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I've seen you're taking requests for Sylus and since we're on pride month, could I request Mc coming out as ace / asexual to him and his general reaction to it? It's totally fine if you don't want to write it, though!
hi, thank you!! i loved that idea so much and had too much fun with it, i'd love to explore it more. happy pride month!!
tags: sylus x gn! asexual reader, anxiety on reader's part, reader has bad experiences with coming out
The black couch was comfortable under your tense back. It was soft, molding perfectly into tired muscles and rigid spine. You could feel it was crazy expensive; style mixed with coziness that did nothing to ease your nerves.
You had to tell him. You had to, because it was important and the future of your relationship couldn't be built on lies or avoidant answers. But it was hard. Saying it out loud, into his eyes, forever teasing and intense. How could you face him and tell a man commanding desire that you did not crave it? No one fully understood. No one ever wanted to understand you; your experiences woven with awkward stares and confused glances of you will find the right person and just have fun a little. You know Sylus wouldn’t–
“I can hear you thinking, sweetie,” he said gently, his eyes flicking from the polished weapon to your hunched figure. His voice was deep as always, full of confidence, and yet you heard the thread of anxiety as he spoke.
Your first instinct was to deny it as you did these past few days, but it could not wait. If you were to be brave, it might have been now.
With a sigh you sat upright and Sylus stretched out his legs, arms reaching towards you. “Come here.”
You stood up and crossed the room, your feet heavy. It felt wrong to disrupt this quiet evening with a startling revelation. It would also feel wrong to conceal it any longer.
Sylus pulled you into his lap, facing him. It was a position of two lovers and passionate nights, of silent evenings and teasing confessions. Not overwhelming, scary truths.
He looked at you, gaze piercing through your soul. “Are you alright? You’re so quiet.” His hand reached to your cheek, his touch as gentle as a feather. “Did someone hurt you?”
You shook your head. “I have to tell you something.”
You felt Sylus tensing underneath you, thighs holding you more firmly, eyes sharpening. Your heart beat harder, thundering in your chest. This was it. A roll of a dice; another disappointment, another roll of eyes.
There was a small voice in the back of your mind, one of your soul screaming to not be afraid. To trust.
As his hand grasped yours, you spoke, “I’m ace.”
The world tilted as Sylus blinked. Once, then again. “An ace at what?” he asked, confused.
The absurdity of the situation made you snort into his face. When he looked up, eyes searching yours for any answers, you couldn’t help a hearty laugh. “You’re such an old man, Sylus.”
“Hey,” he chided, voice devoid of any real hurt. The red of his gaze twinkled and he swiped his sleeve down his cheek, wiping down the remnants of your laughter. “I feel like I said something wrong.”
It was difficult to keep your anxiety when he looked like that. And so, your chest was a lot lighter when you said, “I’m asexual.”
A smile still played on his lips. “Okay,” he replied.
And nothing changed. There was no pit in your stomach or fire in your chest. His hands, big and warm, still rested on your hips. His pupils were still dilated when he looked at you.
“Okay?” you asked, brows furrowed.
“Okay,” he shrugged happily. “Congratulations.”
It somehow felt like a trick. “So, that means I feel no sexual attraction. It means I might not… want to have sex. Ever. So.”
He nodded. “Yes. Thank you for trusting me,” he titled his head, fingers finding your cheek again to stroke it gently. That was… That did not seem real.
“Sylus.” You readjusted on his lap. “Think this through. What I just said. I mean it. I know a lot of people don’t understand and they dismiss it. People think I need to wait, to find someone good for me, to fall in love, to try it before I swear it off. But I really mean it. It’s not a joke. I’ve never been with someone as close as I am with you, but I am certain about it,” you ranted. “There is a huge chance I won’t want to sleep with you. In any way. I don’t like it, I don’t like thinking about it, I don’t want to imagine it. The thought is– it’s repulsive.” He never interrupted you. His gaze remained steady, not teasing, just heavy with understanding. He let you speak your mind, and so you did. For the first time in your life, you did so freely. “I don’t find you repulsive. I find it repulsive.”
There was a beat of silence on his part after which he nodded. “I understand. I see you,” he gave your waist a gentle, reassuring squeeze. “Does any of that change anything about us? Do you still want us? Like this?”
There was a storm of thoughts and questions in your mind. Did he understand? Or did he think he understood? What if he said that but he wouldn’t be able to live that way? What if you finally let go and trusted someone only to be left one day? Could you blame him if he left? Could you survive it?
As if sensing your anxiety, he lifted his hand and placed a finger on your chest, right over your heart. “I love you,” he said, voice loud and clear. “I want to love you. I want to show you how much I love you. Sex is just one way of doing that. I still have the other million to let you know what you mean to me, sweetie,” he went on, words punctuated by the weight on your chest, your heart. It was hard to tear your gaze away from him when he made such claims, when you rested your hand on his chest and felt all of it was true. “Don’t let anyone control you, your thoughts or desires. I want you to take exactly what you want. What do you want?”
There was no hesitation in your voice. “I want you. I want us.”
The wide smile on his lips was the most genuine you’d ever seen. “I want that too.”
And before you leaned in to kiss him, to embrace him, you needed to know one more thing. “And if I do? Want to have sex.”
“Then I’d make sure you’d have lots of fun,” he pinched your side and you twitched. He laughed at your squirming. What an infuriating thing he was–
“I think I won’t want that, though.”
“Then I’ll make sure you enjoy your life just as much. Nothing changes.”
It was enough to breathe out the weight on your shoulders and chest, to let the tightness in your throat float away. You leaned down to wrap your arms around him, face hiding in the crook of his neck. His silver hair tickled your cheek as you nosed the sensitive skin and you smiled. When Sylus finally relaxed in your embrace, you made sure to bite his shoulder. As a little revenge.
His hold on you tightened in a way that promised the little fight of yours was not yet finished. “My soul recognizes your soul,” he whispered, “I know you. I see you.”
| Last Updated: 02/06/26 | All works are my own and belong to me!
📰❗ Latest Fic: Drabble Series! | 1 | 2 |
Fandom: Love and Deepspace
🎨 Rafayel
Writing Event Fic! (1.5k)
Seamoon (1.8k) Soft angst. Rafayel reflects on an old pearl of wisdom.
Cat-Sitting (2.5k) Fluff + humour. Was it really a good idea to leave Rafayel and your cat unsupervised?
Practice Makes Perfect (2.3k) Fluff + humour. "I'll teach you how to swim!" he said. "It'll be fun!" he said. Let's be honest: the warning signs were there from the very start.
Perspective (2k) Fluff. You've spent two hours preparing a meal for Rafayel, and he has absolutely no intention of sitting down to it.
Fourth Wall (Raf Ver.) (2.4k) Angst. You didn't think Rafayel would let you walk around an art gallery all by yourself, did you?
🩸 Sylus
Masterpiece (2.9k) Angst/fluff. Sylus can't fix everything with a snap of his fingers.
The Cat's Whiskers (1k) Humour. One of your pranks has some unforeseen consequences.
Be Mine (4k) Angst, fluff + comfort. Sylus is getting a little tired of sharing you with the other men in your life
Monster (800 words) Angst. A Deepspace Hunter's instincts never lie...
