Mark was silent, the nickname that Dark gave him in return causing the corner of his lips to twitch up into a small grin, tips of his ears darkening slightly. Funny how even though it was teasing, it still managed to make him feel warm and fluffy inside.

He ate carefully as Dark spoke, the wispy tendril that came up to caress his cheek making the werewolf’s gaze soften. It was interesting how safe Dark could make him feel with the simplest of things.

“Traveling across dimensions? That sounds incredible! I didn’t even know that was possible,” Mark exclaimed in surprise, eyes twinkling with curiosity. “That must be amazing. You’ll have to tell me about your travels.”

He settled back down as Dark began to get into his interests, smiling a little to himself. The piano seemed so very fitting for the entity.

“I would love to hear you play sometime,” Mark responded gently, tone sincere. He then took in a slow breath and licked the taste of soup from his lips. “As for myself, aside from video games, I do enjoy a good book every now and then. I also enjoy things like working out or going for a hike, maybe a short road trip… oh, learning the guitar has been something I’ve been working on recently as well. I’d say singing but… well, is that even really a hobby?”

He tilted his head slightly, almost like a confused puppy. Mark didn’t know, all he knew was that he did it almost all the time - especially since there wasn’t usually anyone around to hear him besides Chica.

-

Dark’s lips curl up into a small smile at the astonishment in Mark’s voice.

“It’s a rather enlightening experience, I must admit. There are limitless realities and possibilities when it comes to dimensional travel. For example, there are different versions of people you may know, different versions of even yourself, and how they may be affected by changed past events. I’d be delighted to share some of my travels with you.”

The sincerity behind Mark’s words warms the entity, admittedly even a little touched by them.

“And I’d of course love to play for you, my dear,” He purrs, before focusing solely on Mark’s discussion of his own hobbies. Ah, that was befitting of the werewolf, always the adventurous type, of course he’d love road trips and hiking. Perhaps once Mark recovers he can treat him to a short hike, or even a road trip with just two of them.

Though, he’s soon pausing at the last bit of information.

“I never knew you sang, Mark,” His words are hushed with awe, it’s as if he’s trying to steal Dark’s heart, as if he doesn’t have it already, “Oh you have to show me your talent some time! I’d love to hear you sing one day, if you wouldn’t mind of course. Paired with your guitar skills, I’m sure it’d be absolutely delightful!”

He huffs out a soft breath, a fond chuckle escaping him as he murmurs, “You know you are full of surprises, and every time I learn something new about you, it only makes me more enamored with you.”

Mark was like an excited child, eager to learn mors about these other dimensions and Dark's ability to travel there. But upon discovering that he could hear Dark play sometime, Mark's excitement shifted to that. To hear Dark play anything, honestly, would be a treat.

A smile decorated his lips, followed by a light blush over his ears and cheeks. The way the other looked at him had Mark's heart fluttering, and the gentleness in his voice... the werewolf was practically melting.

"I could easily say the same about you," Mark stated softly, tone sincere and gentle. "I, uh... I wouldn't mind singing for you, if you want me to. I've never sang for anyone before, though, so it may not be the best."

The werewolf's chocolate brown hues are full of warmth and adoration for the entity and he finds himself never wanting to move from his spot. Even if he healed, he selfishly wanted to remain just as close to Dark.

Mark was eager to dig in but remained patient, knowing he wouldn’t get far without Dark’s help. He watched the other slip behind him, the voice right by his ear causing a bit of goosebumps to rise on his skin. Mark found himself focusing on that more than the pain coming from any of his wounds.

“I-I’m alright, thank you..” he reassured quietly, letting the pain die down a tad before attempting to move.

The shadowy tendrils caught Mark off guard, causing him to tense for a moment before realizing what they were and where they came from. He was quick to relax, a small smile even tugging at the corner of his lips as the tray was set in his lap. Dark really did have such fascinating abilities.

“Thank you,” Mark then replied quietly before beginning to dig in, being sure to pace himself. He was moaning in delight at the first bite, his body soaking up the warmth emanating from the bowl.

Something seemed to dawn on the werewolf as he ate, causing him to pause momentarily. After all of this time, he knew very little about Dark’s abilities, or even just the things he liked to do. A sense of guilt began to spread through Mark’s chest at the thought and he glanced over his shoulder at the entity.

“Oh, Darky dearest,” he mused jokingly with a small smile. “Y'know, I… I don’t know very much about what you’re really capable of, other than the fact that you could likely kill me easily if you wanted to. Not to mention, I don’t even really know the things you enjoy doing. I know you’re busy and probably don’t have much time for leisurely activities but… I would like to know, i-if you don’t mind sharing?”

-

“Of course,” Dark murmurs, lips twitching at the groan of delight received from the hearty soup. He’s rather glad Mark enjoys it; a bit of comfort is well deserved after everything the other has been through.

Though, his head lifts ever so slightly when Mark pauses in his meal to glance back at him, a brow lifting in a mild show of concern. That soon changes at the overly loving nick name however, a snort of laughter escaping him.

