#Ship: King of Anything(Kalahan x Sylvia)

[fatesfeateda]

KALAHAN. You need to get your shit TOGETHER or you'll never have a good life fam. Do you want a life on the run? Or do you want to settle down with your girl, Sylvia, and have kids and a family? SHE will love you even though you've been an asshole, because she STILL has THE FEELS for you SNAP OUT OF IT O M G (then the anon started sniffling and blowing their nose on their 'im going down with this ship t shirt)

“I… I honestly have no idea how to respond to this. I don’t even knowwhere to start in describing exactly how delusional you must be. But if you’re so invested in my and Sylvia’s relationship then I suggest keeping your mouth shut about it. If you bring attention to Sylvia, if she gets hurt because of your oversized mouth, then the only thing you’ll have to worry about is if you go home in a body bag or zip lock bag.”

[fatesfeateda]

((One dose of angst wasn’t enough for me tonight Oh no. We gotta get a 2nd dose in here specifically for Kalahan and Sylvia this time. Here’s a short drabble written from Kalahan’s perspective about Sylvia.))

Once when we were young, I asked why I never saw you cry. You told me it was because you couldn’t. At first I laughed and thought you were joking. As time went on I began to believe that maybe you were telling the truth. You never cried over anything. You didn’t cry about being hurt or saddened. He didn’t cry about injured animals or me being injured. I never saw you cry as a teenager and for years I truly believed you could not. But there are some things only best friends can see from each other.

I remember you coming home from work one day with a smile like I’d never seen, eyes puffy and red from crying. I remember you told me you despised that job. Working day in and day out for greedy fat demons that didn’t care how they hurt anyone or anything. But on that day you were smiling from ear to ear. You took me in your arms even and we danced. It was only around the living room, no music was playing and you were still in your uniform but you didn’t care. You were happy and you were crying. You never told me why but I never asked. That was fifteen years ago.

The second time I saw you crying, you were in your room. You’d torn your entire room up trying to force yourself not to cry. You were furious and you were saddned. You screamed about monsters that ruled the money, damned the name of your employers and broke several glass veils. You only calmed when you broke down in my arms. Muttering about how you were useless and pathetic. How you couldn’t even protect what mattered to you without ruining it. I nearly killed your employers that night. That was almost seven years ago now and I still debate going back to kill them for making you cry.

As teenagers you said you couldn’t cry. For a time I believed you and if anyone asked I’d tell them you couldn’t. But there are some things only a best friend can know and if anyone asks, you can’t cry.

[fatesfeateda]

Kalahan: ITS VALENTINES! A DAY FOR CELEBRATION AND LOVE AND APPRECIATION

My other muses: Yay...

Sylvia: *Looking down the scope of a rifle* If anyone ruins this for him they're mine.

[fatesfeateda]

((A drabble thingy continued from this ask. I have very mixed feelings over this one tbh. I feel it captured Sylvia nicely but everything else is blugh XD))

  Sylvia follows the hiking trail into the forest and to a small stream where a bridge connects the path. She stops just before reaching it when she sees movement under the bridge. She takes slow steps closer trying to get a better look at who or what was under the bridge. Her heart starts pounding and a happiness she hasn’t had in a long time fill her chest. Her breath in caught in her throat and she feels as though she’s trying to approach something mythical. She can’t say for sure it’s him but there’s a feeling in her gut telling her it is. She has to know for sure though she has to be able to tell. If he’d just face her she could tell…

  He does turn, he spins on his heel and she sees them. Golden eyes frantically searching to see if he’s been caught. She freezes completely still and the entire forest seems to just stop around her. The wind blows through trees yet leafs remain still, the grass around her feet stands at attention like soldiers before a commander and wild flowers all seem to face her.

  He’s grown, he’s not the kid she remembered. Of course he’s not, she wasn’t expecting to come out and find that same little ten year old boy with the wide happy smile and dark hair. She wasn’t expecting him to be the same. But it’s jarring seeing him now as opposed to how she remembered him. He’s taller yet still looks so frail like he’s going to break at any moment. He’s thinner and his hair has been dyed. They’re trying to turn him into one of them. No not they. SHE was trying to turn him into one of them. The fancy clothes, though now covered in mud, the dyed hair and how incredibly thin he was. She was trying to mask who he was, trying to hide the kind child and make him like them. And she had let it happen.

  She’d been dumb enough to get caught. She’d gambled too much and let them onto how much she cared. If she’d kept her emotions in check, if she’d held back and bit her tongue for a little longer. If she hadn’t attacked Mr. Finley. This was her fault! Her fault! HER FAULT!