A Gentle Touch (3.2k) Angst + fluff. You really can’t let Sylus into your head this time— he’s living there rent-free already.
Something Sweet (2.1k) Fluff. Sylus knows how to get what he wants. Getting what you want might be a little more tricky…
To Remain Silent (2.7k) Angst + comfort. Sylus has told you to arrest him one too many times…
Unspoken (2k) Angst. You could fix all of this if Sylus would just resonate with you. Why won't he resonate with you?
Fourth Wall (1.5k) Player x character. L&D is getting more and more real with each update. This is a new update... right?
Technical Difficulties (2.4k) Fluff + comfort. You're not very good at asking for help when you're struggling. Thankfully? You don't always need to.
Wrong Number (2k) Fluff + humour. You're having a bit of trouble getting hold of that taxi you booked, but more trouble help is on the way…
❄ Zayne
Doctor's Orders (2k) Fluff. Zayne has suggested you skip work today, which isn't suspicious at all...
Reserved (1.2k) Angst + comfort. You've been looking forward to this dinner with Zayne for a week, but it seems he has other priorities.
Professionalism (1.7k) Suggestive. You love a man in uniform! Or... well, scrubs or whatever.
✨ Poly Series
Game Night (4k) Humour + fluff. The most important men in your life can manage one evening together, right? For you? Please? Pretty please?
The Night Before Christmas (4.8k) Humour + fluff. It’s time to get the gang back together!!!
Breaking Point (4.5k) Humour + fluff. Laser tag with the guys tehe
✨ Headcanons/Drabbles
Pretend You Know Me! (1.5k) Comfort + Humour.
Pretend You Know Me! Part 2: Xavier and Caleb (1k) Humour
Innocent Little Mistakes (3.4k) Humour. In which the boys are all menaces, surprising literally no-one 🥰
Putting On A Brave Face (4k) Comfort + fluff. Sometimes, a certain hunter likes to say things are fine when they definitely aren't...
It's Just Not Your Day (4k) Humour + fluff. It's you against the kids of Linkon City, and guess what? The kids are winning.
🎭 Luke and Kieran
Onychinus' Finest (2.1k) Fluff + shenanigans. All in a day's work for Sylus's loyal and committed worker bees crows
Beneath The Mask (4.6k) Angst + fluff. Sylus and Kieran are useless, as always, so you take matters into your own hands
🔥🖋️ Drabbles
"this reminded me of you" with Zayne
“can i kiss you?” with Luke and Kieran
🎄Christmas
A Crow Family Christmas (4.4k) Fluff + humour. The twins have put their spin on Christmas, which means you might not be making it to the New Year.
made this collection for myself and to keep track of everything I've read so far. some are crossposted on tumblr and ao3 so I'll try to add both links (though i might miss some so let me know).
Status: Unedited & No symbols; will make second list soon
SUMMARY: One sleepless night, you couldn’t get Sylus off of your mind. The only problem is, Sylus belongs to MC, your best friend.
SONG INSPO: Girl’s Girl by Zara Larson
WARNINGS: Friend Betrayal (MC and Sylus aren’t an item here)
Having a crush isn’t a crime…right?
It hit you the other night, sleepless, you couldn’t get the thought of Sylus off of your mind.
MC introduced you a few months back, mostly because she wanted your approval…and boy, did you approve.
He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Sylus was intimidating, yes, but he was a sweetheart with a hard exterior. Just your type, unfortunately.
He doted on MC, protected her, and it was clear that he cared deeply for her. So why the hell were you thinking of him like this?
What you would do to live a day in her shoes… and wake up next to him.
You couldn’t help the way your heart raced at the mere thought of him, not to mention how loud it was when he was near.
He’d never think of you that way. That was the only thing that kept you grounded…this crush would pass, and you’d move on.
If only it were that easy…
You’ve known MC since you were 12, and she was 10, so you were the person people came to for advice on gifts.
Sylus knew that. That’s why he’d been texting you recently, and you’re sure that’s why he’s been on your mind so much.
You shouldn’t have sent it, temptation was getting to you. You should be cautious, but you were playing with fire instead.
“Can’t sleep…”
The text read, and you hadn’t expected Sylus to respond, why would he? There wasn’t anything he could do to help, right?
“Was this meant for me?”
He replied.
Your stomach dropped.
For a second, you just stared at the screen in horror, thumb hovering over the keyboard while your mind scrambled for an excuse. You could still play it off. Pretend it was an accident. Say you meant to text MC instead.
But before you could type anything, another message appeared.
“Or are you thinking about something?”
Your pulse throbbed in your ears. You hated how easily he got under your skin. You inhaled sharply and finally replied.
“Wrong chat. Sorry.”
The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.
“Mhm.”
That one little response shouldn’t have affected you the way it did.
Still, you found yourself clutching your phone tighter beneath the blankets, staring at the conversation like it might magically disappear.
Then:
“Can’t sleep either.”
Your heart skipped. This was dangerous territory.
You knew it.
Sylus wasn’t openly flirtatious. That would’ve been easier to deal with, honestly. Easier to dismiss. But everything about him felt intentional instead. The prolonged eye contact. The subtle teasing. The way his voice softened when he spoke to you alone.
It blurred lines you desperately needed to keep clear.
“You should probably sleep,” you typed carefully.
“So should you.”
A pause.
Then:
“What’s keeping you awake?”
You swallowed hard.
You.
The thought nearly made you throw your phone across the room. Instead, you forced yourself to answer normally.
“Nothing important.”
Another pause.
“You always lie when you’re uncomfortable?”
Your face burned instantly. You rolled onto your back with a groan, dragging a pillow over your face. Why was he like this? Why did every conversation with him feel like he was peeling layers off of you without even trying?
“I am not uncomfortable.”
“Liar again.”
You bit your lip hard to stop yourself from smiling. That was the problem. You liked talking to him. Too much.
Eventually the conversation drifted into safer territory somehow…music, insomnia, the terrible takeout place near your apartment that MC inexplicably loved. Simple things. Innocent things. But even then, it still felt intimate.
By the time you finally fell asleep, your phone was still warm in your hand.
After that night, Sylus texted you more often.
At first, it was practical. Questions about gifts for MC. What flowers she’d like. Whether she’d mentioned a necklace while shopping.
But then the conversations started stretching longer.
He’d send you pictures of random things that reminded him of inside jokes you’d made. You’d complain about work and he’d respond with dry humor that always made you laugh despite yourself.
It was harmless
At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.
Until it wasn’t.
One evening, MC invited you over for dinner. You almost said no.
The crush had become unbearable lately, festering beneath your ribs every time Sylus looked at you for too long. You needed distance. Space. Anything.
But MC sounded excited, so you agreed.
Which was how you ended up sitting at their kitchen counter watching Sylus cook while trying not to stare.
He looked unfair tonight. Dark sleeves rolled to his forearms. Silver rings catching dim kitchen light. His calm, composed expression always made him look untouchable.
You were so distracted that you barely noticed him speaking until MC nudged your shoulder.
“Hm?”
“I said you’re zoning out,” she laughed.
