misty

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fem!sylus x fem!reader 🐦‍⬛

When you do your first looks at your wedding day, to say you were blown away is a understatement. Sylus steps in the room as you turn around, your eyes immediately watering at the sight of her. She's also wearing white (which she purposefully kept a surprise from you), matching your own gown just with a more defined silhouette. Her hair that she usually keeps down and effortlessly messy, is tied in a loose braid, beautifully decorated with flowers. The memory of you two in the valley in springtime flashes in your mind, the dam finally breaking as your burst into tears. It finally hits you that this is happening, and soon she'll be your wife and you'll be hers.

She steps forward. "You'll smudge your makeup, kitten," she teases but her hands cups your cheeks, brushing your tears away with her thumb.

You try to respond, something about how you two match and how pretty she looks, but it all comes out garbled and messy. Her hands never leave your face, chuckling, though you don't miss the way her eyes tear up the same way as yours. For a moment it feels like the world stops, just the two of you in the room.

"You look... b-beautiful... and I... I love the feathers on your dress," you ramble in between sobs, your hands restless on your sides. You want to pull her close, you want to kiss her, run your hands through her hair, anything. But you don't want to ruin her look, so you resist, knowing you can save it all for later. Instead, you take her hand in yours and plant a kiss on her knuckles, and another to her ring finger. "I love you... so much..."

Sapphic Love & Deepspace Week ⋆˙⟡ Day 3 - Weddings 💍✨

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some fun tidbits:

they're crazy competitive with each other. kitty cards get just as intense as when they battle wanderers together. sylus wins most of the time but when mia wins, she brags 100x more purely to annoy him

their relationship is loud. purely because of mia, whether she's getting ragebaited or just squealing from happiness. funny enough, she gets shy way too easily despite all that so |･ω･｀)

"in every life, we will find each other..."

myth watercolor ensemble complete!

Since Caleb's new card I've been thinking abt this corpse bride au for him

doodle below;

"Rafayeeel...!" The doors to the living room open, your lover's favorite yellow cardigan wrapped around your shoulders as you waltz in.

His face lights up immediately. "My peaaarl!" He mimics the sweet way you call out for him, pulling you to his lap. "What's wrong, cutie?" He kisses the top of your head, adjusting when you snuggle closer.

You smile at his tone, loving the way he's always playing along with your theatrics. "I miss you," you sigh against his chest, as dramatic and whiny as you could. "What's keeping my husband away from me? I'm getting sooo lonely..."

"Lonely?!" He gasps, just as dramatic, and you stifle a giggle at his performance. "Did I let my work get between me and my beloved?"

You nod solemnly, sniffling for added effect. "It's been hours since we've cuddled... and it's so, so cold..."

"Unacceptable!" He smothers you with kisses, from your forehead to your cheeks, earning a muffled laugh from you. "Thomas, move our meeting to next week."

"Oh, my sweet fis- Thomas?" You look to your left in horror, and indeed Thomas was there, looking like he just aged 5 years from... whatever that was. You scramble off Rafayel's lap, ignoring his complaints, and rush to make yourself look more presentable. "Thomas! I didn't know you were- that was- we were just being stupid!"

You smack Rafayel's arm to shut him up, embarrassed beyond belief. "Ow, cutie!"

"It's fine," Thomas holds his hand up, already packing his things to book it out of there. He's seen enough. "Rafayel's been zoning out already anyway." He gives Rafayel one last exasperated look and reminds him of his commissions, before turning to you. "Newly weds, I get it. Enjoy it."

He's out in record time. Once the doors close, you give Rafayel's arm another good, hard slap.

"Cutie, stoppp! What did I do?"

"You could've warned me that you're in a meeting!"

tags: drabble, alcohol, sfw, fluff, drunk! sylus, clingy! sylus, love confessions, sylus cries (he’s being a little dramatic), basically you babying sylus for the entire fic

you’re not quite sure how it ended up like this.

you know that sylus’s alcohol tolerance is average (he had told you so himself), but you didn’t imagine that it’d be anything lower than yours. it had started as a joke, while the both of you were slightly tipsy; you had said something about wanting to see him drunk, curious about if he was sleepy, clingy, or whatever else while in that state.

and now, you’re here with your giant, six-foot-three boyfriend who is hanging his head over your shoulder and clinging to you like a weighted blanket.

“sy, baby, you’ve got to get up,” you rub his shoulder, “i think you need some water, honey.”

sylus grumbles in that low, frustrated tone that you only ever really hear when he fails to get a plushie for you at the claw machine.

“no,” he says, stubbornly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as if he can avoid responsibility by hiding there.

you have seen sylus tipsy before, but not quite as drunk as he is now. he’s flushed from the tips of his ears and down to his chest, mumbling and groaning like a tired kid after a full day at the amusement park. not only has he been stubbornly sitting on your lap for the past two minutes, but he’s been leaving little wine-stained kisses all over you face.

“i’m serious, sylus. i think you’re a little too far gone.”

“ ’m right here, kitten,” he slurs. “how can i be far?”

“exactly my point, my love.”

with a heavy head, sylus looks up at you, gaze a little unfocused from the buzz. there’s an almost youthful innocence to him, his eyes round like a big cat; the complete opposite of the internationally-wanted criminal the world knows him as. you’re tempted to call him adorable.

“i could never be far away from you, ever. it’d kill me, kitten.”

you raise a brow at him, “that was quite dramatic there, sy. are you sure you don’t need the water?”

sylus frowns, “don’t.”

you laugh, “don’t what? give you water?”

he purses his lips in a way that looks like you’ve offended him. soon, unsteady, large hands come up to cup your face, staring into your eyes with a softness.

“my feelings are real. i belong with you in every lifetime.”

sylus has always had a habit of confessing his love to you at the most random time of day–you like to call it his shakespearian impulse–but you didn’t think it’d stay while he was intoxicated.

“oh gosh,” you laugh, truly taken aback. “even when you’re drunk, you’re a romantic! this is so cute.”

sylus, however, does not find this situation to be cute at all and frowns at you, his brows squished in frustration. at first, you think that he’s just pouting, the way drunk people tend to. but when you see the watery shine in his eyes, you soon realize that you are completely wrong.

“oh my god, sylus, are you crying?” you panic, grabbing a small napkin from amongst the mess of half-eaten steak and sticky wine glasses and bringing it to his face.

“no… it’s the sun. it hurts my eyes,” he mumbles, despite the fact that you are, in fact, wiping away the tears running down his cheek.

“the sun, right…” he is way, way too far gone. “why are you upset, my love?”

sylus stares at you in an almost accusing way. you’re sitting there in silence for an awkward five seconds before he leans in, pressing his face into your chest.

“yudisayit.”

you blink, “say that again for me, baby?”

he sighs as he pulls back, just enough to look you straight in the eyes. there’s a very determined look on his face, though you still feel like you can’t quite figure out what’s going on in his mind.

“you didn’t say it,” he repeats, “say you belong with me.”

the serious tone of his voice makes it near impossible to stifle the laugh that comes out of you. that’s what he was so upset about? thank goodness no one has ever seen him drunk but you.

“oh, sylus,” you coo, tilting your head so that you can plant a soft kiss to his cheek. “of course i belong with you. i’m sorry i didn’t say it back quickly enough.”

“in every lifetime,” he insists, “together.”

he’s so terribly cute.

you pull him in for a hug, kissing his forehead, then nose, then lips. he stares at you in awe, like you put the stars in the sky and the ocean on earth, full of love for you, like he always is.

“in every lifetime, together.”