I got both of Rafayel’s myth cards using the 11 free wishes, does anybody want him? :(
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I got both of Rafayel’s myth cards using the 11 free wishes, does anybody want him? :(
“too slow again, kitten.” sylus chuckled deeply, but there was no malice in his voice. When it came to you, there never was.
the training gym was empty except for the two of you, a soft, monotonous melody playing from the speakers overhead. sylus had insisted you needed to learn some hand to hand combat on the off chance you found yourself without a weapon, and he wasn’t ready to let you rest until you landed at least one punch.
“you’re twice my size, it’s almost impossible for you not to dodge my punches.” you complained, your face damp with sweat as you attempted to catch your breath.
“are you gonna use that same excuse when a huge wanderer comes your way?” He replied teasingly as he stepped closer and wiped the hair away from your sticky forehead.
“if it were a wanderer, I’d definitely have my weapons,” you placed your hands on your hips, narrowing your eyes at him, “unlike you, I don’t need to be punching anyone with my bare fists, my weapons are always on me.”
sylus only laughed louder, grappling you again as you both fell into the same combat sequence you’d been repeating for the past hour. he suddenly snuck up behind you, his arms around your waist and his face dipped into the space between your neck and shoulder.
“now I doubt a wanderer would hold me like this.”you pointed out as you tried and failed to wriggle out of his grip.
“maybe I’m more dangerous than a wanderer, kitten.” sylus nuzzled closer and placed a chaste kiss to your neck.
Kiss for the Birthday Boy puppy!! 🍎🍏❤️ (Not yet but it’s coming up!)
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a/n: sylus being vulnerable is my substance of choice.
it's been two minutes since sylus pulled your into his arms. two minutes of him holding you to his chest, one arm wrapped tight around your waist while his hand gently cradles the back of your head.
you've remained still all this time, a little unsure as to why this is happening. but you haven't attempted to move because something in you knows that he needs this. this point of contact—this connection that's keeping him anchored.
your own arms lie loosely around his waist before your hands smooth their way up his back. the touch pulls a soft noise from sylus, a noise that has lain deep in the abyss for a very long time.
it's contentment.
another minute passes, and you feel the need to break the silence. so you pat his back softly, muster up some strength to tease before speaking.
"keep holding me like this," you begin, quietly. "and i'll start to think you like me or something."
it's a little joke, a little metaphorical poke at his side and usually, he'd take the bait. because that's what the two of you do; you joke around, bantering until you both can't take it.
but sylus doesn't take the bait; instead, he simply holds you closer. his head finds a home in the curve of your shoulder, his body curling over you like a sort of cocoon. his breath is warm against your skin, ticklish as his nose brushes against your pulse.
it's intimate.
frighteningly so, and you realise that this, right here, is sylus' vulnerability on display.
"oh," you murmur, your chest growing tight at the realisation. and that makes you so much in so little time that you almost cry.
so you don't say anything else.
you just hold him until he's willing and able to let go.
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“You know…” Sylus murmurs as he shifts beside you, the soft rustle of sheets and the low hum of rain outside your window filling the quiet space between you, “I’ve been thinking about something.” He glances at you with that lopsided smile of his, the one that always means he’s up to something. Sweet, ridiculous, or both.
You raise an eyebrow, suspicious already. “That sounds dangerous.”
He chuckles, low and warm. “I’m serious. I don’t think I’ve ever put my full weight on you.”
You blink. “Why would you?”
“Because,” he drawls, rolling slightly onto his side, propping his head up with one arm while the other gently plays with your fingers, “I see you lying there, looking all warm and soft, like the perfect pillow, and part of me thinks… I’m just orbiting you, and every part of me wants to give in. To stop holding back and just… land.”
You snort, trying to stifle a laugh, but he’s not done.
“And I’d be warm, you’d be warm. We’d both win. I mean, sure, you might not be able to breathe for a second, but isn’t that the price of love?”
“Sylus,” you wheeze between giggles, “you’re literally over six feet tall. You would crush me.”
He feigns deep offense. “Crush you? Cradle you in overwhelming affection, you mean.”
Then, with no warning, he dramatically flops down on you, all long limbs and warmth, pinning you beneath him with just enough weight to make it feel like you’re being hugged by a furnace.
“See? Perfect,” he mumbles into your neck, clearly refusing to move. “This is love. I’m not moving for the next thousand years.”
You let out a muffled groan, arms instinctively curling around him despite the squish. “You’re lucky I like you.”
He grins, voice already growing sleepy against your skin. “I know.”
a/n: I NEEDED this after reading death and rebirth sylus chapter cuz wtf infold
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I can't with this man sometimes
Not only is the loser wearing sunglasses AT NIGHT but he only puts them on when he's about to pull up to MC so he can look cool 😭😭
Bro is so fucking unserious ijbol
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