“I don’t mind sharing at all, my darling Mark.” He teases in the sweetest tone he can muster, arms wrapping around the other’s waist, “You may always ask me anything.”

He’s softly humming then, brows furrowing slightly in thought.

“Now… I’m capable of a great many of things, my aura for instance, as what you just saw, can be used as an extra pair of hands. They take the form of shadows, and I can shape them into anything. Flowers, clothes, furniture, anything you desire. They can also be quite deadly, but for you… They will always be much sweeter.”

A gentle caress ghosts along Mark’s cheek, a whisper of black tracing the warm skin there before it’s dissipating.

“I can also warp from one place to another, but not just on this plane of existence. I’m able to travel to other realities, all with the use of the void- A sort of pocket dimension of my own. Those are a few of my abilities.”

He ate carefully as Dark spoke, the wispy tendril that came up to caress his cheek making the werewolf's gaze soften. It was interesting how safe Dark could make him feel with the simplest of things.

"Traveling across dimensions? That sounds incredible! I didn't even know that was possible," Mark exclaimed in surprise, eyes twinkling with curiosity. "That must be amazing. You'll have to tell me about your travels."

He settled back down as Dark began to get into his interests, smiling a little to himself. The piano seemed so very fitting for the entity.

"I would love to hear you play sometime," Mark responded gently, tone sincere. He then took in a slow breath and licked the taste of soup from his lips. "As for myself, aside from video games, I do enjoy a good book every now and then. I also enjoy things like working out or going for a hike, maybe a short road trip... oh, learning the guitar has been something I've been working on recently as well. I'd say singing but... well, is that even really a hobby?"

A smile seemed to permanently etch itself inro the werewolf’s features upon receiving the kiss to the forehead. It had his heart both dancing happily and feeling entirely relaxed all at once. Mark let his eyes rest a little as Dark left the room, not allowing himself to fall back asleep just yet but simply existing in the silence of the space. He was glad that he healed faster than any normal person since it meant he’d be back on his feet a lot sooner, but it took up a lot of energy he didn’t currently have. Eating something would certainly help. The smell of the meal hit Mark’s nose before Dark even approached the door and he opened his eyes, waiting patiently to see what the other had made for him. He was incredibly grateful that Dark was going through all of this trouble for his sake and a part of him was selfishly happy about this, since it meant he got to spend more time with the entity. “That looks and smells amazing,” he complimented sincerely, mout already watering a little. He paused at the question, thinking about it for a moment before giving a nod. “Please… I’m not sure I can keep myself up and eat at the same time.” It was almost embarrassing to be so weak to the point of not being able to keep an upright position, but nothing could be done. It was better than straining himself and failing.

-

The compliment has the entity perking up ever so slightly, a slight smile curling upon his lips.  

“Only the best for you, my dear,” He purrs, shooting a wink at Mark before he’s moving to fulfill his dear friend’s request.

The bed dips down ever so slightly as he takes a seat beside the other, an arm carefully slipping under Mark’s back as he lifts him into an upright position. He guides Mark back to lean against his chest, brushing away a few stray strands falling into chocolate brown eyes.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks softly, voice a low murmur beside Mark’s ear, “I apologize if I jostled any of your wounds. Tell me if you need any more pain medication.”

Wispy tendrils of black emerge around the two of them, sprawling out upon the bed and stretching out like diseased veins. They twine out towards the tray of food, curling around the handles and gracefully carrying the meal forth, setting it delicately upon Mark’s lap. The shadows vanish within a blink soon after, as if they were never there to begin within.

"I-I'm alright, thank you.." he reassured quietly, letting the pain die down a tad before attempting to move.

The shadowy tendrils caught Mark off guard, causing him to tense for a moment before realizing what they were and where they came from. He was quick to relax, a small smile even tugging at the corner of his lips as the tray was set in his lap. Dark really did have such fascinating abilities.

"Thank you," Mark then replied quietly before beginning to dig in, being sure to pace himself. He was moaning in delight at the first bite, his body soaking up the warmth emanating from the bowl.

Something seemed to dawn on the werewolf as he ate, causing him to pause momentarily. After all of this time, he knew very little about Dark's abilities, or even just the things he liked to do. A sense of guilt began to spread through Mark's chest at the thought and he glanced over his shoulder at the entity.

Seeing Dark embracing the feelings he was experiencing was something that Mark didn’t know if he would ever have the privilege and honor of seeing, yet there it was right in front of him. That smile on the entity’s face, the warmth in his gaze and the gentleness of his touch.. it had Mark feeling like he was living a dream, despite the condition his body was in.

The werewolf was soaking in the sensation of every bit of contact, no matter how fleeting. Before Dark could pull his hand away entirely, Mark reached for it and gently took it into his own, bringing it closer to his face once more. While he listened, a small smile emerged and he hummed in thought.

