#im beginning to sense a pattern for when i write Sylus

[muqingslover]

Sylus is a proud man. He's got both the strength and the influence to back up his confidence. He knows better than anyone how powerful he is, that's why he never hesitates about anything in his life. When he wants something then he simply has to find a way to obtain it, it's always been as simple as that.

Except, it wasn't like that with you.

You were something that couldn't be placed into a category since the day he met you many, many moons ago.

You were the person who changed everything he was so sure he didn't need to understand and taught an old dragon how to fly by making his heart soar higher than he could ever reach.

But the rule about flying is that the higher you go, the harder the fall is bound to be. And oh did he fall hard.

Still, he could grit his teeth and bear the pain if it meant he would, some day, find you again. In the meantime, he would search for new things to share with you and make himself stronger, better for you.

Sylus is a strong man, but his heart shatters as easily as thin glass. He glues together the pieces each time, well enough that he can go another day without anyone seeing through the cracks, but never quite whole.

There's a room he never allows anyone to catch as much as a glimpse of what lays inside where he keeps the most important piece of his heart.

For the years spent apart, Sylus collected gifts and placed them inside that room he so carefully prepared for you. The piles and piles of wrapped boxes increasing as time continued to pass and he tried to fill the void in his chest by making a home for you.

Sylus never once doubted you'd return to him. However, sometimes, in nights where your birthday weighted heavily in his mind, he'd curl up on the large bed in the room while hugging yet another gift he chose for you. Would you like this one enough to come back to him this time, he wonder.

The tears that escape his crimson eyes are something he'd never acknowledge, being the proud man that he is, but they carried the silent pleas and hopes of a mere lonely dragon, 'Please, my love, come back to me'.

[ Now with part two! ;) ]