“Sylus,” you shifted in his lap to face him, his brows lifted, lips stretching into a smile.
You slowly traced the line of his jaw with your thumb, the skin there was smooth from a recent shave. You still hadn’t spoke, just took in each detail your eyes could reach. The bridge of his nose, the lines where his eyebrows furrow and the silvery-white hair that framed them. Beautiful pieces of your lover’s human puzzle.
“I love being here. With you.” Your voice was quiet, but there was no denying the weight of the words that filled the intimate space between you.
“There’s no place I’d rather be, really. I…don’t think I’ve understood warmth until I felt it from your embrace.” You slid your hand into his to feel the warmth you described, it radiated beneath your skin like liquid fire, wrapped around you like it belonged.
“Sweetie…,” Sylus began, your voice broke in to gently interrupt him.
“Do you understand how much I adore you? How long you had to endure wearing the facade of a monster, when you’re the most gentle man I’ve ever met?”
His gaze faltered then, flickering down to your intertwined hands, this thumb idly drawing circles against your skin.
“May I ask what brought this on? These…thoughts. Praises…”
Your body fully settled into him, legs draped over his thighs, head resting on his chest. His heartbeat fluttered wildly, its sound pounding like a drum against your ear. Tracing the veins on his wrist, you hummed thoughtfully.
“I’ve felt this way for a while, now. But..I realized I never really expressed that and I should have sooner.”
The path that led you to these thoughts was one made of gravel. Your reunion with Sylus wasn’t exactly heartwarming, but like a neglected garden, your love needed plenty of water, sunshine and enriched soil to grow again.
And what bloomed was beautiful. Deep, red-black datura rooted themselves in your heart. Those roots sutured the gaps that his thorns had left before. Now, all you knew was the softness of his petals.
Sylus, the man with a floral scented soul, was speechless for the first time. After a moment, his arms tightened around you and he pulled you closer.
“I’m not used to being without a response when you speak,” he murmured before pressing a kiss into your hair. “As long as you know how I feel, that’s enough for me,” you replied.
“Your patience and acceptance…the kind words I often feel I don’t deserve, mean the world to me.”
Sylus cradled your face in his hands, he saw every version of you as he admired your features. He would remember them from each lifetime you had spent together, but this current one was growing to be his favorite.
One where your trust was earned, your touch softened and love honest.
“I love you for you, Sylus. Even the rough parts.”
An unfamiliar sensation washed over him, a mixture of warmth and relief. For the first time his eyes stung with tears and for once he let them fall.
“And I love you, in every universe. No amount of space, time or separation will ever change that.”
His kiss was gentle, reverent, maybe even thankful. This moment alone, with you curled into his frame, voices just above a whisper, was the best gift he could have ever asked for.
a/n: something sweet for Sylus since his birthday is approaching. I love my sweet dragon. 💛
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