  The plants begin to move again, lightly the earth under her feet begins to shake and she’s brought out of her thoughts when she hears someone running. She gasps lightly as she’s pulled from her mind and sees Kather running the opposite direction of her. She reaches her hand out and opens her mouth to call him yet no noise comes out. She pulls her hand back and finds herself stuck in her spot just watching as he runs. It’d be so easy to stop him, to call out to him and run after him. It’d be so easy to catch him, hug him and promise to fix everything. Yet she remains still.

  It’s not until he’s out of sight that she finally finds herself able to move and even then it’s only because she feels the earth under her feet seem to move. The earth lifted itself up just slightly forcing her to stumble forward. She has to catch herself on an extended tree branch and straightens herself up. She approaches under the bridge to find a raised spot of earth where Kather had been digging. She doesn’t have to dig very far to find a hoodie and shoes covered in blood. Momentary panic threatens to rush through her mind as paranoid thoughts of disasters that could have hurt him.

  Her hand drops to the Earth to keep her sitting up and a shockwave races from her arm to the rest of her body. She hears a quiet faint whisper promising her that he was okay, reminding her to remember how he managed to run and didn’t seem hurt. It reassures her the blood isn’t his. Yet… That simply scares her more.

  She holds the hoodie and shoes closer to herself glancing around quickly to make sure no one had seen her. Then she stands and runs. She races back home the wind rushes through her hair and everything blurs around her as all she can focus on is getting back to her house.

  At her home she throws the doors to her kitchen cabinets open digging through until she finds, hidden under a sick, charcoal lighter fluid. Perhaps not as good as gasoline but it could make do for now. She grabbed a package of matches from her living room table and several old pieces of wood flooring that she’d pulled up while cleaning the house. She grabs a small cardboard jewelry box, pen and notepad from her room while in her mad dash to get everything. She gathers everything needed and hurries out her back door. She races back into the woods not stopping until she comes to an open clearing deep into the woods.

  There she drops everything into the middle of the clearing. She puts the rotten wood flooring as a base then places the hoodie and shoes on top coming everything with the lighter fluid. She grabs one match from the match box then empties the rest onto the pile before lighting the last match and throwing it onto the pile. The pile is quick to blaze and she prays that means it won’t end soon.

  She sits back, pulling her knees to her chest and watching the flames eat at everything she was trying to destroy. She could smell the burning plastic from the tennis shoes and the burning linen from the hoodie. She covered her nose and mouth trying to block some of the stench out. She kept building to the fire with whatever she could find, at one point going so far as to drag a nearby dead log to it. Though she could have had the plants pull it closer for her she refused their help. This was her job to do.

  At about the hour mark she finally grabbed the notepad and pen. She wrote out a very simple note that she ripped from the note pad folded up and put into the small jewelry box she’d grabbed at home. She held the box close to her heart, pulling her knees to her chest too as she watched the raging fire.

  It didn’t take long for the hoodie to burn but she wanted to make sure the evidence to this would be gone should anyone try to look. The shoes would be a different story, unlike the hoodie they’d melt more than burn like the hoodie but she’d just have to find another way to get rid of them then.

  She closed her eyes for only a second so she could think when she felt the earth begin to shake under her and heard what sounded like the ground crumbling. Her eyes flashed open and before her she saw the earth under the fire she’d created open into a large sink hole. She lunged at the fire as though thinking she could grab it and stop it from falling in but by the time she landed the earth had already managed to close up taking the fire with it. She forced herself up, holding herself up on her hands and looking around for any sign of where the fire had been. All that showed was a round dirt patch in the ground with some scorch marks around.

  She sighed and sat up onto her knees. Only noticing then that she’d crushed the small gift box under her in her attempt to stop the fire from being eaten by the earth. She held the box gently in her hands staring at it and trying to ignore her own disappointed voice whispering

  ‘You’re not even strong enough to destroy evidence on your own? What happened to the girl you were? You’re even damaging the Earth in you weakness. But you’ve always hurt the ones you loved most. Haven’t you?’ She gritted her teeth against her tongue trying to bite back those thoughts and ignore the feeling welling up in her chest. She was bigger than this, she was stronger than this and she could stand on her own. She didn’t need help. She never did…

  She stood up noticing the tear in her stockings from where she’d skidded against the ground in her lunge and the scrapped knee they now exposed. She quickly turned her attention from it trying not to focus on it and walked back towards her home.

