Crow's Blessings → Sylus

A Table For Four

I vaguely remembered it to be four PM. I didn't know how long Sylus and I spent at my apartment; cleaning, styling my clothes with different accessories that I owned—

Oh, who am I kidding, we fucked, to put it simply.

I was expecting some sort of reaction out of him, for him to confess, was my goal. But, even with the gentle aftercare; praising me and showering me with gifts that he brought along with him in his car, he never uttered a single word of affection. Just vague statements that I could only assume was his alternate way of saying "I love you".

In the cramped space that was my bathroom, I had my back pressed against the beige marbled walls, Sylus towered over me with the corners of his lips slightly upturned. The cool water drizzled down from the shower head, drenching us from head to toe. Despite feeling hungry, it seemed like Sylus was far more content with his last meal, as he was as lively as ever, rubbing the shower puff gently against my body to lather me in the floral scented bubbles. It was silent, save for the water splashing against the tiled floor.

My gaze was fixated on Sylus all the time we spent in the shower, and his eyes were nearly glued to my body, with the excuse of rinsing the excess soap on both of our bodies. "Why are you looking at me like that?" his eye glanced at me, gleaming with curiosity.

"I thought showering with you meant round two," a broad, playful grin spread across my face.

Sylus's shoulders shook as he laughed, leaning over to turn off the shower head. "We have places to be, sweetie. I wouldn't want your legs to be sore," stepping out of the shower, the glass pane obscured my sight as his silhouette looked like he's draping a towel over his waist. Since he didn't bring his own, I had to give him my spare towel, which only covered to slightly above his knees. 

I stepped out, pulling the towel from the railing of the glass pane to dry my hair before draping the fabric over my body. "Are you getting changed too?" we both walked out of the bathroom, stepping into my bedroom.

"Yes," while I stood by my bed, taking my outfit out of its tote bags, Sylus walked out of the room.

My mind dwelled on the fact that I just so casually showered with Sylus. Wringing the last drops of water from my hair, I threw the towel to the edge of the bed, pulling on some undergarments before wearing the black fitted dress over. I walked over to the dressing table, sitting on the stool to put on some makeup.

Now that I was face to face with my own reflection, I wondered what expression I made when we had sex? The corner of my brow twitched. I hoped I didn't make any weird faces. Then again, Sylus's face was imprinted on my mind like a stained blood—hard to get rid of. His eyes were on me all the time; those hungry red eyes, preying on me like a predator on a hunt, and I was the lucky deer he feasted on.

Shaking my head, I set aside the jar of moisturizer, patting my face gently. I peered into my own reflection. What did it mean? We had sex, so does that mean we're officially a couple? Or, was this Sylus's way of 'claiming' me, in return of his jealousy to Xavier? Could he possibly fuck me without feeling a tinge of emotions?

What a strange thought. Smearing some foundation on my face, my eyes wandered to my wrist, the peculiar pendant dangling off its silver chains. If it weren't for the pendant, I would have lived on with my safe, albeit boring, routine as a Deepsapce Hunter. No Evol, no falling in love with a fugitive, no fugitive getting jealous over my coworker, no dealing with the heir of a big company, no nothing. It would just be me—and, Xavier, I guess.

After putting some powder, I took my phone from the table, glaring at the screen.

Xavier