You really like Sylus's apartment.
Maybe it's the low lighting, the warm lamps he has scattered around his home. Maybe it is the countless little reading and napping nooks he has for you. Shelves upon shelves of books and DVDs stacked up for movie nights. Or maybe it's his leather seats that you slide your thighs onto after a hot summer day in Linkon.
No… Perhaps the thing you love most about his home is the man himself. The way he's always sitting on the sofa after you have a hard day. Glasses perched on his nose, eyes squinting softly as he reads whatever book he's decided to pick up. He's gotten more into fantasy, enjoying the action and suspense of war, fairies, and dragons.
There is always music playing. It's soft and low. Other times high and lively as you two dance around the room together. Occasionally, it garners the attention of Luke and Kieran. They'll join shyly. Luke laces his hands with yours, letting him twirl you around as Kieran catches you.
There is always laughter in his home. Serenity, serendipity.
Even when the days are long and hard, sometimes bloody. There is always joy. Whether that is Sylus awfully humming a lullaby, Mephisto curling onto your lap, or maybe even the sight of the twins playing a stupid card game they spent their allowance on.
No matter the circumstances, Sylus ensures there is always happiness in his home. For a man who believes he is nothing more than a monster, Sylus is an oxymoron. It's funny, actually. Despite his life being dangerous, despite every awful belief he has about himself, his love is anything but that. It is warm. It is safe.
Sylus makes his home safe. Despite the wounds of isolation that scar his heart and mind, he still holds space for you. Still invites you into his hoard, allowing you to mess with every little thing.
Himself included.
