#psychee's asks

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I BLED THROUGH MY FUCKING JEANS

Welp! You know what that means! 😃🔫

OMG NO IM SO SORRY BABY 😭

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Okay so basically

My sister and I spent a few hours clearing out stuff from the side of the house, and she did 𝓷𝓸𝓽 want to. Neither did I, but she whined the whole time. So apparently she thought the best idea to get out of it was to injure 𝓶𝓮. So she hit me in the ankle with a metal shovel to try to break it. Failed, by the by.

Hit her in the head with the metal shovel and see if you can knock some sense back into her head

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He woke up and immediately regretted it. Sybil felt itchy, he was sweating a bit, and he felt congested as all hells. There were bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess, and Sylo lay sleeping next to him.

He kissed his beloved's cheek and got up to get dressed. He had to work the shop that day, and he'd already slept in late enough.

He smoothed out his hair and got dressed in his robes, blowing his nose with a soft groan. He felt like shit, but he had work to do. With a determined breath, he reached for the doorknob to-

"Get. Back. In bed."

Ah. Sylo had woken up. Sybil nearly jumped out of his skin but bravely kept it controlled. He slowly turned back to the bed, knowing he couldn't fool his husband.

"Ah, darling, I'm afraid I can't. I'm late enough as it is and the shop needs to open, so-"

"I wasn't asking. Bed. Now."

"... Yes, dear."

Sybil was no fool, he knew when to bend to Sylo's orders. And when it came to a sickness, he'd do well to listen to his husband.

Trying to fight the cough in his throat, he trudged back to bed and sat down on the edge. Sylo slipped on his robe and came up behind him, arms around his shoulders.

"You're not working today. I can handle the store. You, mister, are sick." Sylo said firmly, his head atop Sybil's.

"My beautiful siren, so caring... I will be just fine, it's just a head cold. It will pass before the sun is high."

"I'm not so blind as to ignore this. Now stay there."

Sylo got up, giving his husband a quick kiss, and headed downstairs to start brewing tea. When he returned, it was with a steaming cup of herbal tea and a cloth soaked in the hot water.

Sybil really believed he was fine, but it only took one look to know that his husband knew that he was not, in fact, fine.

THEY'RE SO CUTEEEEE

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What are you plotting... dear husband...

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Tis beautiful

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OKAY I KNOW HOW I WANNA DRAW SYLO AND ANGEL

A PAINTING

YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE GOING FERAL

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https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0bL5x7LrvzGvm4HZIJnt4B?si=SNGx92XgTuak_2tICHnHjQ&pi=eC1pGUNSS8OTL&pt=8ccd569dbe300bdab35666a21aa93be9

It didn't pull up 😭

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Go beg Spot and Race /nf /silly