this reminds of when mc said “when gripping a gun, they're cold and unyielding, but when they touch me, they become tender and warm” when talking about sylus’ hands… god this is everything to me 🚬🚬🚬
i kinda feel like sylus would be the best ex-you-broke-up-with-but-still-have-feelings-for. insane poker face and knows how to push all your buttons when you cave and ask him for "one last fuck", for the 20th time. deep down he's just as in love as he ever was, and is more than happy to entertain your whims because he's down bad too and can't get enough of you.
just something about his nonchalant facade falling away when he's in the throes of passion, kissing you and savoring every touch as if it could be his last. holding you afterwards and stroking your hair until you fall asleep, even though he knows he shouldn't be treating you like a girlfriend anymore. but you snuggle a bit closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck, and he's folded instantly.
kissing sylus oh so softly. straddling his lap and holding his face in your hands while your lips touch every available spot in the softest caress. you kiss his eyebrow, his forehead, the tip of his nose, the corners of his mouth and when he closes his eyes expecting a proper one, you kiss his eyelids instead, earning yourself a rich chuckle that makes your heart flutter.
he's blushing, you realise when you pull away, and he's smiling as if you personally hung the stars for him.
"my dragon," you hum, and something cracks wide open inside his chest. suddenly he feels afloat, drifting higher and higher until he reaches a bed of clouds and silk, of furs draped across stone and gold, of a field with bright red flowers.
the tips of your noses nuzzle togetger and his smile widens into a full on grin, youth spreading across his handsome features like you've never seen before. he's easily ten years younger like this, free of all responsibilities and inhibitions.
"happiness suits you well."
"yes, she does"
dragonlus trying so hard to act nonchalant whenever his sorceress shows him even the smallest bit of affection, arms crossed and eyes narrowed down at them, only to be betrayed by the louuud purring coming from his chest