  She walked past her house and straight to the bridge where she’d seen Kather. She hoped she hadn’t missed him and silently wished he might find her out here. Under the bridge she found the small hole still undug and looking untouched since she’d left. It was much darker now and it’d probably be harder to see the hole if Kather came back that night. She found a stick and put it standing up straight where the raised earth that hid her little note was. Now if he returned that night he’d having an easier time finding where he’d buried the hoodie and shoes. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t wait for him. She waited, sitting on the edge of the bridge and looking out into the darkness for his return. The trail was lit up by streetlamps and everything was quiet for the most part.

  She wasn’t sure how long she waited but she refused to move until she felt something heavy drab across her shoulders. She’d have been more distrusting of this if she didn’t recognize the feel of the familiar jacket and the faint smell of cologne and cigarettes. A pair of arms wrapped around her shoulder pulling her back just a bit for a hug and instead of trying to push the person off she reached up to gently grab their arm.

  “I think it’s time we went home…” Kalahan muttered. Usually he’d have tried to flirt. But it was obvious just from the way she’d been sitting that the last thing Sylvia needed was his flirting. He knew Sylvia and he could even just from her posture what she was feeling. She could hide her feelings from everyone else, perhaps even herself, but not him. Never him.

  Sylvia glanced to her feet then hid her face in his arm a moment. She felt like such a child, so small, so insecure and so alone all over again. She thought she’d outgrown this feeling…

  “Stay with me for the night?” Her voice left her without her meaning for it too but she didn’t care to act at the moment. She didn’t care to keep pretending to be okay alone, she didn’t want to feel alone that night. She just wanted him. She just wanted him and her son. She couldn’t have both but at least she’d always have him. Right?

  “Do you even need to ask?” It’s the playfulness and shrewd tone to his voice that causes a very small, very faint smile to spread on Sylvia’s face. At least she’d always have him…

[fatesfeateda]

* A SMOL GREY BAT IS GONNA FLY INSIDE SYLVIA'S HOME. * Yo so r u gonna feed me and tell me what happened between u and Kalori? * You wouldn't kill a batanon now would u sylvia?? this is basically an animal you can't kill them! *

She stares at the Batanon silently for a moment almost as though she is trying to decide if she’s going to kill it or not. The plants seem oddly at ease though, they don’t turn too face the Batanon, none of them move, the entire apartment seems at peace. She sighs and seems to relax, standing up she walks into the kitchen only to come back not long later with a small plate of sliced bananas. She sets the plate down by the bat then sits back on the mattress in the middle of her apartment.“I suppose this is what I get for leaving the window open during nighttime.” She manages a very soft laugh at the comment. She focuses on the embroidery in her hands and goes silent for a long time.

“As for what happened between Kalahan and I… Well, I hope you can keep a secret. I’d hate to have too clip your wings.” The threat is partially empty since she assumes she won’t be seeing this odd creature again. In fact she’s fairly certain she’s just dreaming all of this.“He did what he always does. He disappeared. I could stand that for those first two years when we were still young and he disappeared. I mean he came back after all and he explained the situation too me. I… I even felt bad for him. But then… It happened again, when I needed him most. He just vanished and I couldn’t get in contact with him. I couldn’t relay on him for help like he always said I could. Everyday I thought he’d come back and help me. I thought that for three years. But he didn’t. He never came back and I was left alone. So I did what I do best. I waited and survived on my own. He never told me why he was gone so long this time… It’s… It’s the first time we haven’t told each other everything.. Since I told him what happened, he hasn’t gone on any of his big trips. He’s visited me more often then usual. I think he’s trying too make it up too me. But I think it’s too late…” She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath. The plants all seem to attempt moving closer too her. A string of ivy growing out of a hanging pot manages to reach down and wrap a vine around her wrist as though in a feeble attempt too comfort it’s master. She chuckles, sets down her needle work and takes the string of ivy in her hands gentle petting it like one would do with a pet. She goes completely silent after that, taking her needlework again and proceeding to act like nothing had happened at all.

[fatesfeateda]

(music symbol thing bc mobile)

Musical Ideas || Accepting

Immortal-Fall Out BoyI try to picture me without you but I can’t‘Cause we could be immortals, immortalsJust not for long, for long, 

Ever since Kalahan met Sylvia he literally can’t picture his lifewithout her in it. Even during those years when he disappeared on her he thought about her everyday and had pictures of herwith him so he wouldn’t feel like he’d forget her. He’s terrified of having too livewithout her in it but knows a day is going to comewhere they’re not going too be able too see each other anymore. The yearswhere he couldn’t see her only added to this fearwhich iswhy now that’s he’s returned he’s been spending more timewith her.