“Oh. Sorry.”
Sylus glanced over his shoulder briefly, “Tired?”
Your chest tightened at the familiar question. You nodded quickly. “Couldn’t sleep.”
His gaze lingered for half a second too long, “You should fix that.”
MC snorted. “He says that like he sleeps.” Sylus ignored her.
You looked away first. Coward.
The entire dinner felt like torture after that. Not because Sylus did anything inappropriate. Because he didn’t. He acted normal. Calm. Collected.
Meanwhile you were hyperaware of everything. The way he rested a hand on MC’s waist absentmindedly when passing behind her. The way she leaned into him automatically. The quiet domestic intimacy between them.
Jealousy was an ugly thing. And god, it looked hideous on you. Because MC trusted you completely.
She smiled at you across the table while talking about future plans, while Sylus listened with that soft expression he only seemed to wear around her.
You should’ve been happy for her. Instead, your chest ached. The guilt nearly swallowed you whole.
After dinner, MC disappeared upstairs to take a work call, leaving you alone in the kitchen with Sylus.
Instant tension.
You stood immediately. “I should go.”
“You just got here.”
You grabbed your bag without meeting his eyes. “It’s late.”
He watched you quietly for a moment.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
Your fingers tightened around the strap. “I haven’t.”
“You take longer to answer texts now.”
Heat flooded your face. Of course he noticed.
Sylus moved closer slowly, not enough to corner you, just enough to make your pulse stutter.
“Did I do something?” The question sounded genuine. That somehow made it worse.
“No.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
You laughed softly, but there wasn’t any humor in it. “You really don’t know?”
Silence.
Then his expression shifted slightly.
Understanding.
Dangerous, devastating understanding.
Your stomach twisted. “Sylus…”
“You look at me differently now.” There it was.
The thing both of you had been dancing around for weeks. You felt exposed suddenly. Humiliated.
“You should stop noticing things like that.”
His eyes held yours steadily.
“Can you?”
Your breath caught. No. That was the horrible part. You couldn’t. You couldn’t stop noticing him either. The scar near his throat. The rare moments he smiled fully. The way his voice dropped lower when he spoke only to you.
You stepped back immediately. “This can’t happen.” Nothing had happened. Not technically. But it felt dangerously close to becoming something.
Sylus was quiet for a long moment. Then he said softly “I know.”
That hurt more than denial would’ve. Because there was no confusion in his expression. No rejection either. Just restraint. And maybe that was worse.
You shook your head quickly, heart hammering violently. “I love her,” you began.
His gaze softened instantly. “I know you do.”
“No, I mean-”
“I know what you mean.”
Tears burned unexpectedly behind your eyes. Because MC wasn’t just some casual friend. She was family. Your oldest friend.
The person who stayed on the phone with you through heartbreaks and funerals and every terrible thing life threw at you. And here you were wanting someone she loved.
Someone who, terrifyingly enough, might’ve wanted you too. You hated yourself for it.
“I don’t want to ruin this,” you whispered. Sylus looked away briefly then back at you.
“You think I do?”
Your chest tightened painfully. For a second neither of you moved. The tension between you felt alive now. Breathing. Impossible to ignore.
Then footsteps sounded upstairs. Reality slammed back into place instantly. You stepped away from him so quickly it almost hurt.
MC’s voice drifted closer. You grabbed your coat. “I should go.”
Sylus didn’t stop you this time. But as you walked past him, he spoke quietly enough that only you could hear.
“You should probably stop texting me at two in the morning.”
Your face burned. Then…
“Or I might start looking forward to it…”
You left before he could see how badly that affected you.
After that, you did what you were supposed to do. You created distance.
You stopped answering Sylus’s late-night texts unless they were important. You stopped lingering after group outings. When MC invited you over, you made excuses more often than not.
It hurt. Embarrassingly so.
But eventually, things started changing on their own. Mostly because MC had been spending more and more time with Zayne lately.
At first, you didn’t think much of it. Zayne had always hovered around her orbit in one way or another, calm and reliable in a way that grounded her. But then came the missed dinners with Sylus. The canceled plans. The subtle shift in her voice whenever she talked about Zayne.
And Sylus noticed too. You could tell. Not because he complained…he never would.
He became quiet. Sharper around the edges.
You saw it one evening when the group met for drinks. MC had left early after getting a call from Zayne, apologizing quickly before rushing out the door.
Sylus had watched her leave with that unreadable expression of his. Then his eyes shifted to you across the table. And stayed there.
You looked away immediately. Big mistake.
Because after that, it got harder for him to pretend too.
The texts started again. Short at first.
“You alive?”
“You’re avoiding everyone.”
Then longer. One night he sent:
“MC stayed with Zayne again.”
You stared at the message for a long time. You knew what he was doing. Opening a door. Or trying to…
And you hated yourself for how quickly you stepped through it.
“You okay?”
The typing bubble appeared immediately.
“Yes and no.”
Your chest tightened. You shouldn’t care this much. But you did. Always did.
The conversations became dangerous after that. Not overtly flirtatious. Worse. Intimate.
Sylus started talking to you in ways he never had before. About exhaustion. About loneliness. About how quiet his place felt lately. And you listened every single time.
Because despite everything, you understood him. Maybe too well.
Tonight was no different.
You lay awake in bed, phone glowing dimly against your face as rain tapped softly against your apartment windows.
2:13 AM.
Sylus: “You’re awake.”
You frowned immediately.
“How do you know?”
Three dots.
Then:
“Your bedroom light is on.”
Your entire body froze. Slowly, you sat upright in bed. What? Before you could even process the message, your phone buzzed again.
“Look outside.”
Your heart nearly stopped. You scrambled out of bed so quickly you almost tripped, rushing toward the front window. Pulling the curtain aside revealed a familiar black car parked across the street. And Sylus leaning against it. Dark coat. Hands in his pockets. Looking directly up at your apartment.
You should not let him in. Every rational thought in your body screamed that at you. Instead, five minutes later, you were opening your apartment door with trembling hands.
Sylus stood there looking unfairly good for two in the morning. Rain dampened the edges of his hair slightly.
His eyes dragged over you once, an oversized sleep shirt, bare legs, nervous expression, and something in his gaze darkened immediately.
“You’re here,” you whispered before you could stop yourself.
One corner of his mouth twitched faintly. “You opened the door.”
God. You stepped aside silently, letting him in. The apartment suddenly felt too small with him inside it.
Sylus glanced around once before settling his attention back onto you fully. Neither of you spoke at first.
The tension was palpable. Thick enough to choke on. Finally, you crossed your arms tightly. “What are you doing here?”
He looked at you for a long moment before answering. “I was driving.”
“Bullshit.”
A quiet exhale left him that almost sounded like amusement. “You always know when I’m lying?”
“Only when it’s obvious.” Silence stretched again after that. Then Sylus stepped closer. Just close enough that your breathing became difficult.
“I knew you’d be awake.” He said. Your stomach twisted.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you?”
His eyes held yours steadily. Because of you. He didn’t say it. He didn’t need to. Your chest ached violently.
“You and MC-” You began.
“We were never together.”