“I’m not in the mood for anything in particular… surprise me?” He requested softly, sharper canines flashing with a grin before he placed a delicate kiss to Dark’s palm and rested his cheek in it for a moment.

Mark’s expression relaxed, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he released a gentle breath. He felt safer here like this than anywhere else, with anyone else. He just wanted to soak in it a bit longer. With that, he finally let the entity’s hand go and opened his eyes once more, looking a bit more tired now as he glanced at Dark and smiled.

-

The entity lets his hand be guided back to Mark, smile softening at the kiss to his palm.

“Of course, if that’s what you wish,” He murmurs, cupping Mark’s cheek as the werewolf leans into his hand. He’s warm compared to the ever-present coldness of Dark’s own skin, a thumb delicately tracing over his cheek to steal more of that heat.

He isn’t sure how he got so lucky, to have someone as sweet as Mark in his life, to be able shed away his fears and indulge in the full extent of his feelings. He’s never felt so alive in all of his years. This moment between them is savored, right up until Mark releases him with a tired smile. His touch isn’t retracted right away, instead leaning down ever so slightly, and pressing a kiss to Mark’s forehead.

He’s then standing up, offering Mark a slight grin of his own.

“Now, I’ll be back in a moment, my dear. I will bring you back a meal fit for a king.” With that, he’s turning on his heel and exiting the room.

It doesn’t take long for the entity to return, with a hearty soup filled with vegetables and chicken. The steaming bowl is on a tray, a napkin and spoon beside it, along with a bottle of water.  

“Dinner is served.”

He’s placing the tray of food down upon the nightstand first, before turning to Mark to help him sit up.

Mark let his eyes rest a little as Dark left the room, not allowing himself to fall back asleep just yet but simply existing in the silence of the space. He was glad that he healed faster than any normal person since it meant he'd be back on his feet a lot sooner, but it took up a lot of energy he didn't currently have. Eating something would certainly help.

The smell of the meal hit Mark's nose before Dark even approached the door and he opened his eyes, waiting patiently to see what the other had made for him. He was incredibly grateful that Dark was going through all of this trouble for his sake and a part of him was selfishly happy about this, since it meant he got to spend more time with the entity.

"That looks and smells amazing," he complimented sincerely, mout already watering a little. He paused at the question, thinking about it for a moment before giving a nod. "Please... I'm not sure I can keep myself up and eat at the same time."

Relief spread across Mark’s chest along with the flutter of his heart upon seeing that rare but breathtaking smile on Dark’s face. To think that he was the reason it was there… it made unexplainably happy.

“Of course, Dark… feelings aren’t meant to be rushed. And sometimes, it takes a while to be able to face certain fears or calm certain worries. Whether it took you a few months or a few years, I didn’t plan on going anywhere - I still don’t,” Mark assured gently, gaze falling down to their intertwined fingers and smiling gently to himself. If someone had said to him that he would be in a situation like this just a few months ago, he would’ve laughed in their face. Funny how things worked out.

He could almost feel the sincerity and emotion behind Dark’s words and soaked it all in like a sponge. It was crazy, the effects the entity had on him. It was like a drug.

“I… yeah, I am still a bit tired, but-” Mark began, finally paying attention to the signs of his body when an echoing rumble emanated from his stomach. That’s right, he hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning. A sheepish smile was offered to Dark then, gaze coming back up to his face. “I suppose I’m hungry, too…”

-

The entity’s gaze is soft upon Mark, filled with admiration and care for the other. Mark’s assurances leave his chest light, alive as he’s ever been within the other’s presence. It’s strange, how easy it is now to acknowledge the happiness the other brings him, to not feel so conflicted over what ifs and how genuine this might be. It’s almost ridiculous now, looking back, at how his doubt and worries stopped him from wanting this. From having this.

But well, he supposes this sort of thing takes time, just like Mark said.

“You always say the sweetest of things,” He murmurs out, smile only seeming to grow with his mounting delight, “That truly means a lot to me, that you’d stay despite… The time it may take me.”

His free hand lightly touches Mark’s cheek, fingers caressing the warm skin there, before they’re drawing away.

“Know that I appreciate all you do, my dear.”

And then, he’s pausing at the rumbling of Mark’s stomach, head tilting just slightly. His lips twitch at that sheepish expression, a spark of amusement glittering within charcoal hues.

The werewolf was soaking in the sensation of every bit of contact, no matter how fleeting. Before Dark could pull his hand away entirely, Mark reached for it and gently took it into his own, bringing it closer to his face once more. While he listened, a small smile emerged and he hummed in thought.

"I'm not in the mood for anything in particular... surprise me?" He requested softly, sharper canines flashing with a grin before he placed a delicate kiss to Dark's palm and rested his cheek in it for a moment.

Mark let himself be stopped and moved slowly to lie back down - what other choice did he really have? Dark wasn’t leaving any room for objections. So he settled back down against the pillows silently, watching the entity with confusion in his eyes. The concern, the panic in Dark’s voice… was he really that worried about him?

