⸻ @grxmincvdescxnce, together with shayne, after weeks of searching, after sun down. days after quest 002 there are no strings on me.
sylvie had been dreaming so deeply that sometimes it still felt as though she were stuck in a waking sleep. for so long she had seen horrible things in her sleep that she didn’t even know she was capable of calling it a nightmare. nothing scared her anymore. it felt days on end that she slept. there was one thing that took her off guard ⸻shayne’s face. she thought of shayne from time to time. afraid to let herself think too long on the last person she swore would be allowed to betray her. her heart if nothing else. humanity is such a fragile thing, but not without power.
when she did wake, it struck her with an urge so fucking powerful that it couldn’t be ignored. find shayne. a not so simple task, but one she was up to. luckily, her career wasn’t without many benefits, contacts everywhere being a helpful one.
with her knuckles finally tapping on the door, she couldn’t help the trembles of her fingers. animal instincts, the thrill of knowing shayne was near once again. after their last explosive goodbye, it felt like a precarious place to be. but sylvie couldn’t back away from the challenge, not when she was so close. when the door swung wide and put on her tamest smile, barely flickering with a hunger she couldn’t hide, “there you are,” she raises her eyebrows to express mirth, “did you miss me?” and she steps closer, propping herself into the doorway as an obstacle, rather than being shut right back out, “can i come in?”