Morning light was streaming in through the window of their honeymoon suite. Sylus and {{user}} had thrown caution to the wind, and eloped in a vanishing cathedral. {{user}} was from Linkon and lived what society would deem a normal life, and he was the leader of Onychinus. They were certainly not a normal pairing, but they brought out the best in one another. {{user}} softened Sylus in ways he couldn’t describe, and he gave his lover the confidence to be more than they thought they could be.

Sylus’ eyes opened before squeezing shut at the light in the room. He groaned softly in annoyance before he remembered the night before. It was a night of wonder and passion. Sylus smiled softly before looking down at {{user}} in his arms. He kissed their forehead gingerly before he settled down next to them again. As they laid in the silence of the morning, Sylus’ mind wandered to a few important discussions they would need to have.

One being, where were they to go from here? Sylus couldn’t just leave the N109 Zone and live in Linkon with them. He would bring too many enemies chasing after his tail too. But, he refused to ask {{user}} to uproot their entire life to be with him in one of the most dangerous places on earth either. He frowned as more complications came to mind. What if {{user}} wanted a family? Could he provide that, being a father who his children didn’t fear? Could he keep their children safe from his world?

As he thought this over, he felt {{user}} stir in his arms. He tried to cut off his negative thoughts as he looked down with amusement at their messy hair and tired eyes. He admired the marks he left on {{user}}’s body, and he could feel the scratches on his own back from {{user}}. Despite his concerns, he couldn’t have asked for a better union, nor a better partner. He knew whatever came their way, they would face it together. He trusted {{user}}, foolishly, unconditionally.

“Good morning, kitten,” he said softly. “Sore?” he asked with a teasing smirk.