#headache

you’ve not been moving around? FATIGUE!

you’ve been standing? FATIGUE!

you’ve been sitting? FATIGUE!

you are simply conscious? FATIGUE!

you’re sad? FATIGUE!

you’re apathetic? FATIGUE!

here are the first and second editions lol gn reader, reader has hair, soft hurt/comfort wc: 540

Sitting beside Sylus on the couch, both occupied with your own activities. A headache has been lowly throbbing in your skull for a little while, easy enough to ignore, but it's slowly grown in intensity. Eventually, it reaches the point where it really starts to bother you.

You let out a soft whine, slumping over to lie curled up in a ball, your head pillowed in Sylus's lap. He hums, letting a hand fall to your hair, running his fingers in hypnotic patterns across your scalp. Your body relaxes a bit under his touch, though not as much as he'd like.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" He murmurs, pulling his gaze away from his work to focus on you instead. He tsks, gently trailing his fingers up and down your jawline. "Does your head hurt?"

You don't give a verbal response, just curling up tighter and nuzzling closer to him with another whimper. You hide your face in his waist, sheltering your eyes from the light in the room.

"Poor thing," he murmurs, sighing softly. "Do you want some medication?"

You nod, and he easily brings over the bottle of pain meds with a pull of his Evol. He shakes a couple out into his palm before tapping your forehead.

"Up," he commands, and chuckles when you stubbornly shake your head no. "Come on, kitty. Just for a few moments."

You sit up with a little groan, and Sylus rewards your efforts with a few soft kisses to your forehead, though not without a slight smirk on his face.

He taps your lips with two fingers, slightly raising an eyebrow. "Open," You do, and his eyes light up a little bit at your obedience.

He places the pills on your tongue before pressing a glass of water to your lips, slowly tilting it upwards and watching as you swallow them. "Good."

He places the cup back on the side table and lies back against the couch, opening his arms invitingly. You don't need any further coaxing to climb into his lap, burying your face in his chest with a world-weary sigh.

You feel Sylus's chuckle rumble through his chest as he threads his fingers back into your hair, gently scratching your scalp as you stretch a little before relaxing into him with a hum.

"You want to take a nap, sweetheart?" his voice is soft, holding a quality of warmth and gentleness that conveys his hidden worry. When you nod, he presses a kiss to the top of your head, dimming the lights with his Evol and bundling you closer in his arms.

He holds you just tight enough to feel content and secure and safe, and your body going pliant and boneless in his grasp is all the indication he requires to know he's giving you just what you need.

"Sleep," he whispers as you snuggle closer, slowly smoothing his warm, heavy hand up and down your back. He's so solid against you, the size and strength of his body a comforting assurance of safety. His heart beats for you. You're in the safest place in the world, and that knowledge runs innately through your veins. You're already starting to doze.