Okay But Mc Telling Sylus To Buy Her The Roses With The Most Thorns Because Her Fingers Can Handle It

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Sylus on his wedding day…. who can’t keep his eyes off of you as you walk down the aisle towards him, a vision of white so stunning that his breath is stolen right out of his lungs. The person that he had sworn his whole heart to over and over again, across countless lifetimes and against every tragic ending— his beloved, who he’s about to marry.

Sylus whose voice shakes just slightly when he says his wedding vows to you, struggling to keep his cool.

Sylus who, for the life of him, is fighting for his life to keep it together as he holds your hands in his, declaring his love to you— vowing himself to be yours for the rest of eternity. Whose voice cracks just slightly when he says I love you. Something in his chest is warm when he sees tears gather in your lashes— when he sees the love just as deep as his reflected in your eyes.

Sylus who kisses you before he’s even told to do so, heart racing so badly that he fears you might feel it trying to jump out of his chest— his hand trembles as he cups your cheek, drawing you in for a kiss that seals the rest of your lives together. Your lips are so soft against his, your body slotting against his like puzzle pieces finally reunited, and he almost falls to his knees when he feels you smiling into the kiss, when he feels your hands wrap around his neck and shoulders, pulling him down against you, just as eager to spend the rest of your life with him. 

Sylus who kisses you once, twice more— again and again, until you’re laughing into his lips and your hands tangle in his hair, not another thought in his mind aside from the fact that from this day onwards, he’s your husband. 

And oh, if you feel just the softest drops of rain that fall onto your cheeks, you say nothing about it. Instead, you smile, wipe the tears that gather in his lash line away with the pad of your thumb, and draw your husband into another kiss, sealing the two of you together for the rest of eternity.

Please be rude - Gigi Perez

Literally drew the thumbnails for this on a gum wrapper during a 9 hour shift while listening to this song on repeat

Reunion with Sylus after you remember your past life together. The way that Sylus would be so bewildered at first, not knowing (or perhaps not daring to hope) why you’re suddenly marching into his room like you’re on a mission, why you’re grabbing his face frantically, eyes wide and glossy with unshed tears.

He doesn’t know why you’re suddenly kissing him like you’re dying, like you’ve missed him when you only just saw him that morning. Doesn’t know why your hands are shaking where they’re buried in his hair, or why you seem caught between laughing and sobbing with your lips pressed against his. He doesn’t know why— not until you force yourself to part from his lips, glossy with your spit and reddened from your kiss.

“My dragon,” you murmur softly, words cracking with desperation. Your lip brush against his own, voice reverent and filled with longing and heartbreak and sorrow and a bottomless love. His breath catches in his chest, eyes widening in disbelief, in hips. You press a kiss to his forehead, and Sylus’ eyes flutter shut and a shuddering breath leaves him, heart racing in his chest, because you finally, finally remember.

おやすみ 😴

nothing is more satisfying than finding the perfect word. nothing is more infuriating than not finding it.

I LOVE this man with every INCH of my being. This card was so so so so so so so so soft. It was precious. My new favorite card 🤭♥️

your jordans are fake asf Dave.

Sylus is not-so-subtly using Mephisto to spy on you while he's on a business trip— something you realize immediately as you're lounging on the couch watching TV in one of his t-shirts and hear a sudden tap-tap-tap from outside the balcony's sliding glass door.

You squint, adjusting your glasses to see a familiar red eyed crow cocking his head at you through the window. "Really?" You murmur with a smirk, getting up to pull open the door. Mephisto hops onto your shoulder with a rusty-sounding squawk.

"How long have you been out here?" You murmur good naturedly, ruffling the bird's feathers. The apertures of Mephisto's mechanical eyes restrict and dilate as he registers your face. "Hey, Sylus," you say with a wink, knowing he's listening and watching through Mephisto.

As you return to the couch, setting Mephisto on the coffee table across from you, a text buzzes through on your phone that confirms your suspicions. I like you in that shirt.

You smirk, standing up to strike an exaggerated pose in front of the bird, showcasing how oversized the shirt is on you. "So sexy, right?" You tease sarcastically.

Sexiest thing on the planet, Sylus writes back. Maybe I should come back home early to take it off of you.

"Maybe you should," you say, watching Mephisto preen his feathers. "How many more days?"

Three, baby, Sylus responds. Mephisto can keep you company in the meantime.

"Mephie can't talk," you retort, talking into the silence. "And he needs his gears oiled, by the way. He creaks like an old man when he walks." You can practically hear Sylus' thick, rumbling chuckle when he responds with a string of laughing emojis.

"I'm getting lonelier by the second," you whine. "Seriously, it's been like two weeks now and you've been too busy to call. I worry about you, you know?"

There's absolutely nothing to worry about. I'm fine. I'll be home before you know it.

You roll your eyes at his placating text. You aren't trying to be clingy, but this is the longest the two of you have ever been apart, and the persistent aching feeling of missing him is starting to wear you down. "I know, I know," you mutter, waving him off. Your phone buzzes again.

In fact, I'll make you a bet. If I'm home before you know it, you have to do whatever I say. Agreed?

"Oh, please," you snicker. Mephisto fluffs out his wings. "Fine. Whatever you say." You know he's just trying to get you to stop being mopey.

Anything I say?

"Anything," you concede, lying back to absentmindedly resume scrolling through the TV channels.

Perfect. As if on cue you hear three hard knocks on the front door.

"Son of a..."

[A/N]: adapted from a request by @harukablossomsblog~ hope you enjoy!

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