Crow's Blessings → Sylus

Troublesome

A/N: I personally don't like smut, but I'm a firm believer that Sylus has a nearly uncontrollable sex drive

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Dinner became more than eating—half the time I spent in the bar to dine with the other two, I was kept busy with Sylus's lecture to control my Evol. Considering the Auxesis phase, he said he wasn't sure if my Evol was at its full potential, but even if it wasn't, it was quite useful and powerful already.

After dinner, Sylus excused himself, leaving Xavier and I in the presence of the housemaid, which was busy washing the dishes across the marbled table. "So, where are you sleeping?" I took a bite of the harissa, tasting the savory coconut and the sweet, citrusy syrup of the cake. 

Xavier hummed, "I don't know. Here, maybe?" he stabbed his finger against the table, glancing at me with confusion written all over his face. "Old man didn't show me around the house."

I groaned in exhaustion, "What's wrong with you two? Like, what kind of feud do you have with each other?" gulping down the last bite of harissa, I turned the stool to face Xavier, elbows propped on the table.

It looked like he just finished the last bite of harissa on the pan, wiping off the remaining crumbs on his mouth with his thumb. "Long story," his voice was audibly solemn.

"I have all night," leaning against the table, I carefully watched his face became somber.

Xavier threw his gaze at the empty pan, casually avoiding my eyes. "Some things are better left unknown," lifting his gaze up, he flashed a small smile. "Anyways, can I ask you a small favor?"

Maybe, it was something personal, and it'd be best to leave it at that. "Sure."

"Can you ask the owner of this house on where I can sleep?" staring up at me with beady, blue eyes, he almost resembled a poor puppy thrown on the side of the road, waiting for a responsible person to pick him up.

I shrugged, "Sure," jumping off the high stool, I causally made my way towards the hallway.

The bright light of the kitchen and dining area disappeared behind the door as I stepped foot into the ominous hallway. It wasn't the lack of lighting that made the hallway so unnerving—it was the paintings, especially that of Ivan The Terrible. I could feel its somber eyes following every step I took as I approached and made haste to pass the painting hanging in the middle of the hallway, afraid of its eyes, as if he's accusing me of the death of his son that laid helplessly in the cradle of his arms.

By the end of the hallway was a double door, bigger than the other doors on the right side of the hallway. Hesitantly, I knocked on the door. "Come in," Sylus's gruff voice pierced trough the door. With a bit of struggle, I pushed open the heavy hardwood door, pressing my back against it to close it back.

It was the first time I stepped foot into Sylus's bedroom. For a single man, his bedroom was befitting for a king as it was nearly twice the size of the guest room I slept in; maroon red walls with black and silver accents, black marbled floor, and furnitures with similar color schemes. Sylus stood by, what I thought, was his private bathroom, his back facing me as he busied himself with pulling on his black robe.

Taking deliberate steps closer to him, I nearly jumped back in surprise as Sylus turned around, facing me with a lopsided smile. "Are you planning on something?" his eyes trailed down momentarily, before raising it back to maintain eye contact with me.

"No," I shook my head with a genuine smile. "I, um... Just wanted to ask if Xavier could sleep in the guest room?"

His smile faltered into a nonchalant expression as he crossed his arms over his chest, hiding his toned abs from my vision. "To sleep with you?"