#psychee's asks

Welp! You know what that means! 😃🔫

My sister and I spent a few hours clearing out stuff from the side of the house, and she did 𝓷𝓸𝓽 want to. Neither did I, but she whined the whole time. So apparently she thought the best idea to get out of it was to injure 𝓶𝓮. So she hit me in the ankle with a metal shovel to try to break it. Failed, by the by.

He kissed his beloved's cheek and got up to get dressed. He had to work the shop that day, and he'd already slept in late enough.

He smoothed out his hair and got dressed in his robes, blowing his nose with a soft groan. He felt like shit, but he had work to do. With a determined breath, he reached for the doorknob to-

"Get. Back. In bed."

Ah. Sylo had woken up. Sybil nearly jumped out of his skin but bravely kept it controlled. He slowly turned back to the bed, knowing he couldn't fool his husband.

"Ah, darling, I'm afraid I can't. I'm late enough as it is and the shop needs to open, so-"

"I wasn't asking. Bed. Now."

"... Yes, dear."

Sybil was no fool, he knew when to bend to Sylo's orders. And when it came to a sickness, he'd do well to listen to his husband.

Trying to fight the cough in his throat, he trudged back to bed and sat down on the edge. Sylo slipped on his robe and came up behind him, arms around his shoulders.

"You're not working today. I can handle the store. You, mister, are sick." Sylo said firmly, his head atop Sybil's.

"My beautiful siren, so caring... I will be just fine, it's just a head cold. It will pass before the sun is high."

"I'm not so blind as to ignore this. Now stay there."

Sylo got up, giving his husband a quick kiss, and headed downstairs to start brewing tea. When he returned, it was with a steaming cup of herbal tea and a cloth soaked in the hot water.

Sybil really believed he was fine, but it only took one look to know that his husband knew that he was not, in fact, fine.

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