Imagine Being Dark's Form of Hope
- slight angst?
The beginning of your relationship with Dark was a rough one. Spiteful words went back and forth between you both. After meeting you through your flirty co-worker Wilford, Dark had felt something terrifying with in him. You became his newest target of manipulation, but having a sharp mind you weren’t going to take any of his bull. It made him mad but he kept pushing forward, unsure of why for the longest time. As for you, you still remained, putting up with his crap every day at work and eventually even outside of it. You wanted to just give up and leave, but something kept telling you to stay as well. It took a near life ending experience for the both of you to realize that there was most definitely something with deeper meaning knotting within your intertwined strings of fate.
It had started off when you and Dark had a nasty argument at the company Christmas party. Fed up, you ignored that inner voice shouting at you to stay, and stomped off to make your way home. Unfortunately, you had been jumped walking past an alley, grabbed and forced against the wall with a knife at your throat. You didn’t know who this man was, but by his extraordinary pale skin, body glitching in and out of existence, and the black colored eyes, you knew he wasn’t human. Before the assailant could slice your jugular wide open, he had been ripped off of you and flung against a dumpster. From the way the atmosphere had tightened in pressure, and the how everything had grown shadowy around you, you knew your savior was Dark. He stood in front of you, peeked with rage, and in as calm as a voice he could muster with his powers spiking, he told you to run home. Few hours later, and you were still sitting on your bed shaking. Eventually Dark had popped up beside your desk, but while you called out his name with relief, he suddenly collapsed. Apparently he couldn’t get away un-scaved and you worked fast to patch his wound. During that duration of close contact, thoughts and realizations ran through your minds. For you, it was that Dark wasn’t as cruel as he made himself to be; towards you it was a shield to prevent himself from the fear of having something so nice it couldn’t possibly be real. For Dark, it was realizing how much you actually meant to him and just how hard he had really fallen for you.
Since that night, the bond shared by you both had grown much stronger. It had all come down to you both feeling more than strong friendship. This didn’t go unnoticed by others, and it filled one man with much jealousy. Wilford saw how you both loved one another so much but wouldn’t say a thing, and it made him sick. There was a reason he flirted with you on the daily, and it was because he wanted you. It had been so long since he wanted something so dearly that didn’t stem from his cravings of violence. Now though, especially seeing you with him of all people, Wilford felt himself twitch with envy and madness. In fact, it’s what lead you to where you were now; rushing out of the companies elevator and straight for the roof.
Slamming open the heavy metal door, you were met by heavy rain pounding against your frame. You shouldn’t be up here, especially during this storm, but mostly because of the thundering claps of demonic powers and sharp booms of flying bullets. Shielding your eyes from the rain with your hand, you peered over to the farthest part of the roof. You felt your heart drop, seeing Dark on the floor and bleeding out, Wilford standing over him a mess himself but triumphant none the less. His trusty golden gun was aimed down at Dark’s forehead, ready to yet take another victim. Even in the face of death, your blackened entity stilled held a strong glare.
“Say Darky, how about you send lil o’ (y,n) and I a postcard from hell will ya?”, Wilford slurred as his finger closed around the trigger.
“NO!!!”, you screamed out, pushed forward by adrenaline.
Before you or Wil’ could even realize what was happening, your body had slammed against his, sending the other ego over the slippery edge. You didn’t bother to look over and see the result of the violent act you had just done, too occupied by the main reason you were here. Dropping down to your knees, you reach over and flipped Dark onto his back, resting his head in your lap. Ignoring the red stain upon your hand from touching his side, you pulled open his tattered coat and shook at the damage.
“I-I can fix this!”, you stuttered out, reaching to take off your sweater and use it to apply pressure.
Before you even got it above your chest, a calloused hand had reach out and took hold of your wrist. You peered down with watered eyes to see Dark staring up at you; his eyes no longer a harsh shade but dull and grayer than his own skin. Your mouth opened to speak, but stopped when his large palm reached out weakly to rest against your cheek. Wiping away a stray tear with his thumb, a small smile graced his lips, something rarely seen but very much genuine.
“Tears never did suite you, belle…”, his coarse voice mumbled out, nearly silenced by the still falling rain.
You choked on a sob at hearing the nickname, and what his words meant. It was an apology. An apology for all those times he tormented you to try and push back his feelings. Slowly, Dark’s hand slid from your face and rested over his tortured body. Seeing his eyes close, your heart picked up and you felt cold.
“Dark?”, you cried out with a cracked voice.
Upon no answer, you began to be racked by tears and wails. You leaned over, holding him close and letting yourself mourn over the one person who had managed to capture your heart. His body had always been cold, but this, this was not the same cold form you had once danced with. You cried and cried, remembering all the memories shared between you both, not noticing the clouds parting over head and the rain becoming less heavy. The sudden feeling of warmth had made your cries calm as you looked up at a blinding white light. It was certainly in the form of a man, one with wings, but because of the brightness it radiated, you could not make out fine details. When the stranger started to speak, it reminded you of a voice you’d no longer hear, just smoother and more light.
“When I had him cursed, I did not think there would be any hope for him.”, the man spoke slightly appalled, then suddenly smiling down at you,“I guess it just came in a different form.”
“Who…who are you?”, you sniffled while trying to blink against the brightness.
He only smiled more, reaching down and placing his hand over Darks chest. There was a quick burst of light, and when it finished the being was gone. You stared up at the clearing sky, the mans voice hovering all around you.
“Someone with too light of a heart.”
(E,c)’s eyes continued to stare above, as though looking for heaven, when something stirring in arms had quickly distracted them. Looking down you gasped seeing Dark stir, his face scrunching up before his lids slowly opened. He looked around confused, before focusing in on you. Your face, although tear stained, was by far the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. With rosey cheeks, gorgeous lips, and stunning, wide eyes, you further confirmed the entities feelings for you.
Dark furrowed his brows in a confused manner,“Correct me if I’m wrong, but angels aren’t supposed to be in Hell right?”
You stared down at him for a second more, feeling something giddy start to bubble up from with in. You laughed out lightly in exhaustion, before reaching forward and hugging him tightly, feeling his strong arms wrap around you as well. Pulling back slightly, you rested your hand against his jaw line, connecting lips in a long, overdue, passionate kiss.