#lads rambles

Mmhh

It had taken you a little bit to piece that information together, having been too engulfed in him to see the whole picture. Hands and mouths everywhere, clothes shed and sheets nearly pushed entirely off the bed with all of the movement.

You had much more pressing matters to focus on, not quite processing the fact that the aether core in his eye was a burning beacon every time he looked at you. 

Though, Sylus had restraint. He kept his emotions on a tight leash, never quite revealing where he was until you had already fallen head first into his carefully placed trap. Except for this time, because even someone like Sylus could suffer from little blunders here and there. “Luke, Kieran, you’re back quite early.”

His voice was gruff, you sat a little ways down from him on the couch, pulling at your clothes to make sure they were in their typical place. 

“We accomplished your tasks pronto, boss-man!” Luke plopped down in one of the arm chairs, his proud smile hidden behind his mask. “Yeah, you seemed pretty stressed earlier, so we wanted to take them off your plate real quick.”

Kieran leaned against the back of the chair Luke sat on, both seemingly oblivious to their boss’ frustration. “You’ve got some hard workers, Sy.” You fan the flames, peeking down at his carefully crossed legs. You had been grinding on his lap no less than a minute ago, face hot and lips swollen from his countless kisses.

One glance up and you could see your teeth indents still lingering on his neck. “That… I do.” He dared to glance at you, tips of his ears still red, his eye glowing a near neon crimson. The twins carried on with their ramblings all the while. 

You felt a bubble of laughter swelling in your chest, how the twins could be so unaware of their boss’ debauched state was a mystery to you. I mean really, his eye was glowing. The laughter in your chest died as quickly as it threatened to spill.

His eye was glowing? 

You felt your face grow hotter, squirming slightly against the cushion as you mulled that one thought over and over in your mind. You stared at him, nearly unblinking, heart pounding. In all the months you had been with him, you had never realized you held such crucial information. Not that you’d ever use it against him in a serious sense. 

But oh, Sylus was so impossible to tease. And now? Now you have this.

Of course you wouldn’t dive head first into it, you’d test him first. You needed to see if your hypothesis was correct. If you worked him up, then his aethercore would react? You had to assume that was the case, but you’d feel quite silly if it wasn’t. Maybe it flared up when he was upset, or annoyed? But you had never noticed that in battle… 

“Are you okay?” You blink, unaware that Sylus was now staring directly back at you, that damn eye still bright. “No.” zero time to think, and if it meant the twins got out of your hair faster. “Boss-lady isn’t feeling the best, you two. I’ll be taking her to bed…” He struggles to pull his gaze away from you, briefly looking between the twins. “Thank you for handling things so quickly.”

His tone was final, not daring to move from the couch until both boys understood the underlying message and quickly bid you both a good night. 

“Someone’s daydreaming.” Sylus murmurs the second they are gone, unfolding his legs just as you crawl back over to him. “More like fantasizing.” You settle again, wiggling against the warmth of his lap before wrapping your arms around his neck. 

A soft groan rumbles his chest at the contact, and you see the light flare in his eye. “I’ll remember to give them extra tasks next time.” He leans forward to close the distance, but you can’t help but pull back. Utterly glued to his aethercore, mind reeling with the fact that it so carelessly displays his desires.

Maybe you should be glad it only glows for you… 

“Someone is still lost in her head, hmm?” His hands grip your hips, sliding down towards the swell of your ass. “Or is something weighing on her mind?” You mentally curse yourself for being so bad at hiding things from him. The carefully crafted plot to test your theory and use it as a way to tease him was dying right before you.

“Can I ask you something?” You’re moving closer, eyes dragging away from his eye to look at his lips. Lips that are swollen because of you, a sense of pride swelling in your chest. “Anything.”

“Does your aether core… act up when you’re aroused?” He blinks at you, a little stunned before a warm laugh rumbles his chest. “My aether core…” he starts, dragging you impossibly closer. “…allows me to see what others desire. It’s only fair that it can’t help but give away what I desire most.” Your noses brush, breaths mingle.

“It only ever glows for you.”

-°• Rafayel falls in love with the Goddess of the moon

-°• Warnings: angst with no comfort

Imagine Rafayel, the God of the Sea, falling for you, the Goddess of the moon.

Imagine you met centuries ago, at a Lemurian summit. It was one of the few times you were granted the ability to leave your perch among the stars.

Imagine you felt an unyielding gaze burning through your skull as you spoke with the other gods in attendance. As you whirl around, your eyes catch those of the Sea God.

