«Well hello Kylar, did I ever told you how cute you are when you’re in my arms ? »
Kylar loves being held by you. They stare up at you through messy bangs, wanting to melt into your body and never leave you. Your presence is so calming that cuddling never fails to make them sleepy. Still, all it takes is one sweet sentence to get them all flustered. Breaking their gaze away from you, they bury their face further against you while smiling. (cute cute cute you think they're cute aaaaa help help) Their cheeks become your own personal heater. At your soft laugh, they whine.
'M not that cute..." They mumble, muffled against your skin. It's not that they don't believe you. But regarding your attention, Kylar will always be greedy, will always gnaw all the bits and pieces of meat from a bone you offer them. If they deny it the first time, you'll praise them again, right? Tell them they're wrong, that they really are cute? They're basically shaking in anticipation. Nothing else can give them the high that comes from your love. (No, you've never told them how adorable they look. Please do it again.)
"Robin would never do this to me" after kylar successfully kidnaps PC
"And Robin doesn't love you like I do!" Kylar spits out the words, glaring and baring their teeth, before shifting into a fit of giggles. "You're right... They'd never do this to you... They can't keep themselves safe, much less you. Tell me. Have they ever sat by and watched you get hurt? They have, haven't they?" They're grinning.
"They're pathetic. Not me. No, no, no- I'll make sure you never, ever get hurt again. You're safe here." Reaching out, they grab the wedding ring hanging around your neck on a necklace. While staring at it, their expression loses some of its fervor.
"...I love you. You understand why you're here, right?"
You say you love them. They have to believe you. Kylar wouldn't know what to do with themselves otherwise, it's what they remind themselves of over and over again to stay sane. You wouldn't lie to them, they're sure of it. But... How could your love be so different from theirs? If you loved them, why would you spend time with anyone else? (To them, your company is the only thing that makes them happy.) If you loved them, why don't you let them show it? (To them, there is no greater pleasure than talking about how happy of a couple you are to anyone within earshot.)
If you loved them, why does it feel like they're always giving more? More energy, more attention, more thoughts- Their love is one of sacrifice. All of their actions are dedicated to you, to your protection, to the preservation of your relationship. They spend hours making sure you're safe, to look after you and prevent you from making mistakes. Because it's always you. It's always been you, and it will always be you.
"...Are you okay?" They've just been staring at you without responding, a blank look in their eyes. Their thoughts are so bitter it makes them sick. "Look. I know it must be hard. If there's something I can do to make it better I'll try, but... You can't expect me not to have a life outside of you, Kylar. I couldn't ask that either. It'd be unhealthy."
They think of the tower of sketchbooks drawn full in their room, all of them with the same subject. Of the folders filled with pictures on their phone, of the stacks of underwear at the bottom of their closet, of the stacks of letters they'll never send. The flowers they've ripped from your garden, the stun gun and its heap of darts, the shrine in their locker. On their laptop, there's the keylogger attached to your device and with it a list of all your passwords. All of the audio files, stitched together into confession upon confession of adoration.
If they're supposed to care about anything else, to not feel empty when you're out of reach... Then they don't want their love to be healthy. Let it tear them apart. What would love be if it didn't hurt?
But they nod. "S-sorry. I didn't mean to make you upset."
It'd be impossible to tell you any of this. The love you feel isn't the same as theirs. You're better than them, so your feelings have to be too, formed from some sort of enlightenment they can't reach. Maybe what you feel is the 'healthy' kind, and they are too damaged (imperfect lesser tainted broken) to share in it. And yet, you love them still.
They melt against you, your wings wrapped around them like a second pair of arms. (So soft. If they could make their bedding out of it, they would.) Maybe they were once as white as snow, maybe they are now as black as the night and no longer exude the warmth they used to. Kylar loves you no less for it. They never asked for a being of absolutely purity: they simply asked for you. At this rate, their heart may overflow with pure, utter adoration, their chest tight and fingers shaking. No words could measure up to their feelings.
Your feathers brush against their nose and they tense up, for entirely different reasons. They sneeze, a highpitched, squeaky sound. You laugh, and it's so unlike how they are usually laughed at that they don't hesitate to join you. "That totally didn't ruin the moment..." Kylar sighs with pink cheeks, still smiling. "T-they're still so pretty..." They're a bit breathless, in awe. "Um, would you let me?" You spread your wings in front of them. Their fingers card through your feathers, smoothing them out and searching for loose ones that might bother you. They could spend hours like this, if it meant relieving you the slightest bit.
Pls BFF… kidnap me and take me to your home planet or sth and keep me as your little human pet 🤤
cw: mentioned oviposition
Who knew a little honesty could go so far?
"Really?! Aww, you should've said so sooner, cutie! This makes my job soooo much easier! Of course you can go back home with me!!" BFF bounces on her feet. She presses a kiss to your lips, her 'hair' curling around and cradling your face. It's warm and twitchy. A saccharine scent fills your nose that hits you like a brick wall, leaving you stumbling on your feet until she wraps an arm around your waist to keep balance. But both of her hands are on your shoulders.
Her pink eyes, dotted with hearts, glow. She moves one hand to rest on your belly, rubbing circles on the skin. Her boisterious excitement from before turns into something much more subdued. "It really is a shame... If you'd been honest earlier, I could've stuffed your tummy full with so many eggs already! Aah, we could've had tons of fun together! Mm- But then... To make up for lost time, you don't mind me staring now, right?"
"Hey Kylar! Lately I've been feeling like someone's watching me and following me around. It's kind of creeping me out."
(i love your posts)
They frown. “R-really? That’s-” And then they realise you’re talking about them. Creeps you out? It must be because you didn’t know Kylar was the one doing it, definitely, but they’re too nervous to tell you now. They don’t want you to think they’re weird, or hate them. All they wanted to do was protect you. This town is such a disgusting place after all. Maybe they can still do that. They shuffle their feet.
“…That’s terrible. I could, uh, walk you home, if that’d help… O-other places, too.” Kylar holds their breath in anticipation. As soon as you nod, they perk up with a smile. This still works! And, maybe, you two could even chat while walking…! Their hand latches around your wrist without thought. “You don’t have to worry anymore!! You’ll be safe! I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
"Kylar, I was avoiding you because I can't take your intense gaze... It just flusters me too much"
I'm not sure if I did this right, please correct me if wrong!
Some of the tension melts from their shoulders after you approached them, but not nearly all of it. At least you came back, at least you don't hate them. If never looking at you will keep you from leaving them behind, that might be a sacrifice they're willing to make. Their world loses its colour without you, and all they can think about is what you might be doing when they aren’t around.
"I-is that so? I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but..." Kylar never thought about the way they look at you. Maybe what's making their stare so intense is the fact that they want to commit every single little expression of yours to memory. How else could they make you come to life again using their pencils later? "I can't help it. You're really beautiful. ...S-sorry, is that weird?" Their words are followed by a short, high laugh. They can't look at your face at all anymore, tugging at the edge of their sleeve.
"I'm going to try better for you, really, I promise! But, um... Could you tell me if I do it again?" And unspoken: Instead of avoiding me.
