You find yourself in a dark forest...

@darkimoo-ask-and-rp wanna do one of these, with Roles Reversed?

Well yeah so did I

I didn’t know that. Hard to notice someone going missing if you never try to contact them.

Haha fam I’ve been gone for months it’s been quite the ride. Going off the grid is more thrilling than people realise

Well, I’ve always been off the grid, technically speaking. 

This is true! In your cute little cabin in th woods. I love that place

I don’t see why. It’s intentionally dingy and unsettling. 

“That’s what you get for asking me such ridiculous things.”

“Listen, sometimes you have to ask stupid stuff. You gotta loosen up, laugh a little!” He said, nudging the other male. “Do you ever laugh, Author?”

The Author scowled at the other man. “Of course I do.” Just because he couldn’t think of an example right now didn’t mean anything.

He rolled his eyes, obviously not convinced. “I don’t believe that for a minute. I made a top notch joke, and you really didn’t think it was funny at all?”

“If anyone’s joke was top notch here, it was mine. It was an entire paragraph of commitment to the bit. Your ‘joke’ wasn’t even ten words long.”

Dominic mocked offense, and shook his head. “Hey, I’m just as smart as you. I can be smart with humor. I just have a wide range of things I laugh, and that includes ass jokes.” He said, winking at the Author. “That’s why I laugh at you.”

The Author’s scowl only deepened. “If this an attempt at friendship, its a poor one.” If he recalled correctly, though, he and Dominic had never been on the best of terms. Perhaps this was a poorly disguised attempt to upset him.

Immediately, golden eyes softened, and a genuine, small smile spread on Dominic’s face. “Hey, I’m just messing with you.” He tilted his head, blue curls falling into his face. “Listen, I know you and I were never really… friends, but I’ll make the effort to be your friend, if you’re okay with that.”

The Author looked at Dominic suspiciously, but he saw no hint of deception. “I suppose that’s fine,” he said stiffly. He, himself, wasn’t very good at making friends.

The devil smiled again, and crossed his arms. “No more jokes. I’m serious this time. I promise I’m not an asshole all the time.”

“Well, that’s good. I wish I could say the same about myself but…” The Author shrugged. He knew he had an unpleasant personality, and yet some people still insisted on liking him. He wasn’t sure what that was about.

Dominic shrugged, and poked the Author. “Well, you might not be the most pleasant person in the world, but I’m sure you’ve got layers. I don’t think you’re just a grumpy recluse.” He said, letting his arms fall to hang at his sides. “Nobody is completely bad. Or at least, that’s my philosophy.”

The Author gave a withering look at the offending finger that had violated his person. “Everyone has complexities, that is true,” the Author conceded. “Still, not everyone is compatible with everyone else, and I rather think I’m not compatible with the majority of people. That’s all.” 

Are you so sure that would end well for you, Nik? I seem to remember our dynamic being the other way around.

Last I remember, babe, was you getting punished for torturing Anti unnecessarily harsh, hmm? You seemed quite fond of it, too

My memory must be getting as faulty as that little green whelp’s, because I don’t remember that actually taking place. 

Mhmm. Convenient, Ink. Perhaps I should replace the alcohol on you without your knowledge, hmm?

I’m not sure how you’d manage that, but should you do so, you’d find there would be consequences.

“I’m sure I’d figure something out, heh.” He grinned. “Don’t I get a kiss? You’ve been gone forever.”

“…So I have.” The Author frowned and rubbed his face. “One wonders why you would even want anything to do with me, anymore.”

“Oh, hush. You know I love you, broodiness and all.” Nik snorted, leaning against Author’s side heavily. “You’re mine and I have no intention of letting go any time soon.”

“And yet, I seem to keep getting away from you regardless.”

“You do, yes. Maybe I should chain you up to my bed… make you dance for me in a gold bikini heh.” Nik chuckled, winking.

The Author rolled his eyes. “Now I’m definitely not kissing you.” 

The Author was not in a good headspace for this, but he had learned by now that trying to destroy his relationships didn’t ever work out the way he wanted it to, with him being left alone to his misery and the people he cared about happy and better off without him. So he leaned down and pressed his lips against the doctor’s. 

The Author hummed and tangled his hand with the Doctor’s searching one. After a moment, he pulled back and yawned. “It’s rather late. We should probably sleep.” 

“Have I ever really had a normal sleep schedule?” His insomnia was as persistent as always. The Author shrugged. “I prefer to stay up late, anyway.” Night provided the appropriate mood lighting for his writing. Not that he was doing much of that anymore.

The Author stood. “It’s bigger, but it’s further away,” he argued. “While my bed is only a few steps away.” He nodded at the Full bed. “It’s not so small…” 

The Author rolled his eyes. “Your teasing burns only yourself, Nikolas. After all, the implication here is that you are romantically involved with a minor.” 

Well yeah so did I

I didn’t know that. Hard to notice someone going missing if you never try to contact them.

Haha fam I’ve been gone for months it’s been quite the ride. Going off the grid is more thrilling than people realise

Well, I’ve always been off the grid, technically speaking. 

Well yeah so did I

I didn’t know that. Hard to notice someone going missing if you never try to contact them.