Sylus in Lovespeed Ride
"I love what you love. [...] Those plane seats were small, but you dozed off just fine with your head on my shoulder. The hotel's hot water was actually lukewarm, but the towel dolphins were cute. The sunlight was brutal, but someone thought ahead. She brought super strong sunscreen spray, a giant parasol, and oversized sun protection clothing. [...] It was a packed itinerary and the antithesis of my usual schedule. Whenever we got a second of alone time, someone popped in. But now it's just us. I like it. I really do."
sylus has a whole panicked internal monologue whenever you get close to him. think about it. he’s been waiting around for you for lifetimes—but now that you don’t remember him, he has to slowly gain your affection all over again, not that he minds, of course it’s his pride and joy to have to win you over. but nothing prepares him for when he actually does. when you start to inch closer to him, when he seek him out, when you actually begin to trust him again, his brain is thrown for a LOOP. he’s panicking, his hands are sweaty, his heartbeat is uneven, and god he feels like a teenager with a crush. 💌
wrote this in a haze lol His new promise card has me in a chokehold omg 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
Can you imagine Sylus, groggy and half-asleep on the pillow next to you. It’s a sight afforded to very few— a sight afforded to none, actually, aside from you.
He’s so vulnerable like this: red eyes just slivers behind light lashes and his breathing soft and even. In exhaustion, that aggravating (handsome) smirk he wears is softened into a slight curve of his mouth. Hair tousled, broad back catching the light of the rising sun from his window, and for a moment you think you might be falling in love with him all over again.
”Mm,” is his deep, rough hum when you gently run your hands through his hair. Not unlike a purr, not unlike a dragon’s rumble. One of his eyes cracks open, finding you even in his sleepy haze. “Something you need, sweetie?”
”...sorry,” you say, not actually sounding very sorry at all. Your hand continues to run through his hair, as if you have no control over it. “Your hair is just…very soft.”
Sylus laughs— the one he reserves only for you, and it makes something warm settle in your chest. “No need to be jealous, kitten. You’re more than welcome to help yourself to my hair care.”
As if in warning, you tug on a strand of his hair, but it just makes his grin widen.
“So violent,” he coos, delighting in the way your eyes narrow. You huff— even when sleepy, he’s a pain in your ass.
It’s only when your hand motions to retract from his mussed head of silver hair that he frowns, one of his hands darts out from beneath the sheets, grasping your wrist and determinedly tugging it back to tangle in his hair.
”Keep doing that. It feels… nice,” Sylus murmurs, all but melting under your fingers when you do as he asks, scratching pleasantly at his scalp and running your fingers through his hair. He does that rumble again— that purr as his eyes flutter closed, and you’re not even sure if he’s aware of it, but he inches just the slightest bit closer to you, his head sliding onto your own pillow as if it were his own.
Clingy, you want to tease, but you know the word will come out too soft. So instead you just sigh and continue to run a hand through Sylus's hair, slowly listening to his breathing even out as he falls asleep.
And if you snuggle close before you sleep, face buried in his neck and legs tangled with his, then it's a secret for only the two of you to keep, too.
The concept of saving up a ton of money to buy Sylus a really expensive present. Like I’m talking saving up all year to drop like $18,000 on a custom designed watch or something priced absolutely crazy to a normal human.
You give it to him, all giddy and wide eyed as he opens it. Watch him study it, pick it up and admire every little detail about it. Telling you how much he loves it, going on and on about how sweet and thoughtful you are. Until…
“I saved up all year to have it made for you!”
You saved up? You spent your money? Your money?
Sylus tries to hide his expression, immediately horrified by the idea that you spent your hard earned money on him. Someone who has more money than he’ll ever know what to do with. Who practically begs you to be self indulgent on his card… “Sy… do you not like it?”
“I love it, very much. It just may be one of my most prized possessions now.” And he means, truly he does.
But mentally he’s planning on wiring you $100,000.
Xavier prides himself on being very mellow and honest. He may struggle a little bit with communication sometimes but overall it is impossible to imagine this man getting upset especially towards you. Honestly, you can’t recall a time when you’ve heard him raise his voice in general never mind at you. Xavier is level headed, with a tight leash on his emotions. Nothing really bothers him that much anyways, he’s more of a pouty boy than anything
Rafayel
🎨Yes
Rafayel’s emotions sometimes get the better of him. You two definitely bicker here and there, you’re not strangers to a little bit of push back. But overall, Rafayel is more dramatic while you’re level headed. There was one time where a fight got a little out of hand, you had a bad day and so did he, so you two just ended up butted heads. One thing lead to another, then another, then low blows started flying and well? Rafayel hit the target dead on, and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face. Poor thing, he’s never felt worse.
