its like i never left

You’re broke and have been friends with Sylus for years, with a lil crush you are sure he hasn’t noticed (he has but lets you go at your speed).

He’s never shy about helping you out financially (even if you buck it frequently).

Anyway you get to your breaking point and are like at the risk of being unable to pay rent, groceries like the whole shebang.

So Sylus, being the best bff ever offers you a place to stay and for him to financially support you. You refuse, claiming it wasn’t right to leech off friends like that.

So he, in all his logic, suggests marriage fraud. Because that would help him as well (tax benefits as his reasoning) and he wouldn’t mind a roommate.

So you agree after weighing the pros and cons (the cons are low but the main ones are obvs ur little crush and well…being in the same home as that Greek god-like body).

So he takes you to the courthouse and boom. You’re now Mrs. Qin.

Anyway it’s great and you two get along amazingly. The only issue is you feel like you are taking his chance of love away AND you feel guilty about the fraud.

You eventually come clean to your friend who listens to your explanation and then just slowly… “So… that’s not fraud. You just got married”

Which oops! Probably should have looked more into what fraud is and what you two actually did.

You tell Sylus. He seems…unsurprised. You bring up divorce and he just pouts frowns.

He asks if you’re unhappy. You’re not.

He asks if you dislike living with him. You don’t. It’s actually very nice (he preens a bit when you say this).

He asks if being married to him upsets you. You are a bit flustered at this point, but you manage to shake your head.

He shrugs and tells you that there’s no reason to divorce then.

You, in a final desperate attempt to make him see reason, tell him he’s never going to find love if he’s fake-married to you.

He responds that he is for-real-married to you and has no interest in anyone else.

You give up and only realize his wording hours later getting ready for bed.

You practically sprint to his room (basically next to yours cause he wanted you close by) and slam the door open immediately demanding an explanation for his wording of “no interest in anyone else” and try to ignore the fact you caught him half dressed cause he thought you went to bed and was DEFINITELY not brooding about you not reciprocating his confession earlier

He then gives you that perfect line “you should know very well that I adore you” and he watches your expression immediately go *ohhhh*

And yeah you certainly don’t get that divorce and Sylus is all proud of how he managed to get you to marry him so fast and you constantly bicker about how he did the proposal and confession in the wrong order.

He happily repurposes your room and makes sure you are comfortable in his space and don’t feel like just a roommate anymore.

Bit of angst/comfort

You’ve just returned from your first trip to the N109 zone. You are trying to blend back into life with constant thoughts of a certain white haired man - one who refuses to leave you alone - plaguing your waking and nightly hours.

Sylus spends the next few days in work mode. Refusing to think about your clipped short messages. He still finds a reason to message you at least once a day, but watching your messages get shorter and shorter finally forces him to face a fact that had been digging a hole into his soul since your first meeting.

He might have pushed too far this time.

You are back in Linkon now and have no reason to continue contacting him. He’s thankful for even the shortest message. He knows you will have additional missions in the N109 zone (either from the association or personally), so all he can hope for is you will reach out to him and accept his help.

So he continues on as if it’s work as usual. He accepts that you may never forgive him. That he may never get to hold you as he once did.

If anyone sees him he looks fine. Calm. Collected.

Only the twins see hints of what’s below the surface. He’s throwing himself into work, but anytime he has a moment alone he finds himself staring into nothing. Missing you. Missing even the sound of your anger and disgust.

He pretends it doesn’t bother him. The few times you do reach out to him, he acts like the prime example of control and confidence.

You don’t seem to notice he unnecessarily prolongs those rare moments.

When the day finally comes for him to need to step away for a time, he makes a promise to you that feels like a death sentence.

He doesn’t let himself think about you while he’s gone. He can wallow when he returns. There’s no actual danger of his death, he knows this.

But he made a promise and he will stick to it.

So when he returns he knows you won’t know if he’s alive or dead. But that the news would likely lead you to believe the later.

He doesn’t expect the way you blow up his phone.

At first he ignored them. He couldn’t afford the distraction while in enemy territory. By the time he’s back in the N109 zone he finally lets himself read them.

For the first time in what felt like months, something other than a muted acceptance fills his chest.

He finds you on the street. Finally hears your voice.

And you are angry.

Because he’d left. And you hadn’t known if you’d see him again. Hadn’t known if he was safe.

That hits him hard. Like a blow to his gut that instead of causing pain, causing a pressure to build and threaten to explode from him.

He smiles. He can’t help it.

He fucked up. He knows this.

But if you let him, he’d spend a lifetime making it up to you.