As he listened, Mark’s question seemed to answer itself. Hearing that he was the most important thing to Dark honestly did surprise him a little. A warmth soon filled his chest, gaze becoming warm and soft the more the other spoke. He knew Dark cared for him but never did he consider it being to this extent, nor did he ever imagine that the other would feel like his efforts were insufficient.

Mark knew that Dark was busy, he knew that he had goals he wanted to achieve and that it was easy to get wrapped up in such things. He often did so himself with his career. Just to hear Dark say how much he cared… it meant more than Mark could really tell.

A warm hand wraps around the entity’s cooler one and a small, gentle smile makes its way onto Mark’s face. His expression reads understanding and forgiveness, even if he didn’t think that Dark needed to apologize for anything.

“It’s okay, really. I understand how easy it is to get lost in your work, your goals, your plans… I do it, too. I just worry for you sometimes because I know there’s more to life than that and I want you to be able to enjoy it - and to enjoy it with you. But I also don’t want to get in the way of things that I know are important to you,” Mark responded softly. “I care for you so much, Dark. Honestly, it almost scares me sometimes, because I know that if I lost you it would shatter me. Yet I never thought that it would be the same the other way around.”

A gentle sigh left the werewolf’s lips and he glanced dow at their hands for a moment.

“I’ll stay… thank you for this,” he murmured finally.

-

The entity’s gaze lifts as a warm hand envelops his own, the radiant smile upon Mark’s lips seeming to soothe away the turmoil all at once. Icy fingers return the gentle grip. More to life, he never thought there was more for him out there, a simple dream that died as soon as he became this. After everything that happened, after being stripped away of so much, surely there wasn’t enough pieces to start anew.

But now… Maybe, just maybe there’s more for him than a path tainted with rage, than a desire for vengeance.

Maybe there is happiness to be found, with Mark.  

“I would be honored to enjoy my life with you,” There’s that fuzziness again that warms his chest, unable to stop himself from smiling, “You have no idea how much you’ve brightened my world, Mark. Please don’t worry yourself, you’re never in my way.”

It’s strange, how right this feels, no hesitance attempting to change his mind, to act as a barrier between the two of them.  

“Don’t fret, you won’t lose me,” He assures softly, “I’ll be here for a very long time.”

He squeezes Mark’s hand, intertwining their fingers.  

“But you… It’s true, I feel the same as you. It’s taken me so long to realize just how much I care about you, to stop denying the truth of my feelings. I just… I Want to thank you for your patience. Truthfully, I don’t know what I would do without you.”  

His eyes are soft, every word coming from the heart for once. Is this what it feels like to truly be happy? To care for another again? How did he go so long without this?

"Of course, Dark... feelings aren't meant to be rushed. And sometimes, it takes a while to be able to face certain fears or calm certain worries. Whether it took you a few months or a few years, I didn't plan on going anywhere - I still don't," Mark assured gently, gaze falling down to their intertwined fingers and smiling gently to himself. If someone had said to him that he would be in a situation like this just a few months ago, he would've laughed in their face. Funny how things worked out.

He could almost feel the sincerity and emotion behind Dark's words and soaked it all in like a sponge. It was crazy, the effects the entity had on him. It was like a drug.

Seeing Dark pull away upon hearing his main concern caused a spark of worry to ignite in Mark’s chest. He didn’t say something wrong, did he? Was it too much?

The gentle gesture that followed, however, relieved him and he relaxed. When Dark agreed not to go, the fear within the werewolf’s eyes faded away into incredible relief.

“Thank you… seriously, I-I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you,” he stammered. “And I’m… I’m sorry you ended up getting involved in this. You shouldn’t’ve had to find me like that or to look after me like this.”

Guilt began to weave its way into Mark’s chest, something telling him that he was taking up too much Dark’s precious time. He was a busy man and the last thing he needed was to babysit a reckless adult. Maybe it would be best if he went home and took care of himself, got out of Dark’s hair so he could go about his life.

“I-I know you’re very busy and you constantly work hard, I don’t want to take up too much of your time or anything. I really appreciate the help, b-but I think I can take it from here. I’ll get out of your way and you can focus on more important things-” Mark started to ramble almost nervously, gently beginning to remove the blankets from his body.

He attempted to move to get out of bed but his body screamed in protest, pain shooting through the injured areas. Try as he may, Mark couldn’t completely conceal the pain and was hardly able to throw one leg over the edge of the bed before he had to stop and catch his breath.

-

“It’s the least I can do, to ease your worries…” The entity assures. However, before he can continue on, he’s silenced by Mark’s sudden rambling. A cold wave of shock washes over him as the other slides the blankets away, making a move to get up.

Icy hands are quick to grip at Mark’s shoulders, squeezing at him to dissuade him from going any further.

“What are you doing?” The question is barked out, concern and perhaps even a thread of panic laced within his tone. He’s sucking in a breath, forcing himself to calm, to be more gentle, “You’re in no condition to be moving around right now. Please, lie back down. At least let me talk to you about this first.”

