#windworks

so even after a long night when he desperately needed more than the brief nap he settled on, if you were present, he would entertain a few moments of rest while the clock ticked down to your wakening. like clockwork, he would rises as if he’d been next to you throughout the night, just to soak in what he could of your presence before he saw you off for the day. 

it was the best start end of his day, even for such a high-maintenance kitten as yourself.

it surprised even sylus the first time he tried to gently maneuver the sheets with his feet and slowly pry his arm from the grip you had obtained in your sleep. he would lose some of his resolve to rouse you somewhere between you sleepily nuzzling at the pillow where he once lay and the way you lazily stretched your arms above your head before settling back down and burrowing underneath the covers. he couldn’t help himself when his fingers scratched affectionately at the base of your neck while his voice softened as he reminded you of the time.

a few minutes later, he would be back in the bedroom, a mug of perfectly steeped tea would be in his hand, the steam brewing into his face as he set it on the bedside table next to you. he would lean over once more, lips pressed to your warm temple and fingers brushing against the top of your head, murmuring about how you had to get up. 

sometimes sylus' fingers would wrap around your ankles, tickling but never pulling. he had teased it many times, hands pushed against your waist and fingertips purposeful at your sensitive skin. you would always curl onto your side and your fingers tucked the comforter tighter around your shoulders. you would grumpily mumble a few choice words, trying to free your feet from his grasp, but he would eventually let go. how could he, even in all his might make you get out of bed, especially not when you breathed in the scent of his pillow and whispered something about loving him. 

"such a feisty kitten, even in your sleep," he mumbled, as his hands smoothed the fabric back over your body so you were properly warm. "claws in all.” every action of yours so sharp and deep as it dug into his consciousness. 

you took in a breath and, enamoured, sylus watched as it seeped back into your lungs. “i just want to sleep a little longer, sy.” 

sylus would falter. he always did, especially when you blinked up at him through thick eyelashes with a frown on your face. he would look towards the door while his fingers twitched, longing to reach for you again. 

"okay. slide over, sweetheart." his mouth tried not to turn upwards when you rolled back to your side of the bed to leave room for him.

clinging to him, you tucked your head underneath his chin and slung one of your legs across his. your breathing deepened into an even pitch, the warmth spreading across sylus collarbone, and he watched in adoration and awe when you tilted your head to press a loving kiss to his jawline. 

i really think for me, its so seeded in his past as royalty. sure, he never ascended beyond princehood. but he was born to lead, risen with the power to give orders. but also, raised to be so damn observant even when it seems like he's a bit spacey and unaware of the most mundane things. because really to him, they are.

he doesn't care about celebrities, or whats the newest fad. he cares about you. the man literally transcended the stars and galaxies for you.

so yes, when it comes to your saftey, your affection, your desires he is so very much aware. almost the the point of coming across so dominant and sure in those intimate moments, because he crafts that situation in a way where he can best utilize every second he has with you and of you.

xavier loves having your attention. craves your touch and acts of love when you give him things.

but when he has you spread out under him, cheeks warm and your eyes glazed and lost in the space and stars? that's when he really knows he has everything you have to offer him.

its the way that feeling just notches right when his hand slides along the length of your forearm until his fingers rest and encircle your wrists.

its the way the moment he assumes this control, how you just go pliant for him. you're always thinking about others, always trying to strategize and plan. its really just something when he can get you to just lie there for him. beg for him.

for once you're not trying to explain to him how to work a phone or how to balance meals.

no you're just waiting. patient until he needs you to do something, and then you'll do it, no questions asked. all because you trust him to know what you want. assurance that he'll treat you right everytime.

even now, when he pushes in a little deeper, leaning forward as his nose brushes your jaw. all it takes is a light hum for you to turn your head to the side so he has the space to mouth at your throat.

in this moment in time, xavier doesn't need you to be a savior.

aw, thank you nonnie. i did end up enjoying his chapters after i locked in. he definitely has a different feel than the others. absolutely!! here is a quick drabble of sylus being sylus.

 it's annoying because sylus knows he's attractive, even when he acts like he's not mindful of the opinions he receives. because even when those voices are mundane, each one has the potential for information so he entertains them when it fits into his schedule.

and occasionally just to ruffle your feathers.

sylus is grinning when you shove him away, hands lingering on his chest, as you try your hardest to maintain a straight face. you should be really mad at him. sylus never went into a room without knowing who is pertinent to his objective, so even idle talk for him has intentions and tonight it seemed to have the purpose of grating your nerves.

