kyros likes humming, and sylus thinks its the sweetest thing in the world.
when doing his little tasks, crafts or mischiefs, heβll always know it kyros behind it. because during each and every set up, thereβs a distinct string of mindless βhmm, hmm hmmsβ in a small heavenly voice he can listen to all day.
his first song was βtwinkle twinkleβ, and sylus would always press his ear to the wall of the nursery just to hear the βhmm hmm βtaw, hmm hmm aβweβ of his baby lulling himself to sleep.
then heβd hum your own songsβthe ones that get stuck in your head, but its just the one line over and overβ then heβd hum cartoon credits, the bubble pals themes, a warbled but his best rendition of sylusβs classic records. he even hums lines of dialogue if itβs said in a pretty enough tune (his favorite is lukeβs joking βbut mooom!β turning into βhhmmaam!β)
anyway, sylus loves it. but kyros never does it on command, so he has to sneak around to tune in.
around the corner, as kyros stacks a bunch of very expensive blocks up to a tower, sylus hears a particular melody. always one to pause for a second and listen, he does.
his skin prickles. in terrified, nostalgic horror. memories of being undercover; chains and lights, a sweeping choreographed dance andβ
βhmm hmm twiggur, hmm hm hmm kan!β
βkyros!β sylus exclaims before he can stop himself.
βi here, papa!β kyros yells back. just then sylus rounds the corner, footsteps heavy and quick as he makes a beeline for him.
kyros giggles when sylus lifts him to eye level, arms corcling around his neck instantly to a little embrace.
sylus nudges his cheek, hiding the anxiety. βare you okay? how was your day?β
βmm, okay,β he says leaning onto sylusβs shoulder. his humming long gone now.
βwatch any movies?β
βno.β
βlisten to songs?β
βhmmβ¦ no, papa.β
sylus grinds his teeth. βrightβ¦ okay. what were you humming, angel?β
kyros grins a little. always shy when asked that. βwhat hum?β
βhumming, that songβ you, you were singing a little too.β sylus breathes through his nose, keeping himself steady. βlet me hear it again?β
kyros hides his face in his papaβs neck, smiling in embarrassment. βno, thank you.β
βno, cβmon.β sylus sounds eager. but he isnt. not really. oh, if kyros could understand how consumed he is by this unbelievable humiliation, maybe heβd do his dear old papa a solid and be more compliant now.
he knew exactly who the culprit was, infiltrating his sonβs precious humming playlistβ his favorite artistβs setlistβ but needed confirmation. βplease, angel? for papa?β
βno!β kyros laughs, unused to seeing sylus this way.
sylus groans. βwhere did you hear the song?β
kyros is almost giddy to admit. βmama phone.β
clocked it.
setting his giggling, absolutely hysterical son down on the carpet, he barely makes it a few steps before he phases away with his evol to capture the convict.
he can hear you, running down the halls and giggling yourself.
he prays, for your own sake, you run fast enough.