He’s guiding the other back down to the bed, leaving no room for any objections.

“Now, listen to me. I want to make one thing abundantly clear to you. Do you want to know what’s most important to me? You are.” His hold is loosening, letting go of the other completely, “Neither my work, nor my goals compare to you. To your wellbeing, happiness, and health.”

There’s a shuddering sigh escaping him, gaze adverting slightly.

“I know… I know I don’t show that enough to you. I work too much, I put so much time into it that I neglect everything else,” Pale fingers run over the back of Mark’s hand, hesitantly taking it into his own, “I’m sorry, Mark. I never wanted you to feel like this. You deserve far better.”

Regret gnaws at his chest, with a burst of anger that burns through his insides that’s directed at himself. Why does he always do this? Purposely and unknowingly push away those who offer him care, kindness, and love. He needs to be better, he wants to be better for once… For Mark.

As he listened, Mark's question seemed to answer itself. Hearing that he was the most important thing to Dark honestly did surprise him a little. A warmth soon filled his chest, gaze becoming warm and soft the more the other spoke. He knew Dark cared for him but never did he consider it being to this extent, nor did he ever imagine that the other would feel like his efforts were insufficient.

Mark knew that Dark was busy, he knew that he had goals he wanted to achieve and that it was easy to get wrapped up in such things. He often did so himself with his career. Just to hear Dark say how much he cared... it meant more than Mark could really tell.

A warm hand wraps around the entity's cooler one and a small, gentle smile makes its way onto Mark's face. His expression reads understanding and forgiveness, even if he didn't think that Dark needed to apologize for anything.

"It's okay, really. I understand how easy it is to get lost in your work, your goals, your plans... I do it, too. I just worry for you sometimes because I know there's more to life than that and I want you to be able to enjoy it - and to enjoy it with you. But I also don't want to get in the way of things that I know are important to you," Mark responded softly. "I care for you so much, Dark. Honestly, it almost scares me sometimes, because I know that if I lost you it would shatter me. Yet I never thought that it would be the same the other way around."

A gentle sigh left the werewolf's lips and he glanced dow at their hands for a moment.

Mark watched Dark closely, the shift in his tone and the look in his eyes being more than enough to let the werewolf know how he felt. He pressed his lips together and lowered his gaze down to his own bandaged torso before releasing a sigh; honestly, he couldn’t blame Dark, he would be just as pissed if their roles were reversed.

“It was my own fault for wandering off like that. I recognized that scent, I knew it was them and that I would likely be outnumbered again, but my emotions got the best of me and I made the stupid decision of storming in on my own. This wouldn’t’ve happened if I had just turned my head and kept walking…” Mark stated, tone giving away how disappointed he was in himself.

He couldn’t lie, hearing Dark’s concern for him and the protectiveness did make Mark’s heart flutter a little, but he wished it was fluttering for reasons that didn’t have to do with violence and this nightmare of a curse.

“But main concern is you, Dark…” the werewolf then admitted softly, locking eyes with the entity once more. “I don’t doubt your strength or your ability to hold your own in a fight, but there is always the little ’what if’ that worries me. I don’t know what I would do if I found out you got hurt - or worse. The only reason they got to me is because I played right into their hands… if I let you go out there just like that and end up finding you on the ground somewhere, dea-”

Mark stopped himself, unable to finish his thought. The images were so vivid, he could feel the lump forming in his throat as he clenched his jaw in an attempt to keep himself calm. If he lost Dark…. it would break him and he knew it.

“I can’t… I can’t do it.”

-

There’s a pause as soon as Mark’s confession comes to light, the entity not missing the disappointment coating the other’s tone. Dark gently squeezes the werewolf’s hand, a thumb running over his knuckles.  

Despite such recklessness, he himself understands all too well. A rare chance given to gain some kind of closure, vengeance for the wrongs committed against him. It just so unfortunately happened to backfire on Mark.  

“My dear…” He begins in a low tone, “That doesn’t matter to me. No matter the circumstances, they are not excused from their crimes against you. It doesn’t change the fact that they nearly ripped you to pieces. You still deserve justice.”

He’s reaching out, icy fingers wrapping around Mark’s chin, directing him to the storm brewing within his own eyes, “Don’t you want that? I can give that to you.”

Though, when the other reveals his main concern, his brows are raising, admittedly taken aback. He’s releasing Mark’s face, hand falling back to his side.

Mark is worried… About him? His gaze is softening, an odd fuzziness invading his chest.

Still, there is an overwhelming need to protest. It’s true, he can do more than just hold his own, having power that could drive another to their knees and beg for mercy within seconds. But, the way Mark tenses, not even being able to finish his own sentence… It has him holding his tongue.

“I apologize…” He’s huffing out a heavy breath, “The last thing I want to do is put any stress on you.”

His touch returns, to instead gently sweep away a few stray strands from Mark’s face.

