as he watches you laugh and fuss over the composition of his downfall. When you say something about the rule of thirds, you catch his lip quirking; heâs trying not to smile.
You lower your phone, grinning. âOkay. Iâve got it.â
Sylus lifts Mephisto from his headâ plonking him down on the kitchen counter, then finally, finally, tending to his hair. He mumbles as he smooths it back down, guiding silver-white curls with his fingers: âThe things I do for you, kitten. Just make sure the twins donât see it, hm? I couldnât care less what they think, but the headaches, oh, theyâd never let me hear the end ofââ
Across Onychinusâs base, someone shrieks with laughter. Sylus flinches. Â
You glance up from your phone, where your group chat with Luke and Kieran is open. âHmm? Say that again, Sy, sorry, I missed it.â
 â â â Do you know how peaceful you look ? I could spend an eternity under these sheets, our hearts and our bodies tangled together. âÂ
â â It is warm.
â â Warm, soft, and comfortable. To Sylus, his bed is now a veritable paradiseâ and all because of the little cat that is snuggled against him, claiming his bicep as her pillow.
â â He's been awake longer than he should have; the morning sun had already risen hours ago, but the temptation of being able to watch her had been too great for him to pass up.
â â Absently (gently) he pushes some hair out of her face, and she mumbles something in her sleep, burrowing even closer.
â â Cute.
â â Her lipstick still remains on his face, he knowsâ marks from earlier (last night?) after she had a few too many glasses of wine and had all but covered him in it in a flurry of affection. Sylus knows she'll probably lecture him about how bad it is for his skin later, but he couldn't bear to scrub it off. Not when she had tipsily giggled words of adoration and love between kisses, each sentiment enough to make him feel like the air had been knocked right out of him. If he were standing, he might have just fallen to his knees.
â â Lovesick, Luke and Kieran had teased him once, and he couldn't even deny it. Not when they all knew it was true.
â â Sylus sighs, tugging her close (she smells like him, but also like her, and it's a combination that makes him think irresponsible things) and holding her tight and snug against his chest.
â â He'll sleep soonâ really, he will. But for now, he figures it wouldn't hurt to spend just one more minute watching her rest contentedly in his arms.
Scheduled post bc I'm a chicken LOL Happy 2nd anniversary to Sy being released into the game <3 Things may suck rn, but I will always be so happy that he was created đŐ Ü¸.ËŹ.ܸŐ𦯠Thank you as always to @nykur0h for the gorgeous commission ! Even to this day, this is probably one of the top faves I have ever worked on with her <3
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