Sylvia feels that way too and for a long time thought they’d be in each others lives forever. Then the yearswithout him hit and it felt like a nightmare for her. He’s her best friend and one of the most important people in her life. Having those yearswithout him actually terrified her because the thought that hewas gone for good felt like someone had cut off a part of her. She tries too act like he’s not that important too her now but the reality of the situation is if he disappeared on her again she doesn’t knowwhat she’d do.

[fatesfeateda]

((Here’s a script style fanfic I wrote for the monologue I Still Love Him by Lana Del Rey about Kalahan and Sylvia.))

And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. A young teenage Sylvia with her hair pulled back into a ponytail staring with this awestruck expression as she points a loaded cross bow at a young Kalahan whose clothes are ripped and dirty. He grins at her one dangling feather earring missing and stuck by a knife to the wall behind him. A faint blush can be seen on Sylvia’s cheeks.

We both knew it, right away. The crossbow is at Sylvia’s side now as Kalahan stands before her, his hand still in hers as she’s helped him up. He’s still smiling at her and talking about something that doesn’t fully process in her mind. She looks lost and dreamy just staring at him.

And as the years went on, things got more difficult - we were faced with more challenges. The scene changes as Sylvia and Kalahan grow. Kalahan’s clothes become nicer, cleaner and less destroyed. His smile stays the same but the light in his eye has faded and he looks off into the distance instead of at Sylvia. Sylvia’s clothes have changed from pink feminine dresses to a maid’s uniform. Her awestruck look has faded and now she looks more detached and disinterested. But still their hands remain together. 

I begged him to stay. Try to remember what we had at the beginning. Kalahan moves walking past Sylvia but his hand remaining in her’s. Sylvia turns trying to keep a hold of it and asking him to stop, to stay. He smiles back to her, tells her he can’t. The image flashes a moment to them as teenagers and holding hands. Then when the image returns to the present time Kalahan is gone and Sylvia now dressed in a prison uniform her head down with her hair covering her face. If you look closely enough you can see tears falling. 

He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in every woman's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself. One side of the stage is brightly lit to show Kalahan talking to a large group of people. He and the group are laughing, a champagne glass is in his hand and he’s smoozing with everyone. The other side of the stage is dark with only a single light on Sylvia. She sits alone on a bench, hands in handcuffs held together and prison uniform still on. 

I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and There’s Kalahan smiling with one arm around Sylvia’s shoulder both about 15. Sylvia still looks to him like she loves him and there’s still a faint blush to her cheeks. Kalahan is grinning from ear to ear at the camera. At the gun shot there’s a flash in the scene changing.

missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. Kalahan is 18 his back turned to Sylvia as he speaks to a tall muscular man who’s offering his hand out for a job proposition. Sylvia is standing back, hands held to her chest and silently begging him to step back, refuse the job. But then he takes the man and he shakes on it. 

And in that way I understood him It flashes to her standing in front of Kather, arms out and screaming at Mr. Finley to stay back. Then another flash and she’s in jail.

and I loved him. Teenage Sylvia and Kalahan sitting back to back staring at the sky holding one another’s hands as they talk about their hopes and dreams. A fire rages behind them

I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. Both of them growing older together their hands remain together still the talk of hopes and dreams as they stand. But slowly their hands let go until he’s gone and it’s just Sylvia.

And I still love him. Sylvia now dressed in a usual pink dress with a white apron. She stands watching Kalahan as he falls in love with Margaret. She holds her head high and looks as detached as ever but looking closely there’s tears threatening to slip out.

I love him. Dressed in a long pink gown she smiles faintly as she holds up a champagne glass to toast at Margaret and Kalahan’s wedding. She’s resigned to her fate to love her best friend and yet know she could never have made him this happy.

[fatesfeateda]

👀 Hey Sylvia, what are your feeling towards Kalahan?

Eye know the truth

“He’s a narcissistic annoying pain in the asswho’s ego is big enough it could be it’s own damn solar system. He needs to be knocked down a peg or two or risk dying due to his vanity.” There’s a momentary pause and then a small smile begins to creep onto Sylvia’s lips. She can’t seem to stop it from forming or stop herself from continuing.

“But he’s my best friend. He’s loyal to those he holds close though doesn’t dare hold many close. He’s intelligent andwitty, cunning and yes sometimes charming even. His morals are skewed, but isn’t everyone’s? He makes me laugh and makes me smile… That stupid face of his…” There’s a small chuckle from her and she shakes her head.“He’s the one person Iwould trustwith my life.”