Rafayel rubs his hands like an evil fly whenever you order him to leave you alone because you need your two hours of personal care: showering, shaving, washing your hair, doing skincare and body care and haircare, painting your nails...
He might pout at first because it's less time spent cuddling, but he changes his mind as he watches you prance around the room putting on different serums and creams and oils, all while completely ignoring him.
He watches you from the bed, surrounded by pillows.
You look like a fairy working her magic or a mermaid dancing in the current, or a princess getting ready for the grand ball.
Either way he dreams of painting you like this, perhaps even sculpting you.
Bonus points for the way you smell and feel once you're done.
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When you come up with the courage to ask your boyfriend, Caleb, for a plushie to keep with your at night, he looks at you like you've just propositioned him to enter a polyamorous relationship with a third person.
But your eyes are sparkling, and your smile is lovely, so he lets out an "alright" before he even realizes.
So now, not only does he have to live with the knowledge of you sleeping with someone something else, but he has to choose it, too.
Yeah, Caleb doesn't really appreciate this kind of irony.
To make matters worse, it doesn't look like Gideon is willing to be helpful in figuring out a solution.
"just buy a plushie that looks like you."
How is Caleb supposed to explain that he doesn't want you hugging a plushie instead of him without looking like a lunatic? It's tricky.
So he pretends to forget, for the time being.
And you, on your part, pretend that Caleb is able to forget something that is about you. Every now and again, though, you slow down when walking past a toy shop, staring and the articles on display.
Sometimes, you even ask him, "What do you think of that one, Caleb? It's cute, isn't it?"
Caleb hums and nods, white knuckles and a tight smile.
He reaches a breaking point after going shopping with you and having to witness his girlfriend hug various plushies to figure out 'which one fit right'.
"I just want to explain how I feel without looking like an asshole."
"You are being one, though." Gideon's reply comes quicker than normal.
Caleb can barely keep from punching his shoulder.
"you are being selfish and you can't even see it."
"Elaborate."
With a tired sigh and a rub of his eyes, Gideon turns around to face Caleb, squaring himself as if he was about to explain long division to a toddler.
"we are gone for long periods of time. Your girlfriend is not trying to replace you. She just wants something to keep with herself when you're not there. That's why it's so important that you choose it."
Understanding dawns upon Caleb and his friend grins. "Do you get it now?"
That night, when you open the door to your flat, you don't see your boyfriend. Instead, you come face to face with a plushie version of him, clad in uniform and everything.
"what...?"
Caleb does appear from behind, grinning while holding the toy: "Here you go! Your very own, very exclusive, limited edition Caleb plushie!"
You let out a squeal and immediately grab it, hugging it tight to your chest. "He's perfect!"
Caleb, who's let himself inside, sneaks his arms between you and well, the smaller version of him.
"ah, ah, ah. Let's agree on one rule first: tiny Caleb" he points at it, "will retire once big Caleb comes back."
Rolling your eyes at your jealous boyfriend, you agree, but not before stamping a kiss on both their foreheads.
The thing with your boyfriend Xavier is that he's always... Observing you
He doesn't have a particularly keen eye for everything, in fact when he's uninterested (quite often really) he won't bother
But with you it's different. He could spend hours upon hours just watching you do your things and still feel like it's not enough.
You're just so endearing to him.
Sometimes he studies you because you have a way of moving, with grace and purpose. Sometimes it's the same stare one would give their pet. Other times, it's more akin to a human observing an exotic animal with a thousand questions in mind and no one to answer them.
Specifically he's staring at you now: you're both laying on the bed, a warm blanket and soft pillows hiding your bodies. For the past five minutes he's watched you yawn at least eight times and the way you eyes are closing against your will is telling enough.
Yet for some reason, you don't sleep. You grip your phone tight, tapping away like your life depends on it. You told him you're "almost done" and "quite finished" at least two times but still you don't budge.
It's when you almost drop your phone on your face that he decides to step in: he gently grabs your phone and puts it on the side table, shushing you before you can start complaining.
He pulls the blanket up to your neck and puts an arm around your waist.
"sleep now. With me."
There's nothing to fight anymore. You let sleep take you, along with Xavier, someplace else. Whatever you need to do can wait.
During your first months together, you notice Sylus sighs a lot- well, not a lot, just
Every now and then, just deep, powerful sighs.
At first you're convinced he's doing it out of stress, why else? And it makes you even worry a bit because he does it in your presence and while he does enjoy calling you "his headache <3" it doesn't seem read like a good sign
You ask him about it one day.
