“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.” + dark :3c ?
From your place curled up on the plush couch in Dark’s living room, you hear the front door close with a gentle click.
“Hey, Dark!” you greet as you turn the page in your book, the fire before you crackling happily, warm and comforting.
No answer comes from the demon, but in only a few moments, you hear him enter the room through the arch behind you. With a sigh, he moves around the couch and you smile up at him softly.
“You okay love?” you ask, and he nods.
He doesn’t look upset or frustrated or tired, but he’s not usually this quiet; he usually greets you from the entrance hall.
Again, he doesn’t answer you. Instead, he reaches forward, takes the corner of the blanket you’re tangled up in between his fingers, and lifts it.
“What are you-”
Before you can finish, Dark crawls onto the couch, pulls the blanket over himself, and curls into your side. Instinctively, you set your book aside and card your fingers through his thick black hair.
“You okay?” you ask once more.
He sighs again, and you can feel all of the tension drain out of his body, just as you catch a glimpse of a small, soft smile.
“I’m wonderful, darling,” he finally speaks, and you believe him.
“Yeah? I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”
He nuzzles into the crook of your neck.
“I’m not.”
You chuckle and gently scratch his scalp.
“Yet here you are, clinging to me like I’m a life donut.”
“You are,” he responds, and you scoff playfully. “I’m serious,” he insists. “You’re my life donut. You keep me afloat.”
“You keep me afloat too, Dark. Does that make us both donuts?”
He chuckles and pulls your hand away from his hair so that he can kiss your knuckles.
“I guess it does.”