author's note: bruh i dunno what happened to me today, i was doing a-okay but i've had an insane migraine since the morning. 500 mg painkillers and 2 hours later, it's numbed down a bit... not enough. but a bit. :)) i've also started finding some solace in writing my cutieful qinche because i kin him and the writing flows very easily for me, not much to think, but also getting back into writing slowly and steadily :D gonna go for lunch after this and bag a starbucks iced latte mlem mlem (with salted caramel + grande) <3 as a good job to angel girl ena for trooping through it while i am sitting at work.

comfort, mentions of nausea and vomiting, sylus being the dadda he is :D

the date was planned after your work hours, and you knew the importance of it. sylus had gone abroad for some deals and this is your first time seeing him after two weeks. timezone differences, your hectic schedule at work, lack of rest, stress.. all of it had to come like a nail on the coffin today. you hate that it's happening to you... but you can't possibly get up. the ache feels unreal.

you struggle to open the apartment door, fiddling with the code and your fingerprint as you get inside, feet wobbly and a soft whimper echoing through you. you can slightly feel the aural migraine engulf your vision slowly. the idea of it, crumbling your heart. you don't want to ditch sylus... you both had planned a date in one of the most sought out restaurants.

then it lurches like weeds, the nausea in your nerves. you rush to the bathroom immediately, bending over the toilet and hurling your guts out.

it's then, that your phone vibrates. the familiar caller id and caller picture of your beautiful, gorgeous man. before you could pick it up, you hurl down the toilet again. the waves of nausea and the power it takes from your body only makes your head throb harder.

barely a minute later, the door to your apartment opens. it's sylus. "uh oh... don't tell me you have a surprise to show me after two weeks. would i happen to see a positive sign of test-"

"shut up, sylus." you roll your eyes, "i am not pregnant, just- migrainey-" you scoffed, pulling out the tissues to wipe at your face and flushing it out.

you're dry heaving now, when another wave passes through you. sylus somehow rushing next to you, holding your hair up gently. his hold almost makes you surprised... someone so dangerous, feared.. holding you like you'd crumble. "there there. it's okay. don't be embarrassed now, you're still pretty."

he smiles even before you could protest against him to get out of the bathroom, that you're okay. that he -- doesn't need to stay here with you and watch you wither miserably. "i'm sure meeting me after two weeks and finding me not dolled up is disappointing."

"why would i be disappointed when you're always a doll?" he purrs, gently taking the tissues from your hand and wiping off at your cheeks. his gaze so tender you almost think about .... if there was a hypothetical pregnancy test to show him.

"i'm sorry, just... you know..." your words fail you against his touch, his thumb rubbing slow, soft circles on your brow. it feels... liberating almost. and the ritual of him tending to you, makes you forget about everything else.

"don't apologize, you done? or is your stomach interested in tormenting you more?" he purrs, low rubble. careful not to raise his voice too much that it hurts your oversensitive nerves.

"m. done..." you pout softly, flailing your arms at him like a kitten for uppies. his kitten.

he picks you up, "there you go." holding you in one hand on his lap as he effortlessly walks to your kitchen, getting some water and a rice cracker. "you need to eat this, be slow. take all the time you need, mhm?" he is so gentle, like the spring breeze.

you nibble at the cracker, sipping slowly when he gets to the medicine cabinet, "say aaa." he smirks, helping you take your painkiller.

"there we go. good girl." the low rumble of his voice makes your inner child feel happy. like she's curled up in a weighted blanket against her bed. there's rain outside, thunderstorm and the comfort of a caregiver.

you don't know when you fall asleep on his lap. breathing softly as your chest rises and falls in tandem to his heartbeat. mephi comes in and before he can open his mouth, sylus puts his finger on his lips, brow raised in warning.

he needs silence.

his kitten is asleep.

"good thing i... let you hover around her." he whispers softly at mephisto. patting your booty and rubbing your back.