Sylus, Who Has A Plethora Of Luxury And Sports Cars But Mainly Used His Bike When He Is With You Cuz

“I’d rather be the only dark power inside your body” — Astarion from BG3

from that day on I was his

interview with the vampire (2022) // emily brontë, wuthering heights

sylus x "sweetheart"

He rolls over in the middle of the night, his arm reaching across the bed into empty, cool sheets. "Sweetheart?" He mumbles softly into the quiet room, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he half-raises his head off the pillow, searching the darkness for you with bleary focus. He hears the light flick on in the bathroom and his muscles relax as he snuggles back under the covers, trying hard to fight off sleep so he can welcome you back into his arms once you return to bed.

"Sweetheart..." he draws out each syllable playfully as he leans agains the front door with a bemused expression. a smirk playing across his lips as he watches your frantic movements. "We're gonna be late." You're scrambling around the foyer looking for your keys. He thinks to himself for a moment, and then his smirk deepens. "did you leave them in the lock again?" He lets out a soft chuckle as an embarrassed, knowing flush rises to your cheeks, already pulling open the door to check. sure enough— stuck straight in the lock. "You've really got to stop doing that."

You're walking down the busy sidewalk alone, tote bag over your shoulder as Sylus' voice echoes through your earbuds. "Hey, sweetheart. you look nice today." "Huh? I haven't even seen you today." "That's true. but I'm pretty sure I'm seeing you right now." You whirl around, searching the crowd, until you see the the familiar silhouette of a sleek black car slowly creeping down the street, matching your pace. Sylus rolls the window down, just enough for you to see the tops of his fingers as he gives a casual, flirtatious wave. a car honks in irritation behind him. He murmurs into the receiver. "You gonna make me hold up traffic like this much longer? This guy behind me's about to start seeing red."

"Sweetheart," he says in that husky low voice that makes you weak in the knees as he's pulling the strap of your nightdress down, inching it lower and lower on your shoulder as the movie plays in the background. His fingers are rough, his hands slightly calloused, but the motion of the touch itself is somehow silk-soft. "You're so warm," he whispers, his breath ghosting over the sharp ledge of your collarbone, fingers momentarily moving to trace its edge. "You sure you don't wanna keep watching?" You almost roll your eyes at the ridiculous question. "Fuck no, not when you're looking at me like that."

𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐖, 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐄 [ street racer!sylus for @dissociativewriter ]

I’m obsessed with Sam Reid’s acting choices in the loustat reunion scene. Every time I rewatch it, I notice the differences in the way he talks, the facial expressions we’ve never seen, the mannerisms that are new. He’s not exactly what we thought he was, but he’s still definitely Lestat, and there’s something really compelling about that. Even Louis is a little different with him- they are very familiar with each other despite the time apart. And I’m sure we’ll see shades of their s1 selves- I’m sure Lestat will veer into that anger and menace sometimes, or into the manic, emotional mess we see in the s3 teaser- but I think there’s going to be some new things to get used to when we see him next season.

I’M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

don’t talk to me till I’ve had my morning blood