The gentle gesture that followed, however, relieved him and he relaxed. When Dark agreed not to go, the fear within the werewolf's eyes faded away into incredible relief.

"Thank you... seriously, I-I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you," he stammered. "And I'm... I'm sorry you ended up getting involved in this. You shouldn't've had to find me like that or to look after me like this."

Guilt began to weave its way into Mark's chest, something telling him that he was taking up too much Dark's precious time. He was a busy man and the last thing he needed was to babysit a reckless adult. Maybe it would be best if he went home and took care of himself, got out of Dark's hair so he could go about his life.

"I-I know you're very busy and you constantly work hard, I don't want to take up too much of your time or anything. I really appreciate the help, b-but I think I can take it from here. I'll get out of your way and you can focus on more important things-" Mark started to ramble almost nervously, gently beginning to remove the blankets from his body.

Dead leaves crunch beneath the entity’s shoes, the chill of the night air nipping at his hands and face. His eyes peer through misshapen shadows cast by the moon, searching for any clue, any sign as to where Mark has gone. His face remains impassive as ever, despite the worry gnawing at his chest, its hands squeezing around his heart. His fingers fidget at his sides, before their uneasy movements are snuffed out behind his back.

It’s nearly 3 o’clock in the morning and Mark never returned from his errand. He hadn’t responded to any of the entity’s texts or calls when he managed to figure out his blasted phone. It isn’t like Mark to do this, to just disappear without so much as a peep, to make the entity go mad wondering where he is. Something’s wrong.

He swears, if his phone just died-

He’s freezing when he spots scuff marks upon the dirt, torn up shrubbery indicating a struggle. Not only that, but as he gets closer, he notes that there’s drops of blood staining the ground, trailing just out of sight.

“Mark?” He calls out, voice betraying his panic, his calm mask dissipating within a snap. He’s following it in rushed strides.

Mark almost seemed to get lost in his own mind when Dark’s cool hand was placed upon his own. The balled up fist instantly relaxed and the werewolf blinked away his thoughts as his gaze steered upward to land on the entity. Feeling the slight chill in the room and the sudden serious shift in tone, Mark’s brows knitted together gently. He could see something stirring within his friend’s dark hues and he would be lying if it didn’t cause a bit of worry to weave its way into his chest.

“I… it was those same werewolves who turned me all those years ago. I hadn’t seen them or even felt their presence again until now,” he admitted quietly, voice just above a whisper. His head tilted slightly to the side, eyes searching Dark’s for a sign of what exactly the entity had in mind. “You’re… You’re not thinking about going after them, are you?”

The mere thought of Dark receiving even a smidgen of the treatment that Mark did was enough to make his imagination run wild. Images of Mark stumbling blindly through the forest only to find Dark’s body laying motionless somewhere started plaguing his mind and he quickly took hold of the other’s hand.

“Please, tell me you’re not thinking about it…”

-

A slight nod is given to the information, his rage only seeming to fester and grow when he learns it’s the same werewolves who turned Mark. It isn’t much to go off, but he’ll have to make due. He will find them, one way or another.

However, his gaze is lifting at the question, blackened hues staring fully at the other now. His first instinct is to lie, to tell Mark what he wants to hear, to ease his troubled mind. After all, Mark has suffered enough as it is. However, as the werewolf grasps at his hand, nearly pleading, it strikes an odd chord within him.

His eyes narrow, his calm façade seeming to crack apart by the seams.

“I am,” It’s blunt in its delivery, coming out sharper than intended, “And why shouldn’t I? Look at what they’ve done to you.”

His grip tightens upon Mark’s hand, his free gesturing to the bandaged wounds, the scar.  

He’s about to go on, to tell of how they nearly killed the other, twice if he’s not mistaken- But, he’s sucking in a breath, stopping himself there. He doesn’t need to remind Mark.

"It was my own fault for wandering off like that. I recognized that scent, I knew it was them and that I would likely be outnumbered again, but my emotions got the best of me and I made the stupid decision of storming in on my own. This wouldn't've happened if I had just turned my head and kept walking..." Mark stated, tone giving away how disappointed he was in himself.

He couldn't lie, hearing Dark's concern for him and the protectiveness did make Mark's heart flutter a little, but he wished it was fluttering for reasons that didn't have to do with violence and this nightmare of a curse.

"But main concern is you, Dark..." the werewolf then admitted softly, locking eyes with the entity once more. "I don't doubt your strength or your ability to hold your own in a fight, but there is always the little 'what if' that worries me. I don't know what I would do if I found out you got hurt - or worse. The only reason they got to me is because I played right into their hands... if I let you go out there just like that and end up finding you on the ground somewhere, dea-"

Mark stopped himself, unable to finish his thought. The images were so vivid, he could feel the lump forming in his throat as he clenched his jaw in an attempt to keep himself calm. If he lost Dark.... it would break him and he knew it.