Imagine you approach him, inquiring as to why he was staring so long and hard.

“I apologize for my brash behavior, my lady. But I do believe I’ve never seen beauty quite like yours.”

Imagine you instantly fall head over heels. You’d never met someone quite like him. Though, that wasn’t saying much, since you were typically isolated to the sky.

You dance into the depths of the night, only for you to be whisked back into the sky the instant the sun begins to creep back over the sea.

Imagine you only see him from afar; gazing down upon his magnificent form every night. You sit atop the moon, humming hymns of ancient longing.

Imagine he drifts idly among the waves, his eyes fixed on the moon above. He imagines having you down here with him, in his arms, drifting along with him. He fantasizes the way the stars may illuminate your skin as you dance among the surf.

Imagine you may only visit him once in a blue moon; when the sea and the moon become one. On these rare occasions, you’re permitted to join him at sea. He showers you in his love and adoration, his longings manifested in a night of hanging on your every word.

He shows you around his palace as quickly as he can, treating you to delicacies of the ocean. He shows you around the Lemurian markets, the merchants excited to show their wares to the rarely seen goddess.

Imagine as the moon begins to dip below the horizon, you begin to fade from his arms.

“I will see you again, my pearl. Do not fear,” he promises, resisting the urge to cry as you disappear in a plume of stardust. “The sky can’t hold you forever.”

Imagine he can hear your wails as you hang the new moon in the sky the next night.

Imagine his heartache ravages the seas, currents churning and sinking any unfortunate ship he stumbles upon. Hundreds of sailors are lost to his misery, the waters dragging them deeper into his distress.

Imagine your life revolves around him. You tug and pull at his tides, yearning for his presence.

Yet;

You could never have him, cursed to watch on from above.

Forever divided by the horizon that kept the moon from her sea.

Sometimes, Rafayel wants you to hurt. He wants you to feel an inkling, a tiny fraction of the pain you’ve caused him in each and every lifetime. It’s not fair. He gave up everything for you, and you’ve betrayed him again and again. The worst betrayal is you forgetting. How dare you not even hold on to the guilt, the shame, the sadness, the pain, just as he does? How dare you leave him alone in his misery? So sometimes, he wants you to hurt. He wants to say things to twist in the knife, to make you bleed just a few drops of what has gushed out of him every time you interact.

It’s only sometimes though. And each and every time Rafayel feels immediate shame and guilt afterwards. Guilt because he’s supposed to love you. He does love you. So why is it so hard sometimes? Why is it that when you are smiling without a care in the world it both fills his heart with love and venom?

<< previous warnings: doxxing...that's it. note: it feels good to be back T-T i missed you guys and i missed writing UGH, i hope you like this chapter !

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Superstar!Aventurine/Rafayel... who faces scandals and allegations that throw his fabulous public image into one of disgusting rumors and horrid lies that are repeated over. and over. and over again.

Superstar!Adventurine/Rafayel... who goes through countless cases, paying off settlements to stop the madness created by jealous rotten-to-the-core higher-ups who recieved rejections from the sparkling superstar, when he refused to play in a politicians hands to promote their money making schemes.

Superstar!Adventurine/Rafayel... who keeps his distance from you at all costs. What once was a strong tied relationship was now shattered to closed doors, unanswered calls, and the shake of his security gaurd's head when you demanded to see him.

Superstar!Aventurine/Rafayel... who didn't want to ruin your career. You were a reporter. Your job was just that, to report and spread out the words of his newest scandals, destroy his reputation like the rest of your collegues. Could you do that? Let the cameras roll while you announced the latest batch of court cases and tabloids that have spread about him? Would you?

Superstar!Aventurine/Rafayel... who nearly dropped his TV remote as he watched the latest live broadcast from his villa. Your face front and center, calling out the hideous faces who destroyed his reputation, of course without mentioning names... The targeted insults were enough to identify those devilish humans. "This is..." Finally, signing off with your name, and declaring your last ever broadcast to the viewers, "and I am permantaly signing off."

Superstar!Aventurine/Rafayel... who seemed to forget the words you told him over the phone. "I swear to god, if you don't answer me I'm cussing out every shit show who's ever hurt you on live televison!!" Despite it sounding more like a threat to yourself, you didn't have an ounce of hesistation in your voice. He hadn't known how far you'd take things. If he walked away from you a single step, you would come running a mile.

He could never pinpoint where your relationship stood. Whether you both were lovers... Friends? Rivals? Just an annoying pair? He couldn't tell... But whatever it was, it made him realized something far deeper in his heart...