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In an attempt to blink away this blissful night, you’re taken back to a few days ago when you were having coffee with Tara.
“The fruit vendor asked me about you,” Tara said, sipping her coffee as though this wasn’t groundbreaking news. “He says he has a shipment of strawberries he wanted to hand you.”
“Ridiculous. I don’t even like strawberries.”
“Says the woman who ordered a strawberry acai.”
You had a hard time keeping a smile to yourself. “Okay fine. I suppose he is kind of cute, but I don’t think-”
“A-HA!” she screamed loud enough that it could’ve been heard in the N109 Zone for all you care. “So go after him!”
You didn’t have the heart to tell her you were already planning to get married to him.
The marriage was hasty, you’ll have to admit. A dark, secluded church abandoned and undesired by most, if not all of the citizens in the N109 Zone was the most romantic place you could think of. With only the twins and Mephisto as your witnesses and a priest willing to wed you both, you were finally together.
Beneath the darkness of the N109 Zone, two parts of a soul became one.
Now, Sylus’s soft snores can be heard right behind you, his arms encircling your waist like he wouldn’t dare attempt to let you go. The coolness of his wedding ring bears into your skin, a stark reminder of this unlikely union that fills your heart more than anything else has. A reminder too of what had transpired between you two just hours before.
“Oh goodness,” you murmur into your palm, quiet laughter erupting out of you alongside a pesky blush.
“Hm?”
The husk of your husband’s voice reverberates, waves of it crashing down on your skin as his lips touch your shoulder. There is softness in the way he does it, but then again, isn’t he always like that with you?
“Did I wake you up?” You turn around so you’re facing him. Red eyes meet yours, and his small smile shines with the moonlight’s help.
“I wanted to know what made my wife so happy.”
Wife.
If you weren’t already beet red, hearing him call you his wife would’ve turned you into one of those roses he loves giving you. Or, better yet, a strawberry he was planning to surprise you with.
“It’s nothing,” you dismiss. “I was just thinking about our marriage, that’s all.”
“Happy thoughts, I hope,” he teases, but you notice a hint of fear in his tone. You’ve heard it many times before — when he first confessed his feelings, when he quietly proposed under Linkon’s starry night with the twins next to him, and when he married you. A fear of losing you, a fear of disappointing the only person who could make him move worlds and love like no other.
Lucky for him, you know exactly how to make him feel the love he believes he doesn’t deserve. “Very happy thoughts. Why do you think I was laughing?”
Sylus’s smile widens at that. He takes your hand and places tiny kisses into your palm, worshipping you with every move he makes. If devotion were a person, it would be the other half of your soul.
“I must be doing something right if I can make you laugh even while I’m asleep.”
“You’re doing everything right, Sy-Sy.”
It’s his turn to become strawberry red, and you have to resist taking a bite. Instead you cup his cheeks and giggle at the way his eyes fight to stay open, sleep willfully winning the match against your husband who yearns to hear more of your voice.
“Go back to sleep,” you tell him. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“Mmm…” he hums. There’s something about the husk of his voice that makes you want to crawl into his heart and live there for the rest of your life. “You better be.”
“I will. I mean, who could leave a man that somehow convinced a priest to visit the N109 Zone?”
He chuckles, and you realize that you like being the only one who could do that to him. “Touché.”
“And aside from that, who could leave such a lovable, wonderful man?” You place kisses all over his pretty face, no part of him left unloved. His breath hitching is one of the loveliest sounds you’ve ever heard, and your name escaping his lips is even better.
“My love…”
“I love you. So, so much.” You pull away, only to place another kiss on his forehead the way he loves doing to you. “Sy-Sy. I. Love. You.”
Happiness engulfs him, and you can see it in the way his red eyes widen and the feel of his hand caressing your waist. Like your skin could ground him, like your existence makes him worth it.
“I love you too, beloved.” He presses his forehead against yours. “I can’t believe we’re married.”
“That’s what I was laughing about earlier! We’re actually married, Sylus. And we…” You look at your messy blankets and the clothes scattered across the floor. Button-ups on hotel chairs, your wedding dress beautifully sitting next to the door. “We…”
“Yes, we did.”
There is no love purer than his. He can read your mind and understand you like no other.
The moment is broken by his abrupt yawn, your laughter erupting when he nuzzles his head into the crook of your shoulder. I’m sleeping here, he murmurs. Comfortable.
You can only run your fingers through his hair as he falls back into slumber as quickly as he awoke. Peace settles within him, a rare occurrence, and it’s all because of you.
“I love you,” you whisper once more before sleep takes you as well, letting his soft snores and his gentle hug lull you to a tranquility you have always wanted.
In this world and in every life, your soul will only belong to him.