What's his answer? "I don't know what you're talking about"
It takes you some time but eventually you realise 2 things:
1) Sylus doesn't sigh out of stress. he actually does it to relax, the same way a kitten purrs before you've started petting it
2) he really is not aware of it (he wasn't gaslighting you lol)
So now, whenever the two of you are together, laying down on the couch or the bed, you wait for his chest to rise as he inhales, and then listen to him breath out and close his eyes as if he were falling asleep
Breaking up with your boyfriend Xavier but your dog, that was just a puppy when you got him and grew up alongside Xavier too, still walks up to his door
Like he rushes on the stairs, going past your doorstep and instead runs up to the familiar door and you have to physically grab him by the collar and drag him down to your front door.
And Xavier knows this, he has spied you two through the peephole (in his defense you were yelling and there was no way he couldn't hear you), he even endorses it by leaving small treats on the doormat, the ones your dog enjoys the most.
Every now and then the dog will see Xavier strolling in the building courtyard and run off, taking the leash with him and making you almost faceplant.
Xavier sees him and kneels down with his arms open as an invite, cuddles him with loving pats and then grabs his head gently to stare into his eyes "you know you're not supposed to get your mommy mad. I want you to be good to her, since I'm not able to anymore. I need you to look out for her, protect her, make her feel better. Can you do that for me?" And the dog licks his face.
But the thing is, Xavier knows that your puppy is something of a tether to you and if he was desperate enough he could use this as a lever to get closer to you despite the breakup. And yet, he won't do that, because it feels wrong. He still loves you and your dog as if nothing had changed, but if your feelings are no longer the same then what is the point in forcing you
He'll wait
He'll give the dog a treat, a headpat, a ball
He'll give you time and space and love from afar
You two are still his family, even if you don't need him anymore.
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The first time it happens you feel so embarrassed that you end up locking yourself in the bathroom.
Sylus is a collected (and sometimes perhaps detached) person. You're not. Let's start there.
A few months into dating you sort of fall into this routine where you go spend the night at his place once to twice a week. You would be done with your daily activities (work/uni) then make a quick trip to your flat to fix yourself up (it's a date after all) grab your bag and then get picked up by your boyfriend either with his car or his bike.
And it's been wonderful.
To be fair there are some days that drain you more than others and, sure, it would feel nice to just go home, get into your pajamas and just lay on the couch watching whatever is on TV just letting your mind declutter.
But still even if you're not 100% in the mood, once you get to his place and he starts treating you so well, you immediately feel better and tell yourself that it was worth it even if you are tired and the day has been rough.
And then it happens.
The day starts off pretty bad because the route of your bus has been changed due to roadwork, and you only find out after having been waiting for that very bus for half an hour, which immediately makes you late for your shift.
So by the time you get to work, the tasks have already been assigned and you're stuck doing what you hate the most but you can't even complain because, again, you were late.
The day is still not done yet because in the afternoon you're due for a presentation and your manager has clearly stated that she's counting on you doing a good job with the commission
And maybe it's because you've just spent the morning looking at all those numbers, or maybe it's the fact that your manager is somehow making you feel even more pressure but it doesn't go as well as you had planned.
You end up disappointing the commission, your manager the most importantly yourself.
5:36 pm Sylus >> remember it's date night kitten
5:37 pm Sylus >> I'll pick you up as usual.
You sigh. Right. Date night. Are you even in the mood for it? No really, no, but what you dread even more than that is the possibility of disappointing someone else today.
5:38 pm you << sure. See you later!
Thankfully though, your shift does come to an end at some point, and you finally manage to go back home, even though it takes you longer than usual because of the bus route change. It even starts raining a little bit and all you can think about is the fact that it would be a perfect evening to spend inside your house, eating warm food in comfy clothes and then go straight to bed curled up with a book.
But because you don't like standing people up you simply go inside, grab your overnight back and get out.
Sylus is already there by the time you're outside, so you just jump in the car and you drive off. during the trip You're unusually quiet and you're almost sure that sylus can pick up on that but even if he does he does not mention it.
At his place there are two bags of delicious smelling take out food waiting on the counter and you do feel a little bit better at the thought of having someone get dinner for you, but the atmosphere shifts once he begins doing small talk.
"so how was work today?"
Shit. It was shit.
"um. Fine. Tiring."
He hums. "I remember you told me you had a presentation, right?"
You feel like you're swallowing stones instead of chewed up food. "Uh huh. That was fine too."
Your phone pings and from the corner of your eye you recognize your landlord's profile pic. Rendered puzzled by the odd timing (it's around 7 pm) you take a peek at his text.