Dead leaves crunch beneath the entity’s shoes, the chill of the night air nipping at his hands and face. His eyes peer through misshapen shadows cast by the moon, searching for any clue, any sign as to where Mark has gone. His face remains impassive as ever, despite the worry gnawing at his chest, its hands squeezing around his heart. His fingers fidget at his sides, before their uneasy movements are snuffed out behind his back.

It’s nearly 3 o’clock in the morning and Mark never returned from his errand. He hadn’t responded to any of the entity’s texts or calls when he managed to figure out his blasted phone. It isn’t like Mark to do this, to just disappear without so much as a peep, to make the entity go mad wondering where he is. Something’s wrong.

He swears, if his phone just died-

He’s freezing when he spots scuff marks upon the dirt, torn up shrubbery indicating a struggle. Not only that, but as he gets closer, he notes that there’s drops of blood staining the ground, trailing just out of sight.

“Mark?” He calls out, voice betraying his panic, his calm mask dissipating within a snap. He’s following it in rushed strides.

Mark seemed further relieved when Dark revealed that the screaming hadn’t disturbed him, oblivious to the little lie.

“O-Okay, good…” he murmured, taking a few moments to let himself relax. The adrenaline began to leave his body, causing the sharp aches and pains to make themselves known. Upon hearing the entity’s concern, Mark looked up at him and offered a small smile. “I’m fine, ‘tis but a flesh wound.”

The joke left Mark’s lips and he chuckled quietly, holding back a wince. It seemed like Dark always had so much on his plate and the werewolf didn’t want to add to that.

“Thank you… for coming for me. I wasn’t sure if I was going to bleed out there or something,” he admitted quietly. “I just wanted to go pick something up at the store, but then I could smell them…. I got distracted. It was stupid of me… all this time and they can still tear me up just as easily.”

A frown formed on Mark’s face and he clenched his fist, looking down into his lap.

-

The entity is offering a weak smile in return. His concern does not fully depart, but seeing Mark acting a bit like himself once more is refreshing. Though, he questions the truthfulness of Mark’s claim.

“That’s relieving to hear… Just let me know if you need anything at all. Your comfort is very important to me,” It’s spoken out softly, before he’s drawing his hand away, straightening to his full height once more.  

He’s huffing out a breath at the thanks.

“I’m only glad I found you in time,” His voice is just as quiet, a frown hardening his features at the mere thought. Of being too late- Of finding a corpse instead-

He’s quick to dispel such images from his mind’s eye. Mark is still here, alive and recovering. That’s all that matters.

Though, at Mark’s next statement, he’s going quiet. He’s carefully taking a seat upon the edge of the bed, reaching out and covering over Mark’s fist with an icy hand.

“Mark,” His tone is unnaturally calm, “Tell me, who exactly did this to you?”

A chill creeps into the air, an unspoken wrath lurking within the entity’s eyes.

"I... it was those same werewolves who turned me all those years ago. I hadn't seen them or even felt their presence again until now," he admitted quietly, voice just above a whisper. His head tilted slightly to the side, eyes searching Dark's for a sign of what exactly the entity had in mind. "You're... You're not thinking about going after them, are you?"

The mere thought of Dark receiving even a smidgen of the treatment that Mark did was enough to make his imagination run wild. Images of Mark stumbling blindly through the forest only to find Dark's body laying motionless somewhere started plaguing his mind and he quickly took hold of the other's hand.

Dead leaves crunch beneath the entity’s shoes, the chill of the night air nipping at his hands and face. His eyes peer through misshapen shadows cast by the moon, searching for any clue, any sign as to where Mark has gone. His face remains impassive as ever, despite the worry gnawing at his chest, its hands squeezing around his heart. His fingers fidget at his sides, before their uneasy movements are snuffed out behind his back.

It’s nearly 3 o’clock in the morning and Mark never returned from his errand. He hadn’t responded to any of the entity’s texts or calls when he managed to figure out his blasted phone. It isn’t like Mark to do this, to just disappear without so much as a peep, to make the entity go mad wondering where he is. Something’s wrong.

He swears, if his phone just died-

He’s freezing when he spots scuff marks upon the dirt, torn up shrubbery indicating a struggle. Not only that, but as he gets closer, he notes that there’s drops of blood staining the ground, trailing just out of sight.

“Mark?” He calls out, voice betraying his panic, his calm mask dissipating within a snap. He’s following it in rushed strides.

It’s always difficult, coming out of nightmares dragged forth from the dark corners of one’s mind. Memories or fears that proceed to haunt and torment, not able to be escaped even within the depths of sleep. He’s glad at least, that he was able to anchor Mark back to the safety of reality.

Though, at the stuttered inquiry, he’s quickly shaking his head.

“No, not at all,” He assures, a thumb tracing along Mark’s cheek, “I was doing nothing of importance. Don’t worry.”

It’s a small lie, but work could always be sacrificed, especially when Mark is in such a state. He’s far more important at the moment.