You blinked slowly. Sylus watched your expression carefully.
“We care about each other,” he continued quietly. “But not like that.”
Your heartbeat stumbled. “And Zayne?”
A tiny shrug. “I think she figured out who she actually wanted.”
You looked down immediately, overwhelmed by the sudden flood of emotions crashing through you. Relief. Guilt. Hope.
Dangerous, reckless hope.
Sylus stepped closer again. This time close enough that you could feel his warmth.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” His voice had gone softer. Lower.
You swallowed hard. “I was trying to do the right thing.”
“And now?”
You looked up at him finally. Big mistake. Because he was already staring at your mouth. Your pulse spiked instantly.
“Sylus…”
“You know what’s cruel?” he murmured. You couldn’t think straight enough to answer.
“I spent months thinking you hated me.”
Your eyes widened slightly. “What?”
His jaw tightened faintly. “You’d look at me like you wanted to run every time I got close.”
Because if I didn’t run, I would’ve kissed you. The thought flashed through your head too late.
Sylus must’ve seen something on your face because his expression shifted instantly. Sharper. Hungrier. The air between you snapped tight.
“You have no idea,” he said quietly, “how hard it was not to cross lines with you.”
Your breath caught painfully. “Sylus…”
He lifted a hand slowly. Carefully. Like he was giving you time to stop him. His fingers brushed against your jaw. The contact nearly destroyed you.
“You should tell me to leave.” He said. You knew that. You absolutely knew that. Instead, your body betrayed you completely, leaning into his touch without permission.
Sylus exhaled softly at the movement. That sound alone made your knees weak.
“I think about you constantly,” he admitted quietly. “It’s getting exhausting.”
Your heart nearly burst. All those nights spent convincing yourself it was one-sided suddenly felt ridiculous.
You looked up at him helplessly. “This is a bad idea.”
“Probably.” Neither of you moved away.
Rain continued tapping softly against the windows. The city outside had gone quiet. And Sylus was looking at you like he’d already lost this fight weeks ago.
“You gonna keep staring at me like that?” you whispered shakily. His thumb brushed lightly across your cheek.
“You gonna keep looking at me like you want me to kiss you?”
That did it. Every ounce of restraint you’d been clinging to finally snapped.
You grabbed the front of his coat and kissed him first. Sylus made a rough sound against your mouth like he’d been waiting for that.
Then his hands were suddenly on you. One at your waist. The other cradling your jaw carefully as he kissed you back hard enough to steal the air from your lungs.
God. It was worse than you’d imagined.
Better.
Sylus kissed like he did everything else…controlled at first, until the restraint cracked apart. And you could feel it happening.
Months of tension. Late-night conversations. Lingering looks. All of it poured into the kiss at once.
You stumbled backward slightly, and Sylus followed immediately without breaking away from you for more than a second.
His forehead pressed against yours as both of you struggled to breathe.
“You have no idea,” he murmured roughly, “how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
Your entire body burned. You laughed shakily despite yourself. “I think I do.”
That rare, real smile appeared briefly on his face.
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CW: dragon!sylus, nymph!reader, fluff, first meeting, found family, luke and kieran are baby dragons, world building, angst, gold sickness, possession, obsessive behavior, character death, reincarnation, inspired by the song the Rose (by Rosendale)
A/N: In the Drifting Through Deepspace Universe, Sylus' Abysm Sovereign timeline takes place during the same time period as Rafayel's Lemurian Sea God Myth but before the events of Xavier's Darknight myth and Zayne's Foreseer Myth
Masterlist
In mother earth's garden, a flower was growing
Her blossoms as red as the love in her soul
But along came a Daisy with a heart of fool's gold
And petals as white as a lie could be told
The sound of gentle humming is what greets the dragon as he began waking up, his eyes heavy and his body throbbing with pain as he tried to focus.
The last thing he remembered was flying, pain clouding his mind and blood dripping from his broken wing as he tried to escape from the humans, only for his body to come crashing to the earth below as he lost consciousness.
The soft melody echoing around him slowly forming into words as he began to focus, the voice calm, gentle; soothing the instincts still clawing at his mind as his eyes slowly fluttered open.
There leaning over him, was a woman, her hair like fire as the sun shone down from above, casting her figure in a celestial glow. Her eyes, brighter then the rarest emeralds, dragging him into their depths as she gazed down at him with a soft smile upon her lips.
Her beautiful eyes and gentle smile captivating him for a moment as he became lost in her gaze before his instincts took over, his pupils dilating into slits and a growl rumbling from his chest as he swiped at the woman with his claws, barely missing her delicate flesh as she moved away just in time.
Her eyes wide as she watched him scoot away from her, his fangs on display to show his strength and his angry growl echoing between them as he pressed his broken body against a nearby tree despite the pain it caused.
Still, beneath that instinctual anger, the woman could tell he was just scared.
Scared of being harmed again, scared of the pain that was thrumming through his body, scared of dying there on that forest floor with no one to remember him.
The realization soothing any fear she might of had as she stared at him, her smile calm as she held her hand out to him.
"Shh, it's alright."
The woman whispered, her voice like the sweetest honey as the dragon watched her, his instincts clawing at his mind to run, to escape, to kill her before she could kill him.
Only, he didn't want to.
Something in his heart telling him not to harm the woman as she approached once more, a growl still rumbling from his throat despite her soft whispers as she knelt beside him before gently placing her hands against his own.
The feeling of her hands, warm like the hearth of a home against his claws, soothing the fear gripping at his mind and allowing him to focus as the growling in his chest slowly stopped.
His crimson gaze watching as a soft green energy flowed from the grass beneath the woman and into his own body, his breath hitching as he watched the cuts and broken bones across his body slowly begin healing themselves.
His eyes wide as he quickly looked back to the woman, watching in awe and fascination as she used the energy around her to heal him, the last of his fear fading away as he took the moment to take in the details he had missed about her.
Like the fact that she definitely wasn't human.
Her ears slightly pointed, the ivy vines curled around her wrists in a way that could have only been supernatural, the leaves clinging to her skin in the form of a dress that highlighted the beauty of her features and her striking green eyes.
A nymph, often called Fae by humans, believed to be beautiful but mischievous creatures who seduced men and women alike in order to consume their life force.
Still, he knew the truth.
They were nature spirits created by mother earth, minor deities who helped tend to their respective elements, caring for the trees, the flowers, the wild life. Healing the earth and helping her to grow in any way they could.
He has never seen one before, as they often stayed hidden within their lands and didn't stray far from home, but he had heard of others who had.
Now, to have one here, healing him of all creatures, it was truly a blessing from a god he didn't follow.
A rare gift, a memory he would cherish for the rest of his existence as he watched the energy fade, the last of his injuries now healed as the nymph finally pulled her hands away from him.
Her smile calm, small but kind in it's sincerity, as she gazed at him before finally standing up, the very grass beneath her bending towards her as she moved away, as if they too wanted one last touch to remember her by as she left.
Her form fading into the distance, her soft humming returning and fading along with her as he watched on, his hand now gripping at his chest where his heart and instincts both twirl together in a show of utter devotion for the one who had saved him with such a gentle touch and melody upon her lips.
