Undercover mission - Sylus X MC
[Door 04:] Knitting ─ .✦ Established relationship, MC has a secret ─ .✦ word count: 1.1k ─ .✦ christmas countdown masterlist!
It’s the tenth time now.
The tenth night in a row that he has pressed on that little camera symbol next to the usual call button, only to be declined with excuses he has never heard coming from you before; like, how you just got out of the shower and didn’t want him to see you like this (when he has seen you like that a bunch of times before) or that you were busy with a report that you urgently needed to finish (you guys do ‘work’-calls from time to time where you motivate each other to get your paperwork done and it has proven to be quite effective).
It seemed.. unreasonable at best.
Now, Sylus wasn’t the type to pry. When you said you couldn’t do the videocall, he simply took it as that and settled for a normal phone call instead.
He’s content just by listening to your voice, asking you about your day all the while thinking of what your face must look like when he makes a remark that leaves you flustered.
But when the call ends, and he is by himself again, he thinks about everything: the way your voice sounded, the excuse you made this time and how long it has been since you’ve been over or asked him to meet up. It has been quite a while, considering there has been an increase in wanderer sightings around Linkon recently, which have caused you to do a lot more overtime.
There are times he wonders if you miss him as much as he did you.
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“...and then we went for dinner with everyone from the west division. I haven’t seen the chief get this drunk before”, you giggle and he cannot help but smile himself.
There is a weird sound in the background which he has been trying to make out for the past couple of minutes. A little rustling here and there, something clacking occasionally that he cannot quite put a name on.
But you haven’t mentioned it at all when he asked you what you were up to; telling him that you were just snuggled up on the couch with a bag of chips to help you sober up from the drinks you had tonight.
Which is funny, because he hasn’t heard anything that would sound like that: no rustling of the bag, no crunching as you are ‘snacking’ on said chips.
He has been contemplating having Mephisto fly over to take a look; see what it is that you are trying so hard to hide from him that you wouldn’t want to see him over a video call.
Sylus is not the guy to be plagued by childish curiosity, but this time it seems like you are tempting him: it’s on his mind more often than not, every single option possible on his mind but they somehow don’t make sense at all.
You are talking and he can still hear it; the weird rustling, how you seem to be moving a lot, something continuously making a noise which his ears pick up but cannot form a picture around.
So this time he lets his instincts win over his usual discreetness.
“What are you doing right now?”
A gasp that is hard to ignore. As if taken aback by how straightforward his words are, you remain quiet for a moment, probably thinking of a possible explanation to give right now.
Then, finally, a nervous chuckle. “H-huh? Me?”
He hums.
“..I, uh.. I’m just- just sitting..! on my couch, you know, the usual”, another gasp escapes your lips, your voice suddenly sounds like it’s far away, as if you are walking around the room, “wait, uh, are you- no, is Mephie around?”
So, there is something you don’t want him to see.
“No, he’s not. I think the twins have taken him on a little mission last night and he hasn’t been around much recently”
An obvious sigh of relief - you let out a chuckle, “Is that so?”
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It takes all the power in him, not to say it.
The amount of times he catches you in a lie, the weird things you have been saying recently. It makes him confused, but mainly worried if there is something you cannot tell him; or at least feel like you can’t tell him.
And then, suddenly, a text message:
I’m coming over this weekend!! It’s important
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You look.. normal when you get to the onychinus base. There’s nothing that would indicate you had gotten into an accident, nothing that would seem like you had been injured which is why you couldn’t show yourself in front of him.
That is a relief. At least one of his worries is gone.
But what confuses him is how happy you look; a big grin on your face that tries to hide something, however, cannot. Not in front of him at least. You ask him to join you on the couch in the living room, a little giddiness laced in your voice that you usually have when it’s something you really, really like.
He’s even more confused now.
“Alright now close your eyes” He does, although hesitantly.
“And now put your hands out”
Something is placed into his hands. Something soft, barely heavy in weight, almost as if you put nothing into his hands. He hears you giggling and when you give him the okay to look, he finally opens his eyes.
A scarf.
A dark red scarf.
“Surprise! It took me like weeks to do this, because I had to re-do it once when I made a little mistake, but I just got it done in time!”
Sylus stares at you in awe, back to the big, cozy scarf in his hands and then back to your face again. And then he breaks into a smile, “So that’s what it was…” He starts chuckling quietly, thinking about the amount of times he had spent the past nights thinking about what you are doing. Now they make sense: the sounds, the excuses - all because you were trying to make him a gift.
“What do you mean?”, you plop down on the couch next to him, leaning up against his body with your chin nuzzling into his shoulder, “Do you like it?”
“I love it.”, he whispers, fingers gently running through the detailed stitches and how much work you must have put into this. You giggle and point at the little bag you put to the side, “I have matching gloves for Luke, Kieran and you as well. I hope I got your sizes right.. we can test it with them later”
“Sounds good.” he presses a kiss on your forehead, “Thank you, sweetie.”
“You’re welcome, honey.”
The twins love their new gloves; even more when they realize that Sylus has his own pair as well so they all could match. You also made a little wool hat for Mephisto that he lets you put on him for a picture, but immediately disappears into his secret stash.
What a lovely Christmas indeed.
