OLD WRITING

Okay, so this ship is kinda interesting to me but i don't really know how to write it in an interesting way—wish me luck and sorry for any cringe/OOC-ness 😂

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Dark lay in his chambers, sitting at the edge of his midnight-colored bed with his elbows on his knees.

How would he react. . .? I don't even know if he. . .

He shook his head, harshly running a hand through his raven hair and messing it up further. The room was dimly highlighted by candlelight, the flames flickering against the dark interior of his room.

There's no way I'm even thinking about this! The demon groaned, running his hands over his face and falling against the bed, looking up at the ceiling. I'm only. . . His brows furrowed, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. What? I'm only, what?

He sighed, closing his eyes and trying to relax. I should just go to sleep. Maybe in the morning I'll finally quit thinking such nonsense.

Dark slowly stood, undoing his tie and draping it over his dresser, lazily shedding himself of his jacket. As he set it next to his tie, he paused, staring for a while. I should tell him.

What? No! This has to be-- it just has to be--

The demon groaned, hands twitching as his anger with himself grew. He looked into the mirror before him, taking in his troubled features.

"I don't want him to hate me," he breathed as he stared at his reflection, feeling a pang in his chest. Something that had happened more frequently now that he had taken notice of his. . . feelings towards a certain ego.

This couldn't be happening. Darkiplier-- caring about how someone felt about him? Now this was new.

Tired of arguing with himself, he put his jacket back on, not even bothering to button it up. He left his room, glancing around the dark hallway that housed the other egos' rooms. The demon quietly shut his door, slowly making his way down a separate hallway and making sure he wouldn't wake anyone.

This hall led to The Host's room-- the ego preferred solitude and his distance from everyone else. It stretched on for a while, and at the end, there lay a blank door. The demon felt the rhythm in his chest quicken as he approached the door, hearing a soft, desultory voice from the other side. He swallowed, shaking his head to keep himself in check, noticing his breaths had quickened.

You're supposed to be strong, he scolded himself, running a hand through his hair. He stood before the door, raising his hand and going to knock. There seemed to be an invisibile force that held him back, and he stayed there, feeling like an idiot.

Just knock! he yelled at himself, in disbelief with himself. He clenched his jaw. Shit, I don't even know what to say. . .

The rambling voice had thinned, and the door suddenly swung open, leaving Dark standing there with wide eyes, his hand raised as if he were to knock. A heat spread across the demon's features.

"I--Host--" Why am I stuttering?!

"Dark, (he said, taking account of the other's presence)," he added under his breath. "Why are you here?"

The demon hesitated, the rhythm in his chest quickening even further. "I--"

"(The Host watches as Dark falters, the rhythm he so refers to-- his heart of which he knew not of-- palpating vigorously. The demon displays inner turmoil)--"

"Can-- can we talk?" Dark mumbled, swallowing. "I know it's late, but. . ."

The Host gave a small smile and nodded, stepping aside and letting Dark through. As the demon walked in, the ego continued narrating under his breath, letting the door shut with a light click. A quiet silence settled over the room as the demon sat down on one of the velvety couches, which was littered with papers and books. He glanced around the dark room that was only highlighted with a mere lamp, taking account of how messy it was. There were papers and books lying everywhere, in neat stacks or in harried piles. In the center of the room was a dark, mahogany desk, to where more papers lay along with a typewriter. It had been interrupted midsentence.

"Is there something on your mind? (The Host inquired softly, seating himself on the arm of the couch and averting his attention towards the darker presence. Dark seemed to be hiding something as he wrung his hands together. He looked absolutely distraught)."

The demon looked to the side, beginning to fiddle with his jacket now. "Well. . . you see, I. . ." He harshly exhaled, shutting his eyes with furrowed brows. "God dammit. . ."

Meanwhile, The Host patiently watched him, head tilted in the slightest as he continued to narrate under his breath. The demon suddenly stood, even angrier with himself.

"Forget it," he exhaled, shaking his head as he went to leave. "Sorry for bothering--"

"Wait."

Dark paused, looking over his shoulder.

"You have something to tell me, (The Host mumbled, standing as well)." A smile went to the ego's lips. "Please do stay."

The demon glanced away, frame glitching between red and blue. "You won't want to hear it." He turned away, startling when The Host gently took his wrist. A series of shocks nipped his veins at the contact.

"The Host knows w--"

"Please-- quit doing that--" Dark clipped, tearing his hand away. "I--it's distracting when you constantly keep narrating everything. I don't want to know what happens next." I don't want to know if I'll be rejected or not, his thoughts intruded.

The Host paused, mouth opening and closing as he fought the urge. His hands twitched at his sides, and he exhaled through his nose. "Alright then," he muttered, sitting down on the arm of the couch and nodding. "What did you want to tell me?"

Dark's heartbeat pummeled again, and he glanced away, scratching the back of his neck. "Ahm--" Damn it, stop stuttering. "I. . ." He rested his back against the door, staring down at the floor.

Just quit wasting his time and say it, idiot, he scolded himself. You can run off like a wimp once you're done.

The demon sighed, rubbing at a tick in his forehead. "I've. . . been thinking about it for a while now-- I-- I think-- uhm--" Goddammit. "Lately, when I see you, I--" He cleared his throat. "Host, I-I thinkIlikeyou."

A pause. Thankfully not filled with narrating.

"You like-- me?" The Host echoed, hands twitching as he repressed the urge to use the Third Person. The ghost of a smile twitched on his lips, a light feeling spreading through his chest. "Really?"

Dark swallowed, sparing a crimson-eyed glance towards the ego. "I'm-- sorry--" He reached for the door, hesitating when The Host stood, walking towards him.

"Wait--"

The demon pressed himself against the door, swallowing as he stared at the other. The Host gave an amused smile, tilting his head as he was now face-to-face with the darker presence.

"Why are you so timorous, Dark?" The demon glanced away, shivering when The Host's fingers gently grazed against the side of his face. He tilted his head, shyly yearning for more of the touch.

"I--you should hate me right now-- don't I disgust you? F-for liking y--"

"Disgust me? Absolutely not." Dark gulped, scarlet eyes searching the other's features. The Host smiled, taking a step closer so their bodies now brushed. The demon's breath hitched at this. "Here-- stay still."

The Host carefully leaned in, lips brushing against the other's. Dark lightly gasped, face flushing at the action. The atmosphere grew tense, and the demon's heartbeat skyrocketed, pounding in his Adam's apple. Am I dreaming?

The Host gently pressed his lips against Dark's, resting his hands against the other's biceps. They lingered there for a moment, the demon still overcoming the shock with the situation. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, softly humming when they pulled away. His breaths were quiet yet quick, his lashes fluttering as he looked at The Host.

"I-I really do like you," Dark shyly admitted, unable to keep down his blush. The Host smiled, taking the demon's hands in his own.

"I like you, too."

"Wait-- r-really?"

The Host lightly laughed, the sound making butterflies rise to his stomach. "Why do you think I kissed you, Dark?" He pressed a soft kiss to the demon's forehead, who was so unused to all of this affection.

"Yes. And I mean it."

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yes yes, this is a short chapter, but it's kinda hard to come up with anything creative for these two LMAO

i hope you enjoyed—thank you so much for reading and have a fantastic day/night!

-sheera