Little married life thought with Sylus
Thinking about you and Sylus are married and go to a fellow Hunter's wedding. He's still known as Skye to everyone, the very very attractive fruit vendor who still needs a little work at karaoke. Sylus finds the ceremony boring and lackluster (because how could it ever compare to yours?), and he's not exactly excited that the reception is at least six hours long. But you're having fun, keeping him engaged, and leaning into him for comfort.
"Reminds me of our wedding," you tell him during dinner. "Should we be one of those people who go and renew vows every few years? No, that's too much, way too much money."
"The issue, yes, I know. Just seems wasteful right now."
"Say the word, and I'll make it happen. If you want to recreate our wedding, I'd be happy to."
A light tap on the shoulder, a quick kiss on the cheek.
After dinner, the host asks all the married couples to come to the dance floor to see who's been married the longest. Even though he didn't feel like getting up there, he can see how excited you are. Sylus finds your eagerness to show everyone that you two are married endearing and helps tug you up from the table. They start a slow song, and Sylus pulls you close with his hand splayed across your back, his other hand clasping yours over his heart.
The host tells couples to sit down if they haven't been married for longer than a certain amount of years. When the host says longer than five years, you start pulling back to sit down. But Sylus tightens his grip, and his eyes scream, "Humor me just this once."
Because in his mind, you and him have been married and bound together across worlds and centuries. You two would beat out every other couple here in a heartbeat -- but that'd be too hard to explain, and everyone would assume that you're lying. The longer he stays on the dance floor, the more you understand what he's trying to say. You're more than happy to receive the confused glances of your friends and coworkers until Sylus takes you back to the dinner table when the host says longer than ten years.
His hand feels so warm, and you can't tell if the heat in your cheeks is from the alcohol or just, him. Sylus remains highly capable of flustering you, even to this day. As you both sit back down, Sylus refuses to let go and pulls you closer to whisper in your ear, "If only they knew, sweetie." You can't help but smile, maybe giggle even, as he makes a show of kissing your entwined hands without looking away from you.
Extra: during speeches, he tells you quietly, sounding all smug, that he wouldn't mind recreating the night after your wedding reception on a daily basis.