Crow's Blessings → Sylus

Executive Director

What was it that Sylus wanted to talk to me about? Or, did he say it just so that I wouldn't go after Xavier?

Whatever it was piqued my interest. Reluctantly, I closed the door and turned on my heels to face him. Sylus sat crossed legs on the dining chair, an elbow propped on the table as his body was facing me. I approached him with deliberate steps, maintaining eye contact with his judging stare.

Halting my steps a short distance away from the dining table, I crossed my arms over my chest. "What is it?" I waited for his response, not really expecting much out of him than a trivial question.

Raising a brow, Sylus put his leg down, sitting with his legs slightly apart. "You were so eager to be close to me in the car. Why are you acting distant now?" his voice almost sounded disappointed with a slight mockery to his tone.

"You made gave the wrong idea to my coworker," a sharp tone laced my voice, like a dog barking at a stranger trespassing its territory.

"So, now he's your coworker?" Sylus lost all the amusement on his face, instead it became stoic, unfriendly. The way his gleaming eyes lost its mirth the moment I responded told me that I might have said something he didn't want to hear.

"What?"

"You said he's your friend, now he's your coworker. Is there another title your friend has that you haven't told me?"

I furrowed my brows, "Well, isn't it natural to be friends with your coworker? He's my friend and my coworker."

Sylus hummed half-heartedly, extending his hand out towards me. "Take a seat, sweetie."

Nevertheless, I obliged to his request. I sat across from him, his eyes remained on my face, noticing my annoyance. "About the event earlier," he started, elbows propped on the table, intertwining his fingers. "The Duke told me that you stole something from him. Is this true?"

"What?" as if more baffled than before, I snorted. "That's ridiculous. I've only met him once—twice, with the auction earlier," intertwining my fingers, I stuffed them in-between my thighs, finding the fabric of the dress slightly comforting.

Sylus nodded his head to my response. "I believe you," yet he pertained that judgemental gaze. "But, I believe the Duke wouldn't lie either. It doesn't benefit him, preying on a citizen."

My gaze fell to the polished surface of the dining table, my mind reeled back to everything that could possibly be connected to the Duke. "I never touched him, neither have I steal from him."

"I know, sweetie," his gaze faltered—that judgmental stare almost disappeared the moment he casted his gaze towards the open windows, staring off to the distance. "Stay on your toes. I'll have to prove your innocence to the Duke. Until then, he'll consider you his enemy," Sylus stood from the chair and walked off towards the door.

"Hey, wait!" my voice successfully stopped him in his tracks, even though he barely glanced back. I slowly approached him, "I, uh," the words were caught in my throat. I initially planned to ask him about the nightmares, but concluded that he couldn't possibly know the answer to it. "Nevermind. Thank you for tonight."

Sylus lingered a bit longer by the door frame. "Good night, sweetie."

—

Sunday was uneventful; I used the rest of the day to recharge my social battery, finding it physically and emotionally exhausting the past week. Not to mention with those haunting nightmares that continued on, even last night. I ended up taking short naps to avoid the long-lasting nightmares.

Last night, I was hoping Sylus would stay, so I could test and see if my theory about the nightmares were correct. But, it felt weird, wrong even—I barely knew the mysterious guy and something about having him staying in my apartment makes me feel uneasy, unlike staying at his house. It's almost as if I felt bad for not having the same luxurious life as he does, so there's not much to offer by him staying in my living space.