sylus sleep-talks. like, a lot. most of the time, you don't know what he's talking about - he'll spout random quips about business deals and protocores. sometimes, he'll start talking about dragons and sorceresses. on ocassion, he'll say something that sounds coherent, and you'll start a conversation with him, exchanging dialogue - but he's asleep the entire time. he never remembers what he'd talked about after he wakes up, but enjoys listening to you relay whatever he said to you the next morning.
one night, after you finish showering, you head back into his room. he's already asleep and snoring quite loudly. mephisto sits on his perch in the corner of the room, also seemingly asleep. you walk past the bed, and sylus suddenly sits upright, staring straight at you. you flinch, but then see that his eyes are unfocused. he's asleep. you grin at him. "hey, sylus, what's-"
"who's behind you?"
your breath catches in your throat. sylus stares at you through heavy eyelids. your eyes shift sideways to where mephisto is, and you see that he's awake. he tilts his head to the side. "caw?"
"what-"
"who's behind you?" sylus repeats the question, his voice monotone.
you turn slowly, clutching your towel to your body. there's no one else in the room. you release the breath you've been holding and turn back to sylus.
"no one's here. go back to sleep."
he shrugs, then flops back down onto the bed heavily. he starts snoring again as soon as his head hits the pillow. you look at mephisto again. "mephie, what the hell was that about?" he turns his head to look at sylus, then to you, then tilts it before going back to sleep.
you get dressed quickly, and crawl into bed next to sylus. you sleep with one lamp on that night, and your gun on the nightstand next to you, just in case.