The Daisy was parched, he begged her for drink
He wept and he groveled right there at her feet
The flower obliged with a soft-hearted grin
She bent her own stem to give nectar to him
Years had passed since that fateful day, the dragon only known as the Abyssal Shadow by the people of the kingdom going about his life, building his power and wealth far beyond any within the land could comprehend. Striking fear into the hearts of the humans that had once shunned and tortured him.
Even so, despite all his vast wealth and power, the only thing upon his mind remained a nymph with hair like fire and eyes of emerald sheen. The memory of her gentle touch and the warmth of her skin against his own pushing him forward, yearning to see her one last time despite years that passed.
Until the day fate led him back to her when he heard a familiar melody flowing through the trees on his way back from a hunt.
His heart racing within his chest as he pushed past the bramble and into a clearing deep within the forest where a lone willow stood tall and proud, and at the center of the tree, sitting serenely upon it's branches sat the very woman he had longed to see.
Her hair shining in the afternoon light that slipped through the leaves above, her expression calm and her eyes filled with peace as she wove together the vines of the tree into intricate designs.
Yet, a feeling of loneliness clung to her presences as she sat among the cover of the great willow tree.
The dragons instincts pushing him forward as he stepped into the clearing, standing tall and imposing like he had taught himself to all these years, his shadow falling upon the woman and causing her eyes to widen as she quickly glanced over to him.
That wide eyed look of surprise within her gaze causing something in his chest to tighten, worried of scaring her in a way he had never been with anyone else.
He had always used fear in order to survive, used it in order to keep humans and others who wished him harm away from him and his treasure.
Yet, in this moment, the thought of this woman whom he had longed to see again fearing him in any way, made fear and panic grip at his chest.
His body trembling as he quickly fell to his knees before her, the great willow looming over him as he bowed his head to her in a show of submission he would never give to anyone else.
"My lady."
The dragon whispered, his voice filled with reverence and care for the woman before him, trying his best to sooth any fear she might have of him as his wings brushed against the earth.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me, I... I didn't mean to intrude upon your land, nor startle you in any way. I just- you may not remember, but you saved me long when I was nothing more then a lone dragon with nothing to my name."
He continues, refusing to look up even as he heard the woman gracefully descend from the willow and step upon the ground, determined to prove he is not a threat to her.
"From that moment on, you had mesmerized me, your beauty and gentle touch captivating me in a way I could never forget. I- I have worked hard to become something that would be worthy of being in your presence. I have conquered kingdoms and gathered wealth from far beyond this land. I have done this all so that I could one day offer it all to you if only to see your smile once more."
The dragon confesses, tears gathering in his eyes as he continued to stare down at the ground, fear gripping at his mind at the thought of the woman thinking him nothing more then a monster.
His heart racing as he listened to the woman slowly walk towards him and stand before his kneeling form.
"Please- I beg of you... just once allow me to gaze upon your smile once more and I shall offer you all that I have."
He begs, groveling beneath her in a way he never would for anyone else, his heart on display for the woman as silence followed. The dragon's hands trembling against the ground as he tried to keep himself from crying, only for his breath to hitch as he felt a familiar warmth against his cheek.
His eyes wide as the nymph gently cupped his cheek, slowly guiding him to look up at her and finally meet her eyes.
Eyes filled with soft kindness and care for him as she looked upon him with a soft smile, eyes that shone like the rarest emeralds in the gentle light of day, eyes that he would never forget in this lifetime or the next.
"I remember you, dear one."
She says, her voice just as calm and regal as the dragon remembered, his body trembling as he waited on her words with a reverence only she deserved.
"Don't worry, I didn't fear you then... and I don't fear you now."
She continues, her words pushing a relieved sob from the dragons lips as he collapsed beneath her gentle touch. Leaning into her hand and nuzzling against her palm, breathing in the scent of ivy and roses upon her skin as his tears brushed against her.
"You have become so powerful, so feared by all those outside my forest. Yet, all I see is that young dragon who craved a gentle touch."
The woman whispers, her words pulling a soft chuckle from the dragons lips as she knelt before him as well, staring up into his crimson eyes with that calm smile upon her lips.
"You did not have to become anything more then you already are in order to request anything from me, I would have given it to you easily the moment you asked. I have nothing to offer you in return for your devotion, nothing to my name, nor can I leave the forest which I was born to."
She says in apology, the dragons head shaking as soon as her words began as he leaned into her touch, closing his eyes and nuzzling against her palm as he savored the warmth of her touch that reminded him of home.
"I ask nothing in return for my devotion, I only beg that I be allowed to remain by your side for the rest of this lifetime and the next. If you cannot leave, then I shall build us a home here. If wealth does not suit you, then I shall bring you the rarest flowers across the land and help you tend to them. Anything to remain by your side."
He says, his words bringing tears to the nymphs eyes, her smile just as warm as her touch as she stared up at the dragon.
"I don't even know your name, for the people have only ever called you the Abysm Sovereign."
She responds, her words causing his smile to turn sad as he hid his face against her palm.
"While I have received many titles and collected many treasures in my time... the one thing I have never been given was a name."
The dragon says, his words causing the nymphs eyes to widen, a moment of silence passing before she tightened her hands against his cheeks, guiding him to look at her once more as crimson eyes met those of emerald sheen.
"Then, my gift to you shall be that... a name."
She whispers, her words causing the dragons breath to hitch as he stared into her eyes, her expression calm but her eyes shining with a fire that made his instincts sing.
"Sylus, your name shall be Sylus."
She finished, her words hanging between them as tears clouded the dragon's vision, a sob slipping past his lips as he leaned into her touch.
The name settling into place between them as the greatest gift he could ever received was finally given to him by the woman he loved the most.
Their foreheads pressing together for a moment that felt like eternity before their lips finally came together in a gentle kiss, pouring all of their love and devotion for one another into the simple act as they remained upon the forest floor shadowed by the willow tree.
Sylus, a name meaning 'of the forest'.
The perfect name for the dragon who's heart and soul belongs to the nymph chosen by the forest herself.
If only she noticed how deeply he drank
The Daisy grew taller while she only sank
He spread out his leaves and he beckoned the shade
A cover so thick no light could penetrate
The sound of laughter echoed throughout the forest as you watched your chosen children play throughout the clearing, the sun shining down from above and warming your skin as you sat beneath the willow tree.
Their little wings fluttering as they tackled each other to the ground, their soft giggles bringing a smile to your lips as you watched them tumble throughout the grass before the younger twin began trying to climb the willow tree in order to escape his brother.
"Kieran darling, don't climb too high, your wings still aren't big enough to fly with."
You say, the smile in your voice bringing a grin to the little one's face as he continued climbing, trying to escape from his brother while show off for his mother.
"Yes mama!"
He called, only to immediately regret it as his feet slipped out from under him. His eyes wide and his little wings fluttering to try and catch himself as he fell towards the ground, only for the vines of the willow tree to move on their own, catching him gently within their grasp.
His little giggles echoing throughout the clearing as the willow tree guided him towards the ground before setting him safely within your arms.
His smile sheepish at the reprimanding look upon your face, your eyebrow raised as you nod to the willow in thanks before turning back to your son.
