Sylus would love your stretch marks. Like look at them and how they look like the red fiend markings he used to have and the way they mark your body in all his favourite places. He could spend hours tracing each one beneath his fingertips, kissing them until his lips are puffy and red. He would love the way they span across the expanse of your skin, not one of them identical to another. Sylus loves the way you look and he’ll be damned if you don’t also love the person with whom half his soul is intertwined with. Do not ever forget that.