dragon baby

"Funny seeing you here, sweetie." Sylus drawls as he leans over your shoulder from behind. The nickname makes you bristle, though your stomach twists in a sick sense of joy. Your hatred for Sylus had evolved into something you couldn't, or rather wouldn't, name.

"What are you doing here?" You whisper, though your heart pounds as the scent of his cologne envelops you. He hums as if debating answering your question, stepping just close enough that anyone around would likely assume you're a couple.

But...would that be so bad?

It's hard to decide. Even harder when you can feel the heat of his body so close to yours, when his hand brushes yours in a featherlight touch and your heart pounds in your ears.

"I came to say hi." His tone is devoid of it's usual mocking lilt. You finally glance over your shoulder, meeting his eyes to study them. He tilts his sunglasses down as if to aid you, clearly hiding nothing.

"You could have called."

"I could have. But this is more rewarding." He smiles for a moment, but it's not in his usual condescending manner. It's almost as if he's...shy?

Does the big bad leader of Onychinus...have a crush on you?

It'd be funny if you didn't feel the same way.

You finally turn to face him, though you make a point to not step back, leaving the non-existent space between your bodies as is. It doesn't go unnoticed, and his smile grows a small fraction.

"There's a nice coffee shop down the street. It's quiet. And peaceful." His brow raises with interest, and his eyes flicker with joy.

SYLUS: Can you let me break this curse with a true love's kiss…? Please?

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE — Kitten Included

Real men will never do it after seeing this.

you struggle in his grasp with all of your strength, kicking and squirming and gripping and pushing, trying everything you can think of to just get him to let go of you. tears well up in your eyes and escape down your cheeks as you're no longer able to hold them back any more. he's like a brick wall, stubborn, unmovable, keeping you held to his chest, completely unphased by your little tantrum.

"caleb, j-just, just let me go! leave me alone, y-you're the worst! you don't c-care, no one cares! just- just let me hurt by myself, it's what i d-deserve,"

you weakly beat at his chest with the strength left in your aching muscles, your tears turning into sobs as you give up on fighting him off, slowly going limp in his grasp. you bury your face in his chest and hiccup as he begins to stroke your back in slow circles, his lips pressing to your forehead and staying there for a long while before he pulls away just a little bit to speak. you feel his breath brushing against your skin. his voice is slower than usual; he's taking his time to make sure you understand.

"i know, pips, i know. i've gotcha. i'm not going anywhere, okay? just sleep, i'm here. just sleep for me, baby. i love you"

"n-not fair, s'not fair, 'leb, just l-let me..."

"i'm not gonna let you, you know that. you're staying right here, okay? don't fight me, you know it won't help. you're staying with me until this passes, no matter how long it takes."

gothic horror is when The Thing is Of Your Own Making, the Location has a Deeply Bloody History, and the Outside is Wet and Cold and Is Caging You In.

He has prepared their dinners, so all you have to do is heat them up. If they spill something on themselves just wipe them down with a sponge and handtowel, no baths. Don't let them in the garden, because the littlest one tends to run into the street. No television, it messes with their eyes...

You don't interrupt or try to get him to hurry up. You listen and nod when he's done, and then wave goodbye at the door with the three pups. He can hardly concentrate at work, glancing at the clock as the hours tick by. He knows just how much of a handful his pups are. Will you be able to handle it? When the meeting ends, he's the first one to leave. The sun is setting by the time he gets home and as he strides to the front door he hears you say, "Get back here, you rascal!"

He bounds the rest of the way, unlocking the door and slipping in. If you're not being nice to his pups... He feels his hackles raise a little, but then he steps into the living room and finds all four of you crawling around on the floor, having a great time. This is the first time he's come home to see the babysitter managing all three at once. There are no tears, no bumped heads or bite marks.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

His pups squeal and surge forward to greet him, their little tails wagging.

"We're playing caterpillars!" They say, their words tumbling over each other as they talk about how much fun they've had.

He's only half listening, though. He watches you pull yourself off the floor with a tired but satisfied smile and begin putting away toys, and he almost keels over as his primal side tells him that he's just found the perfect mate. Together you put the pups to bed. He knows he should pay you and send you on your way, but he feels like he'll die if he doesn't talk to you.

He clears his throat and murmurs, "Want a drink?"

When your eyes light up, he knows he's made the right choice.