"When is Kingdom Hearts 4 coming out? I wanna know...I have the RIGHT to know!"
"A Kingdom Hearts fan doesn't have a right to know. Nor does it even have the right to BE."
You hear feet shuffling across the carpeted floor and your irritation builds. Blindly, you reach for a pillow and toss it in the general direction of the sound. It thumps softly onto the floor; you missed your target. A small lamp turns on in the corner of the room and illuminates it in a warm light.
“I have several guest rooms if you really want to sleep away from me, you know?”
“Go away.”
Sylus sighs and for a moment you think he actually leaves but when you peer through your lashes, you find him kneeling at the end of the couch. You throw another pillow which bounces square off his face. He doesn’t seem phased by it and shuffles forward slightly.
“Leave me alone to sleep on your stupidly expensive couch, Sylus.”
“You’ll hurt your back sleeping like that, sweetie.”
With a frustrated huff, you sit up with your arms folded. Staring down at Sylus, he meets your eyes with an apologetic expression. Slowly, as if gauging your reaction, he rests his hand against your ankle. The warmth of his calloused hand quickly spreads across your bare leg and you find your irritation dissipating as his thumb rubs slow, soothing circles.
“You’re so annoying.”
“I know.” Sylus pauses for a moment. “I’m sorry, kitten.”
The sincerity in his voice coupled with his gentle touch has the last of your annoyance fizzling out of your system. Reaching forward, you flick his forehead and he grimaces.
“That’s for being an idiot.” Your lips quickly kiss the very same spot before your forehead presses against his. “And that is me accepting your apology so you’ll stop giving me sad eyes.”
Sylus scoffs as he reaches up and pulls you into his embrace. With the shift in weight and height, you go tumbling down into his arms and you both sprawl across the plush carpet. Sylus hugs you tightly as he stands with you snugly in his arms. He peppers light kisses all across your face, mumbling his apologies against your skin all the while.
“Does this mean you’ll be sleeping in bed with me?”
“Hmm I’ll think about it.”
Sylus chuckles. With a soft kiss to your lips he walks back towards the bedroom. “Good enough.”
sylus telling you through text that he'll be a little late bc he got caught up in a deal. later, you find out that he was successfully convinced by a group of kids to buy plenty of treats from their bake sale near your apartment building.
sylus recommending the count of monte cristo… a man falsely imprisoned by cruel people, locked away for years, consumed by despair and loneliness… yet still manages to escape, rebuild himself, become powerful, take on multiple identities and help those in need… oh my sylus