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Would Sylas be a vampire bat or do you think something else? Do you ever think he kept bats in Whitestone and Delilah would find him cooing over them? And she always knew which one was him even if there was a little swarm?

Oh definitely a vampire bat, of course!!! Look how happy he is to see u, Delilah!!!

Apparently swarms of bats are supposed to infest places whenever vampires take up residence, so I’m certain they had a few bat swarms in Whitestone :’D and that Delilah would be like “Sylas look it’s your cousins” and he’d be like >:c

Eventually he’d probably play along (”Delilah, that’s my brother, not my cousin. After so many years of marriage you can’t even tell my family members apart. For shame.”)  and Delilah would absolutely catch him having little chirping bat chats at least once.

Also I wrote something about Bat!Sylas for Devils that I cut because it didn’t end up fitting the tone so here, enjoy:

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“So,” she said, exhilarated, “what else you can do?”

Sylas pressed one finger to his lips and looked upward, mocking a thoughtfulexpression, but his smile was impossible to hide. A cracking sound rent the air, and Sylasvanished. In his place, a dark shape fluttered about in jagged circles, all fur and skin. Delilah shrieked in surprise, stumbling backwards. After her heart began to beat again, she recognized the shape of a bat. She had seen spells like this one before, at the Alabaster Lyceum - a moderately complex transmutation. She regained her balance, and dusted off her skirts, watching Sylas flap inelegantly around her with a slightly disbelieving smile on her face.

Delilah held her hand out, and the creature fluttered over and landed on her wrist. It latched its little talons intoher cuff and swung in a limp half-circle, hanging upside-down.

She raised it to eye-level, inspecting it. A bony, palm-sized creature stared back at her, button-black eyes peeking over the top of its folded wings. Sylas gave a chirp of greeting. His look would be almost coy, were it not for the scrunched-insnout and triangular ears making it all a little ridiculous.

Giggling, she murmured, “Dear, you’re so ugly.”

Sylas opened his mouth and hissed, showing off longneedle-teeth and giving a dismissive flap of his wings. Delilah laughed and scratched the top of his head with onefingertip, between the cavernous ears. The bat froze mid-display to enjoy the scratches, his tiny mouth loose – nearly smiling, shefancied. His furred chest heaved and caved with high-tempo breaths.

“Shameless,” she chastised, and Sylas-as-bat gave a shrill,happy shriek. Delilah held her arm out, and the bat dropped away and fluttered off. Across the room, her husband snapped back into existence, facing her with an exaggerated frown.

“Ugly?” he gasped,feigning a wounded tone.

Delilah shuffled up to him, and pushed the point of his noseup with one finger, trying to mock the bat’s face. “So very ugly,” she repeated, in a voice like a jeering schoolgirl.

Sylas heaved a devastated sob, and then swept her into hisarms, faster than she could properly perceive, exhilarating, disorienting. Sheshrieked again, for joy this time, and he spun her halfway around and while sheclumsily found a grip on his shoulders. They came to a stop, Delilah’s laughterbubbling up uncontrollably, coming even louder when he dipped her halfway to the floor.

“I’m dashing,” he corrected. “You simply have no taste.”