Number 5 with dark and the da
5. “Are you drunk?”
(no alcohol use in the story though :D )
Word Count: 548
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Sometimes, Damien wondered if he was cursed to have a terrible sense of friendships. Not in a negative manner, but he seemed to have a bad habit of picking up friends that were nothing short of ‘troublemakers’. Maybe he was the personification of calm in the storm, able to gather those who have erratic lives to him… Or maybe he was simply a disaster magnet. That would make sense too.
He thought this ‘curse’ would lift when he started dating his college friend… As it turned out, you were just as bad. As much as he loved you, he often questioned your ideas. “Are you drunk?” quickly became your in-joke variation of ‘are you crazy?’. He never used it for anyone else (despite other friends being more rebellious), just you. Always you. Like one day in particular:
“Are you drunk? You know we can’t sneak up to the roof of the math department!”
You shrugged, pointing to the roof of the facility building. Apparently, there looked to be another, smaller building on the roof. His attempt to suggest it might be the starwell was ignored as you dragged him inside. All he could be grateful for was the fact it was late and that neither of you got caught.
(As it turned out, Damien was right, but you used it as an excuse to enjoy some peace and quiet in the chaos of university, stealing kisses without worry of anyone seeing you.)
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Once you had escaped the mirror and adjusted to the new world, you found yourself eventually trailing the being called ‘Dark’. At first, you couldn’t help it! He reminded you so much of Damien, as well as Celine. But as time went on, you found yourself drawn to the entity himself. Something somewhat familiar, but wholly different.
Then, before you knew what was going on, you were dating.
Which brings us to the present moment. You had been caught up in a dare with Wilford (no need to go into the full story, but just be aware that you had successfully lost all your coffees to Wilford for a month). The studio would hate whoever was giving the reporter coffee, but Dark was the first to find out. To no surprise, he was far from impressed. In fact, he had spent a few minutes lecturing you about the utter foolishness of agreeing to do anything with Wilford.
“- it’s utterly incomprehensible that you would be so empty-headed to allow coffee be a consequence of a dare? Are you drunk? I can’t imagine why you would - why are you looking at me like that?” Three words, and whatever dismissive air you were holding had been swept away entirely. You repeated the words, but Dark didn’t seem to acknowledge the importance of them at first. It was only when you asked why he chose to use them, he glanced aside. “I’m not sure… It seemed like a fitting phrase when thinking about why you would do something as irresponsible as this… I don’t see what’s so funny about this.”
You couldn’t help but laugh in relief. Despite it all, Damien was still some fragment within the entity you loved. In fact, you thought you saw the blue that sometimes flickers around Dark grow a little brighter for an instant.