she's been awfully quiet for the past hour, deep in thoughts while her head rests on sylus' chest. he flips through the pages of an old book, his arm cradling her waist but he's keenly aware of her silence, until her voice breaks it timidly,
"sylus? do you remember your mother?"
sylus and i move in together and that fucker learns what "it's barbie's dreamhouse" really means
i have personal beef with these fuckass leather sofas🤺🤺🤺
getting into a sparring match with sylus because you're all riled up, anger coursing through your veins hot like molten lava, every hit feeling more personal than the one before; personal not because your anger is directed at him, but because whatever had you dragging him into─