brainrot baby

giving them food without them asking for it

randomly bringing them flowers

holding a door open for them

pulling out their chair for them

guiding them with a gentle hand on the small of their back

making them lunch to take to work with them

fixing their clothes or hair

giving them a massage

talking casually about a shared future

showing them their appreciation for them

waiting at home to say hello when they come in

paying complete attention to them

giving them a casual, but thoughtful compliment

writing them a love letter and hiding it for them to find

showing them something that reminded them of their partner

humming a song to calm them down

giving them a quick kiss whenever they pass each other at home

casual grabbing their hand and swinging it back and forth

rosy hues (close up bc the low quality of sm🥲)

"You've already used your favorite wine glass. You're not going to taste it?"

"Good girl."

Under the Moonlight

[ Sylus ] 🎂🎈

Sanguine ~ Astarion Ancunín

But imagine the first time MC sees Sylus in a more disheveled state. Not exactly because he's injured, but just because he's tired.

MC goes to the Onychinus base unannounced, because they've been apart for a while and she just felt like seeing him. Luke and Kieran had told her that Sylus was upstairs, so she enters his penthouse and looks around for him until she notices the lights of the bathroom on and the door open.

The image that greets her is not the usual Sylus with the impeccable appearance that she's used to, but instead, is a Sylus who's hair is a bit messy, the dark circles under his eyes are prominent and the most "shocking" thing: he has grown a bit of facial hair.

A soft "Oh..." scapes her mouth. She doesn't comment on his appearance, but her surprise is quite evident.

She's caught him in the middle of shaving and somehow, she feels she's witnessed a scene she wasn't meant to see. But Sylus notices her panic and extends a hand to invite her inside.

And suddenly, with sharp clarity, he remembered who he was and what he was here to do. He remembered the plan he had to put into motion. He scrambled at the opportunity, the last ditch attempt to charm and lure her away. But he could not do it. He danced with her and he forgot himself, in the movement, in her body, in her glorious, wild laughter. He had never heard anything like it. Is this what birdsong sounded like? So alive, so free. Despite himself, he had smiled and he had laughed along with her. He could not remember the last time he had truly laughed. He had felt a strange warmth in his chest, a glorious sunbeam he had managed to trap in his fingers that he didn't want to let slip away.