Lost Love || Book 1 || Sylus x Reader || LADS Fanfiction

45. Kitty's Apartment

So, we walk to my apartment which is fortunately not that far away from the park. Linkon City is quiet, the only sounds some distant cars and from time to time an owl. "The night sky tonight is really beautiful." I murmur, looking up in the sky as we walk down the street.

The milk street is shining upon us and the moon is full and big, enlightening the night. The kitten in Sylus's arm is asleep, I can hear her purring as he absentminded strokes her fur. But Sylus's gaze is directed at me. "Yes, beautiful indeed."

Suddenly, I feel his grab on my arm while he gently holds the sleeping kitten in his other hand. My eyes shift from the sky to Sylus's eyes, they glim red in the night and his gaze is captivating.

He leans in, his hand moves from my arm to my neck to pull me even closer, until his soft lips melt with mine. His kiss feels hot in the cool night air, and my heart skips a beat at the sweet sensation.

After a while, we reach my apartment block, where I lived for several years now. Thank God! It seems that everyone is asleep, the building is dark and quiet. If Xavier would see me and Sylus together in the middle of the night, it would be problematic. Not to mention that Sylus's appearance would certainly raise some questions.

"Be quiet." I whisper as I unlock my door. It's been a while since I was here, but it seems that Xavier took care of my apartment in the meantime. The plants look like they got water the last days and the air smells fresh. Xavier is a really nice guy, and I am grateful to have him as a friend, neighbor and colleague.

I open the door and step into my small entry hall, Sylus follows behind me, looking over my shoulder. He takes in the sight of the place I lived alone the past years. To be honest, my apartment is a mess. It's not dirty (thanks to Xavier) but there is a certain chaos on every surface available.

My piano is covered in sheet music, the guitar lying on top. The blanket of my couch is carelessly thrown and not neatly folded. But I guess Sylus is already used to my kind of messy lifestyle. I recall being a chaotic kid from the start, and if Mephisto was here to stalk me earlier, the apartment is no secret to Sylus anymore. As I thought, Sylus seems not to be surprised, and a nostalgic smile crosses his face instead.

"It feels comfier as I imagined." He says with a hint of amusement. I roll my eyes at him, as I close and lock the door behind me. "Thanks, Mr. Stalker." I say as I walk over to the kitchen. "Do you want to drink some tea to warm up?" Sylus sits down at my couch, the kitten still in his arm. "Yes, please."

In the light of my apartment, I notice that his lips are slightly blue. I grab the blanket and pull it over his upper body, wrapping him and the kitten in my cozy blanket like a plushy burrito. "Better?" I ask worried and he smiles thankfully up to me. "Thanks, Kitty." He says softly and the warmth of his voice spreads through my whole body, starting with my heart and reaching my cheeks. "You are welcome."

I walk over to my kitchen and prepare the tea, humming happily and wiping with my feet to the beat. It feels so good to be at home, but it's surreal that Sylus sits in my couch, snuggling with a kitten tugged in my blanket. I must pinch myself, because it feels like a dream.

When the tea is ready, I walk back to Sylus, sitting next to him with two cups of tea in my hands. "There you go. Do you need anything else?" He looks so cute in wrapped in my blanket, that I would love to spoil him. "Could you sing for me again?" I am truly surprised by his request and my eyes grow wide. "You sure?"

"You used to sing for and with me back in the labs. It's some of the best memories of my whole life. So, yes. Please." I am struck by the longing in his eyes, so it's hard to refuse. "Ok, but I have to hold back. Xavier lives right above me, and it would be bad if we wake him up."

I get up to get my guitar and sit with crossed legs on the couch next to Sylus. I tune my guitar, slightly strumming some chords to warm up. I feel his intense gaze upon me, but I am not as nervous as I was before. Then I pick some strings to play a soft melody, my voice hardly a whisper as I start to sing. Then, Sylus reaches out with his free hand to touch my thigh, and I feel my body shift as we dive into another of our memories.