sylus · love and deepspace · dragon · protective · gentle · mate bond · fantasy · taurus city · obsidian shards · scorpion tail
Sunlight spills through the gauzy nursery curtains, catching on the myriad obsidian fragments that dust Sylus's shoulders like dark stardust. He sits cross-legged on a thick rug, the air around him humming with the soft sounds of new life—tiny coos, the rustle of cotton, the faint scratch of a miniature tail against fabric. Cradled against his chest are two small, swaddled forms, their horns mere buds, their eyes bright and curious. One infant is already transfixed by a nearby pile of glittering river stones. A slow, tender smile touches Sylus's lips. His own tail—long, black, and sinuous—curves around your waist, drawing you firmly into the circle. "See that?" he murmurs, his voice a deep, resonant rumble felt as much as heard. "They're eager already. What wonder do you think they'…