"Kieran."
You say, your tone indicating disappointment and causing the little one's tail to curl between his legs as he bowed his head.
"I'm sorry, Mama."
He whispers, his voice filled with regret before your smile returned, leaning in to nuzzle your foreheads together and causing the child to giggle once more.
"It's alright, but be more careful next time."
You say, receiving an enthusiastic nod in return as the child nuzzles against your chest before a soft chuckle draws your attention.
Looking away from your youngest to watch your lover, Sylus, walk out of the cave nearby now carrying your second son. His towering form casting gentle shadows against the ground as he supported your son, who growled and playfully nibbled at his father's horns while climbing onto his head.
Soft laughter falling from your lips at the sight as you watched Sylus carry him over before sitting down beside you and Kieran beneath the willow tree.
"I heard that someone had quite a tumble."
Sylus says, his tone teasing as he glanced down to Kieran, who was beginning to fall asleep in your arms.
"Yes, is seems they got your knack for getting into trouble, maybe it's just a dragon thing."
You comment, giggling as Sylus leans in to playfully nip at your cheek before reaching up to lift Luke off of his fathers head, where he was still nibbling at his horns.
"Mama!"
The boy says happily, immediately stopping his attack on his father to nuzzle against your cheek, his little tail wrapping around your waist as he joined his brother in your arms.
It was hard to believe four years had already passed since you and Sylus found their eggs, their fangs only recently coming in and their little wings already trying to take them to the skies.
Time passing by faster then you both could comprehend as you sat beneath the willow tree together, cradling your sons close as they fell asleep within your arms.
Only then did you allow the fatigue throughout your body to show, leaning against your lover as he cradled you close, easily picking both you and your children up into his arms as he carried you back to the cave you all called home.
Your breathing labored as the shadows of the cave fell upon you, blocking out the light of the sun as you were gently sat within the safety of your shared nest of furs and treasures.
The twins nuzzling against your chest in their sleep as you curled around them, content with your family despite being away from the light of day as you allowed yourself to sleep.
All while Sylus watched you, his heart aching with guilt at having to keep you inside the cave so often lately.
It just wasn't safe, the forest growing sicker with each passing day as the King's men invaded her lands, with Sylus only able to do so much while trying to protect you and the children.
Even so, as Sylus ran his clawed fingers gently through your hair that shone like fire in the dim torchlight nearby, the glistening gold giving your otherwise sickly form a celestial glow, he could not help the possessive thoughts that invaded his mind.
His instincts warring with his heart as corruption spreading the longer he watched the gold shine across your beautiful skin.
He was doing the right thing, keeping you here.
Safe within this cave you'd both turned into a home, with your little ones safely within your arms and the gold and jewels he had collected over the years draped across your body like they were always meant to be.
It was the right thing, the only way to keep you and your little ones safe.
At least, that's what he told himself.
Even if he knew the longer you remained away from the green land of your birth, the more sick you would become.
She pleaded with him, he ignored all her cries
He stood like a tower his head held so high
The flower was stunned, she was spurned and betrayed
Alone in the darkness, she flew in a rage
"Sylus."
The name rang through the cave like a blessing and a curse as the dragon stood before his treasure, the glittering of the gold shining beneath the nearby torches and hypnotizing him in a way he couldn't understand as he ran his clawed hands along the gems.
The world around him fading away until the only thing in his mind was the smell of metal and the sight of his treasure, even as his love knelt nearby, calling out to him.
Cradling their sons against her chest, their cheeks hollow and their little eyes closed as they struggled to breath, all while she begged for her lover to snap out of it.
"Please, we can't go on like this, they can't go on like this. They need food, fresh air, sunlight. They need to leave this cave."
She says, her words echoing off the walls of the cave that had once been their home, but had now become their cage.
A cage filled with treasure gathered from the kingdoms of man, treasure that had only made her husband fall further and further into corruption as the greed of humans that had soaked into the metal poisoned the air of their home.
It started slow, things that could be brushed off and ignored as instinct, until it was too late.
His protectiveness over her and the children, his sudden craving to gather more and more treasure, his fear of the outside world growing with each passing day and causing him to spend more and more time inside the cave alongside his family.
Until they never left all together.
It had been weeks since any of them had seen the sunlight beyond the cave walls, the artificial light of the treasure hollowing their cheeks and doing nothing to rid them of any sickness that had begun to grow within them, all while Sylus refused to allow them to leave in fear of something happening to them.
In fear of something happening to his treasure if he stepped foot outside.
Still, while your body was weak due to hunger and being separated from the forest outside, it had hit the children the hardest.
Despite being dragons, the boys were still very young, barely more then toddlers losing their milk teeth. Their bodies needed nutrients and sunlight to help them grow, and while gold soothed their instincts in a way it did to all dragons, they could not survive on gold alone.
And here you were now, knelt before your lover, pleading with him to see reason and do something before it was too late.
Before they lost their little ones to the greed this treasure had spread.
"No."
A single word, spoken from a voice you had not heard in days, causing you to freeze as you stared up at your husband.
Your husband who wasn't even looking at you or your children, his only focus being on the treasure laid out before him, a look of awe so similar to how he had once looked upon you and the family you had both built, now tainted with greed and obsession.
The sight filling your heart with rage, the cries of pain and hunger from your children over these last few days ringing in your mind as you cradled them close.
"This has gone far enough, if you will not come with us, I am taking the children out of this cave."
You say, your voice filled with determination, holding the boys close as you prepare to stand, only to freeze as Sylus finally glanced to you over his shoulder.
A feeling you had never felt before in the presence of your husband washing over you as you stared up into his crimson eyes shining in the torch light, glowing in a way you had never seen before as he glared down at you.
Fear.
"You will not leave. None of you will leave. I cannot lose you all. All we need is here... all we need is the treasure."
He whispers, his words and the cold tone of his voice filling your heart with dread as you watched him turn away once more before reaching out, brushing his fingers along the golden coins like he had once done to your hair, ignoring you and your sons once more as he continued to caress his treasure.
That fire in your heart growing, along with your fury as you held your trembling sons close while they continued to dream of times long passed.
"They cannot survive on treasure alone! Your greed is killing us, Sylus! YOU'RE killing us!"
You yell, your words echoing off the walls of the cave and causing Sylus to freeze, his hand hovering over the treasure before him as silence fell.
A few moment's passing as you tried to catch your breath before Sylus finally turned to face you, the air surrounding you both heating up as you watched the way your words ignited the fire of rage within his heart that had laid dormant all this time.
Your body freeze up as you watched him step towards you, holding the boys close as you began to tremble.
"You speak as if you have a say in this matter. I have spoken, and my words shall be final. I will not risk my treasure just because of your worries. If they cannot survive, then they were not meant to survive, that is the harsh truth of this world. Either way, if they parish or if they don't, none of you will leave this cave."
He says, his words final in a way that shattered your heart, a feeling of hurt and betrayal so sharp stabbing through you as you stared up at the man that had once been your husband.
His eyes no longer filled with any of the gentle love and care that made up the man you loved, now only overtaken by greed and corrupted that twisted his mind and heart due to the prolonged exposure to the gold.
