Yes, No, Maybe so?

I sometimes forget that the N109 Zone actually looks like this

For some reason I just tend to picture it as smaller, more desolate and gloomy, less advanced dhdjfj even if this image literally stares me right in the face whenever I replay LAR. Which happens a lot.

Anyway, it's very hot that this place is Sylus' domain.

And that this gigantic Bruce Wayne ass penthouse

is the Onychinus base, and (one of) Sylus' living quarters. And also where the bedroom from Midnight Stealth is located (a sleuth on XHS even pinpointed exactly where said bedroom is).

Supremely sexy stuff, I gotta say.

Ashley Williams spring 2025

──── 𝑸𝑼𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬

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content: inlove!sylus, soft, fluff, marriage, flustered, vulnerable, wholesome

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now playing: Falling by Chase Atlantic

Sylus thought that after marrying you, his heart would finally settle, his emotions anchored in certainty. He had believed he already knew how deeply he loved you—that it couldn’t possibly grow deeper. Of course, he expected to learn more about you as the days passed, the small quirks and hidden corners of your personality revealing themselves over time. But what he hadn’t anticipated was the overwhelming effect it would have on him. How each discovery would unravel a new thread of affection, weaving him tighter into your world.

Lately, something had shifted. He found himself withdrawing at times—not from lack of love, but from being utterly consumed by it. It scared him, how deeply he felt. During quiet moments, like when you were curled up together on the couch, he’d instinctively bury his face in the crook of your neck. Not because he didn’t want to look at you, but because he couldn’t. The sight of you made his heart race, his chest tighten with something he could barely control. He was shy. With you. His wife.

And it wasn’t during grand, dramatic moments. It was always the small ones. Like now.

You were just sitting there, casually munching on a snack, dressed in his oversized shirt that swallowed your figure, your hair a tousled mess. Nothing fancy, nothing curated. Yet to Sylus, you looked like perfection. Soft and real and his. He had seen you like this a thousand times before—unguarded, unbothered—but today, the image of you hit him differently. Something about the way you sat, your legs tucked underneath you, your eyes half-lidded in comfort. It made his chest ache with adoration.

His gaze lingered, burning into you. You didn’t notice it at first, too absorbed in whatever you were eating, but soon the weight of his stare made you look up. That’s when you caught him—his eyes wide, cheeks dusted a deep red, one hand covering his mouth as if that could somehow hide the vulnerable expression on his face. He quickly turned away, pretending to be indifferent, but the damage was done.

A giggle bubbled from your lips. “You look like a tomato. Are you sick?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes and trying to escape the embarrassment by looking anywhere but at you. Normally, it was him who teased, who always had the upper hand in moments like this. But now? You had caught him slipping. And he wasn’t even mad about it.

He cleared his throat, voice low but with a teasing lilt. “Doing what I do best. Admiring my wife.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity tucked behind the cheeky words. There was a quiet confidence returning to him, a familiar cockiness that had been absent for a while. He stood up and crossed the space between you in a few strides, leaning down until your faces were level.

“What, I can’t watch my wife anymore?”

He liked the way that word felt—wife. It tasted sweet every time it rolled off his tongue. Since the moment you took his name, he’d found every excuse to use it.

“Why are you blushing, honey?” you teased softly, brushing your fingers again his knuckles.

You sat up straighter, intertwining your fingers with his. Your thumb began to gently rub circles against his skin, grounding him. He noticed the way your eyes searched his—soft, curious, concerned.

His teasing faded, replaced by a softer expression. The crimson intensity in his gaze dimmed into something far more tender. The kind of look that didn’t need words to say I love you—but still, he needed to say it.

“I love you, darling. More than life itself.”

Your smile faltered into a small pout. The seriousness in his voice hit you unexpectedly. “What’s wrong, hun? Are you okay?”

He frowned slightly, almost confused by your worry. “I said I love you,” he repeated, as if that should explain everything.

“I heard you… That’s why I’m asking. What’s going on?”

You had noticed how strange he’d been acting recently—pulling away during intimate moments, seeming flustered around you in a way that didn’t quite fit his usual self. As though he was falling in love with you all over again, but didn’t know how to handle it.

Sylus reached up and cupped your cheeks, his hands trembling ever so slightly. He didn’t know why he was this nervous. You were his home, his everything. He’d fought heaven and earth to be with you. And yet, somehow, this moment felt just like the first time he’d confessed—terrifying and wonderful all at once.

You felt the tremble and gently held his hands in return. “Sy–”

He cut you off, his voice suddenly raw with emotion.

“I love you like breathing, princess. If I could give the world to you, I would. If I was given another life, I’d search every inch of it to find you again. I’ll always come back to you. And if you haven’t heard it enough—I love you. Forever.”

His words came out like a flood, each one soaked in depth, pain, devotion, and truth. They struck something deep inside of you. For a second, you just stared at him, your chest tightening. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill, but you held them back.

“Oh, Sylus,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “I love you so, so much more. I’d cross oceans and deserts, scream your name into the wind, search for you until the end of time.”

His expression softened into a look of pure reverence, his eyes brimming with an emotion so intense it nearly stole your breath away.

Before you could say another word, he leaned in and kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t fiery or desperate. It was slow, tender, and achingly sweet. It was a kiss meant to show you everything he couldn’t put into words. That no matter how long you’d be together, no matter how familiar your faces became—he would keep falling. Over and over again. For you. Always.

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THIS WAS SO WHOLESOME AHH <3

everything everything everything in its right place

This is the equivalent of a retired rock band coming back into the limelight after 20 years btw

shopkeeper: she's either rejecting you, scared of you, or... disgusted by you

sylus, choking back tears:

U guys I replay this part of the game a lot bc it does something to my brain 😭💔

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