"you're absolutely adorable when you're jealous, sweetie." he coos, trying to settle an arm around your waist until you push him away again.

"kitten, don't be upset, i didn't mean to make you jealous." he keeps throwing the word out there, knowing it's frustrating you and turning you red all over, and his stupid knowing smirk stays on his face the entire time.

the way it breathes against the shell of your ear in greeting right before you feel the weight of him filling the space behind you.

how it sounds when he's exasperated when your energy levels are higher than his, a near constant theme, but nevertheless, it always causes a little pinch to his furrowed brows while he watches your body burn it out in whatever form you choose

that exhausted little sunshine that slips past his lips in a lisp as he sags against the porch after a long day. it's like a soft call, accompanied by curling fingers that intertwine with yours when you get close enough to draw you into his lap to watch the remainder of the day go by.

that thunderous heady sunshine that rumbles past his lips when youre taking him soo good. its just a hint lounder than the smack of your lips and hips messily coming together.

currently rewatching trigun stampede and cooking up my usual obsession for nai. it's always the evil brothers, i swear. anyways, i love thinking about modern verse ceo/cto of some high end research institute where he oversees medical research and what note. minor details here. the point is the man is loaded but like he built this life brick by brick.

actually brief back story, i see the twins growing up in an orphanage after losing their parents to an accident. this is where they meet you. someone who went from having a family to no one. bc like yeah the twins lost their parents but at least they had each other. and i imagine vash latched on to you first and nai was still processes the loss of his parents (still debating if he was the cause, i low key vibe with his villan backstory but we'll get back to that). anyway, for awhile he's like forever in the background just observing. he's always been and forever will be protective of vash but like he's never really worried about you. you with your bright, gapped smile after you lost a tooth a little early to a fall. you who never seems to fail to make vash laugh when he's feeling down. you who harbors your own demons late at night when you think no one is looking. (i swear ill elaborate more on the orphanage days) but the point is he noticed. and slowly unintentionally you wormed your way into his life right beside vash and that just kind of sealed the deal?

it wasn't to say that you and vash we're smart but nai was just like this diabolical genius and he quickly got noticed for it. even at a young age, he was like controlling the room. i swear he vetted his own potential foster/adoption options before he eventually found conrad on his own. conrad who was already an established research physician intrigued by nai's intelligence. the man with no offspring who basically had his ideal protege just email him?? anyways, nai basically convinces him to like foster all of them but not legally make the trio of you siblings but the three of you grew up together.

(once again, ill elaborate on the whole coming to realization of feelings even though nai basically already claimed you a long time ago) basically fast forward to you mid-late 20s, youre a housewife to one of the smartest, youngest geniuses in biomedical technologies in this era. nai who had never missed a step securing his future (and vash and yours). the man who swept you out of the orphanage and into pretty dresses, expensive jewelry and extravagant galas.

childe: he laughs at first because he genuinely thought you were kidding. sure, he didn’t miss the way your face was till warm with anger and how loud your actions were as you stomped around the house. but he figured it would all fade, it always did. then he would make it up to you that night, arms wrapped around your waist or legs entangled at the ankle. however you wished for him to pay penance. yet here you are, standing over him with a blanket and pillow. all his plans drop like the smile he’d prepared. “hey, come on, baby. its not that serious. lets just go to bed and we can settle this in the morning.” it's intentional, the way his fingers slide against his skin when he takes the blankets from you. it might take a little groveling, but he was determined to change your mind. “why don't you sit with me for a little bit. we can get that conversation going now.”

who definitely has a distinctive ringtone assigned to your contact that grabs his attention regardless of text or call. (you're definitely added to his exclusive do not disturb list). but that’s beside the point because it’s nearing 2am and you're calling.

you both sometimes have the errant case of insomnia but it’s always a sent text to feel out the other part. but now it’s 1:47 and you’re calling him and his heart flutters a little nervously at the implication. 

but instead of the taste of fear he’s met with the undeniable drawl of you drunk off your arse.