It was in that moment, as you stared up into the eyes of this stranger, that you knew you had lost your husband.
Silence following as he turns away from you once more, walking back over to the treasure and leaving you standing there, your world shattering around you as you held your sons close.
Hour passing into the night as you cradled your boys against your chest in the safety of your nest, now hidden away in one of the back tunnels of the cave away from that cursed treasure.
Your hands trembling as you tried to push any of your remaining energy into your sons to help them hold on just a bit longer, yet you had none left to give.
And by then, it was already too late.
Their soft whimpers of pain and hunger finally quieting as they relaxed against your chest, their hands linked together and tiny smiles adorning their lips as they both breathed their final breaths before passing away in your arms.
The sound of your devastated sobs echoing through the cave and into the forest beyond as you grieved for the loss of your children, holding them close and nuzzling against their little curls as you cried for the life they could have lived that was taken from them far too soon.
She hardened her skin and grew out her thorns
So no other Daisy could hurt her anymore
But she kept her blush red to this very day
So she'd never forget all the love she misplaced
A feeling of cold numbness remained in your heart as you stared at your hands, stained in the blood of your husband where you had plunged the obsidian dagger into his chest, panic and guilt clouding your mind you both collapsed to the ground.
Your trembling hands still gripping the hilt of the dagger as you stared at the wound, too afraid to look up and see the betrayal and anger you were sure to find in your husband's gaze.
That is, until he called your name.
The single word causing you to freeze, the tone so gentle, in a way you hadn't heard in so long as you slowly glanced away from the wound to meet his gaze.
Gone was the anger and greed that had clouded his mind, the red of his eyes no longer threatening to burn you in their depths.
Now, all you saw was the familiar love and adoration for you that made your heart ache, tears clouding his vision and giving his crimson eyes a ruby sheen in the dying light of the torches nearby as he leaned forward to press his forehead against your own.
"I'm sorry."
He whispered, his words filled with guilt and love for you in a way you had long missed.
Yet, there was relief in his tone as well, as if this action was not a betrayal at all, but a long awaited event that he had hoped you would have the strength and courage to perform one day.
"I failed you, I became the beast that everyone feared I was. I'm sorry for all of the pain I have caused you, I... I'm sorry about our babies, I didn't mean what I said."
He continued, his words breaking into a sob halfway through despite his smile, his conscious mind returning to him as his body began to grow cold, allowing him to grieve for the sons he had lost due to his own selfishness.
The broken tone of his voice and the regret shining within his eyes bringing tears to your own, you hands trembling where they held the dagger in his chest even as he weakly reached up to cradle them in his own.
Reassuring you of your decision, telling you that it was the right choice.
"Despite it all- despite what my instincts tell me and what my actions have shown, despite all the wealth and riches I have gathered... you and our sons have been, and always will be, my greatest treasure."
He finished, the smile upon his lips remaining even as the light slowly faded from his eyes, his clawed hands falling away from your own as he breathed his final breath.
The sight before you and his words that lingered in the air between you both pushing a sob from your chest as the numbness around your heart finally melted away.
Leaving behind only grief, sorrow and anger as you pressed your forehead against your husbands chest, staring down at your hands bathed in his blood as you allowed yourself to cry.
Grieving for the family you had built and lost all due to the selfishness of man.
"No, you cannot leave me, I won't allow it..."
You whisper, repeating the words your husband had spoken in his crazed state of madness.
Desperation and anger clawing at your mind as you clung to the corpse of your husband, tears rolling down your cheeks as your nails dug into his flesh.
"You do not get to leave me behind with only the memory of our love and the bones of our children to accompany me! YOU DO NOT GET TO MOVE ON SO EASILY!"
You scream, your nails digging further into your husbands chest, drawing blood of their own as the Aether Core shard residing there began to glow.
"I will follow you, through all walks of life! No matter the time, no matter the body, our souls shall be intertwined together for all eternity! You shall right your wrongs, you shall give up your treasure, you shall earn my forgiveness and you shall rebuild our family, NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES!"
You demand, your words taking hold of him as your souls intwined together, your sobs slowly fading into crazed laughter as you threw your head back in your grief and rage.
Tears rolling down your cheeks and dripping onto the curse gold below as your body began to change, your limbs growing, your skin hardening, your hair transforming into leaves and your crazed laughter echoing off the walls of the cave as your body transformed into vines of roses along the stone walls.
Your petals stained red and vines now filled with thorns to protect yourself from the obsession of man as your soul moved on with your husband's into the next life.
All while the treasure laid in wait for the next unfortunate soul to give into her greed, so she could spread chaos and pain to those around her. So she could twist their love into obsession, allowing it to consume their every waking through until there is nothing but the shadow of what they once loved left for them to hold onto.
And someone would.
A man named Elijah, the newly crowd king of Philos, who's curiosity and greed got the better of him as he brought the treasure back to his kingdom.
Dooming the people of the kingdom and cursing the royal line of Philos for the rest of time.
So the next time you see Daisies in bloom
Don't stop for a gander just keep walking through
And the next time you see a Rose of red stain
Just know that her beauty was not without pain
The ringing above the door of the shop brought your focus away from the plant currently under your care, its little petals wilted and begging for assistance as you glance over to the door, a calm smile spreading across your lips as you saw who it was.
"Good afternoon, Xavier. Are you looking for Jeremiah?"
You ask kindly, turning away from the plant on the counter to give your full attention to the new arrival, amusement tugging at your features as you watch someone follow Xavier inside the shop with a look of awe.
"I don't only come here to see Jeremiah."
Xavier says in his usual monotone voice, giving you a small pout that quickly melted into a sheepish look as you raised your eyebrow.
"... But yes, we are here to see Jeremiah. My friend needs his, assistance."
He says, trying to be vague despite you already knowing full well what Jeremiah gets up to in the back rooms of the flower shop, Xavier words causing you to chuckle as you turn back to the little plant with a nonchalant wave of your hand.
"Alright, he should be in the back. Don't get into too much trouble."
You say, your voiced filled with amusement.
"Yes, ma'am."
Xavier says respectfully, his words causing you to glare over to him with your signature resting bitch face.
"Don't call me ma'am, it makes me feel old."
You mutter, your words causing him to chuckle, a playful smile pulling at his lips despite trying to hide it as he starts pushing his friend towards the backroom.
"Of course, have a good day."
He says, your lips tugging up once more in a small smile as his friend waved goodbye to you before being led into the back by Xavier, muttering something to him that causes your eyes to widen.
"Dude, why didn't you tell me someone so beautiful worked here!? Talk about mommy vibes. Is she single? If so, I could set her up with a friend of mine."
The girl says, her words causing you to laugh despite yourself, shaking your head in amusement as you turn back to the plant, a fond look in your eyes as you gently traced along it's leaves.
A small sigh falling from your lips before you lifted the potted plant into your arms and carried it towards the front, the door ringing on your way out as you stepped outside into the warm afternoon of Linkon City.
The sun beating down and warming your cheeks as you carried the pot over to a little flower bed along the fence before reaching out to begin gently potting the wilting flower into the new soil, ttracing your finger along it's stem.