Zayne
🩺Yes
Zayne has made you cry before, but not for the reasons you may think. When it comes to arguments? They’re not a thing. Very rarely will you two disagree on something, and it’s even rarer that the disagreement turns into a fight. Zayne can be blunt, too blunt sometimes, and way too in doctor mode. You had a rough day, got scraped up, and Zayne’s worry came out as a cold doctor scolding. He was so busy bandaging you up and reprimanding you that it wasn’t until you choked on a sob that he realized what happened.
Sylus
🍒No!
Sylus has never ending patience for you, a tolerance for your anger and bull shit so high you have yet to find his limit. The trick is, Sylus has no limit for his tolerance for you. He’ll take you happy, sad, angry, trying to kill him, doesn’t matter. Nothing you can do can send that man over the edge. Even your “fights” are one sided, and his calm demeanor ends up somehow calming you down too. So, no, Sylus has never made you cry, not once, and he never intends on doing so.
Caleb
🪐Yes
Caleb is gutted every time he’s made you cry. Obviously spending all those years together — from childhood to present — you’ll encounter several reasons to butt heads over something. But, those aren’t the reasons you’ve been reduced to tears. No, it’s Caleb’s actions that he didn’t realize would indirectly affect you. Y’know… such as getting blown up and then not contacting you to let you know he didn’t actually die… and you have to find out yourself.
"Yknow, I like that you never raise your voice." You murmur. Offhand.
You and Sylus weren't talking about anything before this. Just... sitting quietly in eachothers presence.
"...what do you mean exactly, sweetie?"
"Hm? Oh, nothing..." you trail off, shrugging. "I just... I dunno. I've never seen you get mad and yell at me, I suppose. I like it. I feel... safe, is all. Ah, wait, that sounds stupid saying it outloud--"
"Its fine, sweetie." Sylus murmurs. "I'm glad you feel safe with me. Considering we're in a relationship and all."
"But... Doesn't everyone get mad? I mean at some point you'll yell at me, right?"
"...what does yelling add to the argument, exactly?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, if it's to make you more upset, I could just make Mephisto take my side of the argument to tick you off," Sylus teases. "But I see no reason to restort to yelling with you, when we can talk it out just fine."
"..." you stare at him for a second. "I... but what if I don't listen to your point?"
"Then it's a dumb point. Sweetie, we can both be reasonable, you know that? Was there... someone you dealt with who wasn't?"
"...maybe." you shrug. "But... it's in the past now."
He nods. "...yes, it is. And if anyone. Anyone decides to yell at you again, they'll be apart of the past, too."
Sylus's introduction in the main story makes perfect sense now. He wasn't just angry and annoyed, he was so desperate.
"It's a shame your evol has deteriorated into its current state"
In every lifetime Sylus knows Mc to be the all powerful sorceress. He's impatient to see that side again.
He even repeats the same thing Mc continuously tells him in the 3rd myth, "After all you and I we're the same, true kindred spirits."
I'm convinced him trying to 'resonate' with MC was actually just a desperate attempt to find the linkage again. The linkage was the manifestation of their curse, proof that they were two souls intertwined. It had surfaced in every timeline, it had to be there.
He absolutely made MC shoot him so that the scene would feel familiar, maybe invoke a distant memory of another lifetime. (THEY ARE SO COUNT DRACULA AND ELIZABETTA CODED HELP ME LORD)
We don't understand just how profound his shock would have been when he was told MC was rejecting him on a soul level,
"-either rejecting you, scared of you, or disgusted by you."
It’s the way my heart ached upon finishing the myth because all I could think back on was how poorly MC treated him when the first met.
Which, was no fault of her own. She held no memories of their lifetimes together and was led to believe that he was the reason for Caleb and Gran’s death. Of course she’s going to act harshly towards him at first.
But still.
That look he had when realizing was easily mistaken for disbelief, maybe even annoyance.
But, it’s frustration, it was heartache. He was hurt.
on some nights, when the vast emptiness of deepspace is clear and quiet, the daturas in the tower courtyard bloom. the brave that partake in their poisonous perfume may dream beautiful dreams, where silverwings yet still fly, and love conquers all...
