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Okay, Darkstache prompt: The night was calm, at least to Dark who relished the nights it stormed. He was the one who smiled as he heard the rain crash against the window and watched with glee as it fell down in sheets. Wilford, his sweet little dove, on the other hand, didn't enjoy storms. It always left him with a rotten taste in his mouth, he would always remember the night at the manor.