Whumptober Day 27/Darkstache Week Day 3
Prompts: I’m Fine. I Prom... /// Autumn
Characters: Darkiplier, Wilford Warfstache
Tagging: @projectdarkstache
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Autumn was perhaps one of Dark’s favorite times of the year. It was cool, but not the kind of cold that made him want to recede back into his manor and stay there. Comfortable, and the perfect weather for his suits. He took pleasure in seeing his boyfriend happy as well, and lord knows Wilford got into the spirit of holidays such as Halloween.
Thus, the demon found himself walking alongside Wilford one fall evening. His aura was moving slowly, idly in the same manner as a flame, indicative to his relaxed state. That didn’t mean he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, however. Dark held Wilford’s hand in his, and he was all too aware of the few people walking the same trails as them, and of exactly which directions to go to avoid any run-ins with those he didn’t care to meet.
His awareness also had Dark’s eyes flicking over to Wilford when his breathing became more labored. It wasn’t like Wilford to get tired so quickly, but Dark knew even he had his limits.
“Are you alright, Wil?” Dark asked, falling to a stop in the middle of the leaf-covered path and forcing Wilford to do the same.
“What do you mean?” The pink ego tilted his head. “Fit as a fiddle, why wouldn’t I be?”
Dark didn’t bother to answer the question, his eyes boring into the other’s as he waited. Regardless of all that Wilford was, he was far from unintelligent. He knew exactly why Dark asked. He knew that Dark could feel his grip tightening on the demon’s hand and he knew that Dark detected his sudden exhaustion. He couldn’t play stupid with Dark and neither of them were ignorant to that.
“Just a little tired is all,” Wilford finally said, though his grin didn’t waver. “I’m fine, I prom…” ...But the rest of the word remained unsaid, dying in his throat as Wilford wobbled some on his feet and braced himself reflexively against Dark. His eyelids fluttered and Dark tensed some as he took hold of Wilford’s arm to steady him.
“Wil.” The worry in Dark’s voice was near undetectable to any who didn’t know him. Dark didn’t let it show beyond that however, instead guiding his boyfriend to a bench nearby, directing him to sit. “Wilford. Look at me.”
Wilford obeyed easily, though there was some uncertainty in his eyes. Where had the sudden dizziness come from? Why was he struggling to stay awake, to stay upright. Sickness wasn’t something that came easily to either of them, not with their abilities which altered reality. “Dark…?” There was no smile on his face now as Wilford spoke the other’s name. He blinked in his attempts to stay awake, but ultimately he felt himself losing the fight.
And Dark saw the moment that Wilford slipped into unconsciousness and his body slumped against the bench. Dark was as unsure as Wilford, but he certainly had no intent to leave the other ego there. So he lifted him into his arms bridal style, his lips pressed into a thin line. Dr. Iplier would know what was wrong, surely. That was what he was banking on as he made to leave the park, as his own mind raced with possible explanations.
But there would be a delay in his learning, it seemed. Before Dark could warp away or exit the park, he felt Wilford’s weight disappear from his arms. This had him stop where he stood, frozen in place as several thoughts ran through his head.
One- his mate was gone. There was no time to panic though; he needed to keep a level head. Two- his mate was sick, and he wasn’t the fool who would deem it coincidence. Someone had done this to Wilford. Three- He would not rest until he found him home safe.
It was only a short pause before Dark was disappearing from the park entirely, the perfect autumn day forgotten, and red took over as burning aura flared around him.