something crazy - sylus _ fem ! reader | fluff, fluff, fluff drabble.
there's something so utterly infuriaring about you.
if you were being absolutely honest... you couldn't figure out what was going in your mind when it came to him. it seemed like a very tight knot came undone in a matter of seconds when he smiled to you. there's something so infuriating about him and you don't know what it is.
it wasn't the way he dressed. sylus although heavy into darker colors; he always looks so handsome. so it can't be that. it can't be the color of his hair nor the softness of his eyelashes. it can't be his intense eyes. they're like staring into absolution. your shoulders would relax when you stood by his side. so it wasn't any of those things.
you'd often sit at night - asking yourself the same question. over and over again. you just needed to figure it out. did you hate him? did you want to be his friend? what were these things that you were feeling?
and soon enough, you understood it.
a man like sylus was honest and you couldn't fathom that. he was sweet as nectar. not even on a good day could you think of a solid insult for him. having that thought alone seems insulting at times. he could annoy you, but you respected him.
he was n109's terrfying feat but,
he was so sweet.
fuck, you shouldn't have accepted this outing.
the beach waves crash in your ears and you stare into the sea.
this is why you avoid sylus.
he's always so honest. he doesn't care about anybody else and you had never cared about anybody else. you were sharp to society's standards with women and you couldn't afford a misstep. you were in the highlight of your hunter's career (let it be for better or worst.)
but now, until the beach's red lights - you can't help but be lost in him. he's enjoying the music that plays from your phone. you were sure that he'd hate this sort of thing. you wanted to find something, anything that proved your point but it seemed like all he really cared about was being with you.
"you're having fun." sylus says, matter-of-fact. and if you had more fire in you, you would've argued back.
but when everything's stripped to core, he was right.
you enjoyed being with sylus.
"i am."
for a second, you can see the surprise on his face. the feral kitten had let herself be pet. you think he'll say - that he'd tease. but instead his cheeks flushes. your heart pounds at the unexpected and you found yourself looking away as well.
how cute.
both of you are so weird tonight.
your shoulders are brushing together and you feel like a teenager with a crush. when you're trying to read his body language and it seems like everything you know about flirting is dust. it makes sense that you do. you've never liked anybody before sylus.
"do you like the moon?" you ask timidly and sylus can only hum.
"i think she's beautiful." sylus answers,
but never once is he looks at the moon.