Hey I just passed by the house to take a look at the washing machine but noone was home
What? You've been complaining about the washing machine for almost a month and he finally decides to show up without warning on a wednesday evening?! And then has the courage to be passive aggressive because you weren't there?
But because the universe has decided to go all out today, you get another text from your manager this time. It's the file you spent all morning working on, with the caption "to fix by tmrw"
You feel your patience quite literally snap like a tree branch being stepped on.
Sylus, ever so observant, notices the way you've stopped eating and are staring at your phone screen, so he pops the question: "are you okay?"
Your blood boils and bubbles in your vessels. "Am I okay? Am I okay? No, I'm not okay! Today has been awful! I proved to everyone at my office that I can't do my job! My manager hates me now! I got to work late on the only day they had warned us not to because corporate was there! The washing machine has been broken for a month and I know that my landlord doesn't want to get a new one so I'll be stuck going to the laundromat for the rest of eternity! I stained my good sweater with oil at lunch and I just know that thing is ruined! On my way home I had to walk a bit more and I fell down and scraped my knee and hand! Oh, and I burnt my toast this morning, I turned it into a piece of coal!"
Sylus appears mildly startled by your outburst, but nothing concerning.
You, however, feel a freezing shower pouring over your head and immediately cool you down. You're so cold now that you realize that you've been raising your voice to the only man who did nothing but make you feel better.
Before you even realized it, you've run off and locked yourself in the bathroom.
It's one thing to embarrass yourself in front of your partner once in a while but it's a whole other thing to basically throw a tantrum like a child. You fear Sylus will never look at you the same again.
What's even worse is the fact that you've spent so much time proving to him that you're a grown, mature woman with a career and an attitude and all that. Now what? Is he going to dump you?
Is he going to stop hosting date night because clearly you can't handle it?
You press your head on the door and weirdly enough there's no noise outside. Has he left?
Eventually you come out.
I'll just grab my stuff and call a cab, there's no way I can take the bus at this time of the night.
The kitchen is all cleaned up, like a crime scene at the end of the investigation.
You head to the bedroom to grab your bag and find Sylus inside, freshly washed up and in his disgustingly expensive pajamas, and it startles you.
"oh my- what are you doing here?"
"I thought we were going to turn in early tonight. I'm getting ready for bed."
"o-oh. Right. Okay. Well, I'm just going to- get this. And go. Goodnight then."
"how about you kiss me goodnight later, when we're both in bed?"
"wait, you want me to stay the night?"
"I don't believe I ever asked you to leave."
"well, no. But given what happened at dinner, I feel like-"
"pardon?"
"I feel like sometimes you don't really see me as your partner."
That sentence makes you do a double take.
"sometimes I get the feeling that you don't want to rely on me, that you don't feel comfortable with me. You don't allow yourself to be transparent with me. I still have to convince you that I'm worth it."
Sylus, the most confident man you've ever encountered, appears genuinely hurt and resigned.
"I do rely on you." You insist.
"do you? You were so tightly wound earlier, I thought you were going to pop like a bottle cork. Why don't you just come talk to me when you're feeling like this?
"because I wouldn't be talking, I'd be venting. And I don't want to bother you."
He sighs. "You wouldn't. But I still can't get you to trust me on that. How about you get washed up, now. I want you to get as much sleep as possible tonight."
By the time you're back in the room, Sylus is under the covers with only a lamplight on.
You snuggle in bed on the other side and wait for the room to turn dark.
"I understand that."
Once it does, you speak.
"It's not that I don't trust you. I do, truly. I'm just used to doing things my way, on my own terms."
"I just don't want to take too many liberties, Sy."
"it's not about that. I'm telling you outright that you shouldnt feel shame sharing different aspects of your life."
"yeah but this was date night, it's no place to rant."
"it can be. I don't want you to force yourself to pretend for the sake of the evening. Date night is just another way to say eating together and then watching TV. In fact, if it makes you less comfortable, I'd rather not do date night at all."
Silence dawns on the room.
Sylus turns to you, convinced that you're being quiet to get this conversation over with and is met with your big wet eyes instead.
"I'm sorry. I just don't want you to deal with my stuff too, I know how difficult your job is, you must be stressed out already. But. If me keeping it all to myself makes you feel even worse, I'll share more. Even if it's just complaining that a lady at the bakery cut the line."
He smiles, reaching over to side hug you. "Thank you, kitten, I really appreciate it. Now, what are we going to do about that washing machine?"