Your smile softening as you felt your evol slip through your fingertips, seeping into the flower and bringing back its healthy glow. It's stem straightening and it's petals blooming to reveal a beautiful deep red rose.
The sight causing warmth to fill your chest in a way you couldn't understand as you released the hold on your Evol.
Just as you were about to turn and head back inside, a gentle caw broke you from your thoughts. Your eyes widening as you turn to find what appeared to be a mechanical crow perched on the fence beside the flower bed. It's eyes glowing a deep red and it's little head tilting as it stared up at you in curiosity.
"Oh, hello there."
You say softly, giving the bird a small smile despite knowing it probably can't understand you.
Holding out your finger to the bird and watching it lean in with a tilt of it's head before beginning to rub against your finger like a puppy, the sight causing a laugh to slip past your lips as you begin to pet beneath the birds chin.
"Well, aren't you a pretty bird."
You coo sweetly to the little creature, your words causing him to coo in response as he leaned into your touch, content to listen to your praise and feel the warmth of your fingers at they pet along his feathers.
All while Sylus watched from a distance, his form hidden in the shadows of an alleyway and a soft, regretful smile upon his lips as he watched your beautiful eyes shine in the warm light of the afternoon.
Synopsis: Two women. Two worlds. One borrowed body — and a mystery neither of them understands.
Characters: Sylus x Non-MC!reader, MC. Will add more later.
Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst. eventual fluff, alternate worlds, body swap, ooc
A/N: pacing is reeeaaaallyyyy slooooow. Also Tara and Yvonne are probably ooc.
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4
Waking up in Miss Hunter’s body became a sort of norm for you. However, you were still concerned about why it was happening. Through the notes you exchanged, you learned that Miss Hunter wasn’t occupying your body while you were in control of hers.
From her perspective, she would suddenly feel an overwhelming wave of drowsiness and close her eyes, only to open them again later as if she had simply fallen asleep and woken up.
Miss Hunter even prepared a whole document with short descriptions of her close friends and colleagues that you should know, so you wouldn’t act too strangely if you took over her body again.
It proved useful sooner than expected.
When you opened your eyes again, you weren’t in Miss Hunter’s apartment.
The scent of roasted coffee beans filled the air. Soft music hummed somewhere overhead, blending with the low murmur of conversations. You blinked and realized you were sitting at a small café table.
Two women sat across from you.
You recognized them as Tara and Yvonne.
“Miss Hunter? Did you even hear what we said?” Tara looked at you expectantly.
Your fingers tightened around the warm coffee cup. You lowered your head quickly, pretending to study the dark liquid inside it, hoping neither of them noticed the sudden panic flashing across your face.
You had no idea what the conversation was about. Maybe Miss Hunter truly hadn’t heard her friends. Or maybe you simply didn’t have access to her memories at all. Tara and Yvonne were looking at you, expecting an answer you couldn’t give.
Tara clicked her tongue, clearly frustrated.
“Look, I know you don’t want to talk about it. But you can’t just keep going like this! You’re taking more and more missions.”
Her voice grew louder. A few people at nearby tables glanced over before quickly returning to their drinks.
“I… I’m fine,” you mumbled, trying to come up with an excuse to leave.
Yvonne silently observed you while Tara huffed in annoyance.
“Stop lying! Everyone can see it. You keep pushing yourself. What if you don’t return from one of your missions?”
“Tara isn’t wrong,” Yvonne finally interjected. “I see you at the hospital more often than I used to. And you barely give your wounds time to heal before running off on another mission. I swear, Dr. Li will soon put you on mandatory hospital stay.”
You kept staring at your cup as your mind raced. Your stomach twisted. This wasn’t a casual coffee outing. They had cornered her. But what had Miss Hunter done to warrant this? You had no idea. You had memorized every note Miss Hunter had left for you. Every name, every short description. And yet none of that had prepared you for this.
You remembered Tara mentioning something happening with Miss Hunter’s family. But Miss Hunter had refused to talk about it, claiming it wasn’t important and that you would receive only the information you needed to know.
Well, it looked like she had been wrong.
You would leave a very angry voice message for her later and demand full transparency. But right now, you had to somehow navigate the situation you had been dropped into. What could you say? Her friends were clearly concerned, which probably meant Miss Hunter had ignored all their advice.
You cleared your throat, forcing the words out.
“I… don’t want to talk about it.”
The silence that followed felt heavy. You turned your head and stared out the café window, pretending to watch the people passing by on the street. Anything was better than meeting their eyes. Your gaze drifted across the street as Tara and Yvonne’s voices faded into the background. You could only hope you were acting the way Miss Hunter would in this situation. Or that Tara and Yvonne were too frustrated to notice the difference.
Dread bubbled in your chest. You had no idea how you would react if they started questioning your strange behavior.
Tara’s voice was becoming more and more agitated, but you kept ignoring her, too afraid to meet her gaze. Too afraid to be exposed.
You froze when you noticed a familiar black shape on the streetlamp across the road.
The mechanical crow. It tilted its head, staring straight at you through the café window. You locked eyes with the bird. Your fingers tightened around the coffee cup, the heat barely registering through the sudden rush of panic. Was the crow really watching you? Why was it here? Why had you been seeing it every time? And why had Miss Hunter never noticed it?
You had no answers. And the pit in your stomach only grew deeper.
“Miss Hunter!” Yvonne’s raised voice broke through your panicked thoughts. “Your hands are shaking. Did something catch your attention?”
You snapped your head toward her.
“Wh–what? No, no. Just… got lost in my thoughts.”
You lowered your gaze to the cup again and took a sip, hoping to give yourself a moment to think.
The moment the warm liquid touched your tongue, your throat closed up and you began coughing violently, nearly spitting the coffee out.
“Too… sweet,” you croaked between coughs.
It looked like Miss Hunter preferred drinking pure sugar with a bit of coffee mixed in.
Tara and Yvonne exchanged confused looks.
“That’s… how you always order your coffee, isn’t it?” Yvonne said quietly, her observant eyes fixed on you.
Your heart dropped. Your first mistake. Your shoulders stiffened. You forced yourself to take a slow breath, hoping they wouldn’t notice how tense you had suddenly become.
“Oh… well, it’s too sweet even for me…” you mumbled.
But your mistake gave you the perfect excuse to leave, even if only temporarily. Anything was better. You needed a moment to clear your head.
“I think the barista messed up and added too much sugar.”
You forced a smile and pushed your chair back too quickly, the legs scraping loudly against the floor.
“I’ll go ask them to remake my coffee…”
You took one step forward when sudden dizziness hit you, and you stumbled backward, awkwardly falling back into your seat.
Instinctively, you looked toward the streetlamp.
The crow was gone.
Darkness enveloped you, drowning out the concerned voices of Miss Hunter’s friends.
reposted with permission. no re-edit or commercial use.
artist danke’s sylusmc sketch based on the sylus’ lingering lust text abstract pv!
now everybody say thank you!🙇♀️😭✨
reposting art by artists is not what i usually do for this side blog. this is a one-time thing. i just wanted this sketch to exist on this blog. the artist is more active on other platforms.🥹🙏
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