sylus who not-so-secretly hates your period...
sylus x mc / angst ! / implications of third myth spoilers / sfw / mentions of death + wounds
not in the way you may think. of course, the man doesn't mind blood getting involved when the you both get intimate by any means. it's seeing you in such pain day to day that brings back vivid memories you've luckily (?) forgotten.
days on end, the repetitive cycle of such excruciating pain, a pain you fought so desperately to ease, to end, to finally experience the peace that lies on the other side of eternity. the pain that coursed throughout your entire body, like open wounds being repeatedly punctured and massaged with salt.
a pain that had no cure, no matter how hard you tried. what you tried.
all he could do was stand there, watch you suffer. there was no action he could take, nothing he could even attempt to provide that would take even an ounce of the weight off of your tired body. he was hopeless.
he remembers that some days, even his words weren't enough. telling you to rest, reassuring you that soon, you will get your wish. that soon the two of you would live normal, mortal lives alongside each other. even when he established your future, plans of building your ideal home together, moving in together, getting engaged, growing old together.
you both wanted nothing more than to experience life in a new light.
yet, no matter how much he spoke, how much he attempted to convince, he could never miss the hesitation behind your eyes. the skepticism.
this... curse was bestowed upon you, the one person in his world who couldn't even try to deserve such torment. the only person in the world who gave him purpose.
even now, as you lie curled up on his silk bedsheets, all he can do is watch. stand by, provide any support you may need, if you may need it.
but, it's different in this lifetime. now, the pain is nowhere near as bad as you once experienced decades ago. now, he is able to provide for you, even if the relief is only temporary.
he's able to be present, have you use him however you see fit to comfort yourself. he no longer has to watch you strive to release, to watch you look forward to finally meeting your end.
now, all you request from him are some painkillers, some water. his presence.
the minute he enters the room, you peer up at him with watery eyes. immediately, his expression softens, and he quickly holds out everything you asked of him. two pills lay in his right hand, and he holds a tall, clear glass of water in his left.
you give him the slightest smile, the only movement you can muster from the constant ache in your abdomen.
"head up, sweetie." he coos, setting the glass down on the nightstand before his hand finds it's way to the back of your head.
gently, he lifts you. you huff a bit at the sudden shift, but you know everything will get easier once you get the painkillers down.
swiftly, he slides into bed with you, letting his broad shoulder hold the weight of your body.
he holds out the pills to you, allowing you to take them at your own pace. he gently massages your belly as you drink, watching intently as you swallow.
you nod your head once you're finished, handing the now empty glass back to him.
sylus smiles softly, allowing his evol to place the glass right back atop the nightstand.
as thanks, and also selfishly seeking his warmth, you curl into him, arms wrapping around his waist to seek out heat and friction.
he hesitates for a moment, tensing up slightly. the realization hits him, hard. the realization that you truly aren't going anywhere. that you're here to stay, that you won't be gone by the time sunrise meets the horizon.
that you're safe, right here, in his embrace.
not because you’re forced to, but because you chose to.
he places a hand atop your head ever-so-slowly, his fingers curling into your hair. he holds you closer, pressing his lips against the soft skin of your forehead.
he sits there for minutes on end, taking it in all at once. comprehending that you are truly are okay. that there’s no impending doom around the corner. that you both still have time together, and he’ll be dammed if he lets anything attempt to disrupt that fact.
there you lay, in his arms, eyes closed. your eyelashes gently rest atop your cheeks. he can hear your soft breath echoing through his ears, feel your chest rising up and down against his body.
you lay fast asleep, alive. at peace. and sylus realizes that maybe, maybe this life will provide for you this time.