"O-Okay, good..." he murmured, taking a few moments to let himself relax. The adrenaline began to leave his body, causing the sharp aches and pains to make themselves known. Upon hearing the entity's concern, Mark looked up at him and offered a small smile. "I'm fine, 'tis but a flesh wound."

The joke left Mark's lips and he chuckled quietly, holding back a wince. It seemed like Dark always had so much on his plate and the werewolf didn't want to add to that.

"Thank you... for coming for me. I wasn't sure if I was going to bleed out there or something," he admitted quietly. "I just wanted to go pick something up at the store, but then I could smell them.... I got distracted. It was stupid of me... all this time and they can still tear me up just as easily."

Dead leaves crunch beneath the entity’s shoes, the chill of the night air nipping at his hands and face. His eyes peer through misshapen shadows cast by the moon, searching for any clue, any sign as to where Mark has gone. His face remains impassive as ever, despite the worry gnawing at his chest, its hands squeezing around his heart. His fingers fidget at his sides, before their uneasy movements are snuffed out behind his back.

It’s nearly 3 o’clock in the morning and Mark never returned from his errand. He hadn’t responded to any of the entity’s texts or calls when he managed to figure out his blasted phone. It isn’t like Mark to do this, to just disappear without so much as a peep, to make the entity go mad wondering where he is. Something’s wrong.

He swears, if his phone just died-

He’s freezing when he spots scuff marks upon the dirt, torn up shrubbery indicating a struggle. Not only that, but as he gets closer, he notes that there’s drops of blood staining the ground, trailing just out of sight.

“Mark?” He calls out, voice betraying his panic, his calm mask dissipating within a snap. He’s following it in rushed strides.

Dark huffs out a small chuckle of his own at the comment, pale lips curling up into a half smile, “Well that’s good. Though if I’m comfy, I’m sure the bed will be heavenly.”

The entity pats Mark’s shoulder gently, before he’s carefully guiding Mark to lie back upon the bed. He’s standing up, joints popping, once the other is lying against the duvet. He’s pulling the covers over him, tucking him in within the soft sheets and blankets.

“Now, I’m sure you’d like to rest, my dear. Though do tell me if you need anything else. More pillows, blankets, water, just name it and I’ll provide,” He promises, icy hands folding behind his back, “However, if… You don’t need anything else I’ll be close by, just call out for me if you need anything.”

“T-Thank you.. really…” he murmured softly. “Don’t go too f-far, please…” Mark then pleaded, trying to hide his worried and fears hut failing miserably.

As much as being in the manor and in this comfy bed was incredible, he wanted to have Dark nearby. No walls provided the same kind of security that Dark did. He could be away from those walls and out in the open but with Dark there, he felt lile things would still be okay.

He observes as Mark falls asleep, an icy hand reaching out once his eyes don’t reopen. He’s brushing a few stray strands from Mark’s face, fingers grazing against his cheek briefly. He’s huffing out a sigh, attempting to dispel some of the tension coiled deep within.

“Sleep well,” He whispers, turning on his heel.

He strides up to the room’s door, though he pauses in simply taking the final step to exiting, to turn the doorknob and leave Mark alone. He’s glancing back, the sight of Mark’s rising and falling chest bringing him a thread of comfort, a sign that Mark is still very much alive.

And still with him.

Images of his first encounter with werewolves flew through his mind like a movie, feeling as though he was reliving the horrible experience of being turned again. In this dream he was running as fast as his legs could carry him, the gigantic wolves darting through the trees and chasing him. In reality, he was lying perfectly still in bed, body only twitching gently and breathing picking up the slightest bit.

Mark.

He’s standing up, documents scattering from his desk in his haste. He’s tearing through the void to get to Mark’s room, emerging from the shadows, the room shifting at the weight of his entrance. Colors dull down, a faint ring coming forth to irritate the ear. Tendrils of black curl at his heels, ready to rip off the limbs of any who dared to hurt Mark.

But, there’s no attackers here, and yet Mark is sitting up, eyes wide with terror, darting about as if he didn’t recognize his surroundings. He’s reining in his aura with clenched teeth, the bedroom returning to normal within a blink. Of course, a nightmare, he should’ve known.

“Mark,” He calls out softly, approaching the other with careful steps. An icy hand is placed gently against Mark’s uninjured shoulder, hoping to snap him away from the images in his mind disturbing him so, “My dear, it’s alright, you’re safe. No one is here. No one will hurt you.”

He’s cupping Mark’s cheek with his other hand, guiding those golden eyes to meet his gaze, “You have nothing to fear, I promise.”

The cold hands that were placed upon his skin caused a gentle shock, strong enough to bring him out of his own head but not enough to steer him further away. Mark's gaze locked with Dark's as he panted softly, his hand clutching his scarred shoulder to the point where his skin is turning white. The gold in his eyes began to fade as a familiar face pierced through the scary images clouding his vision and the werewolf released a breath of relief.

Dead leaves crunch beneath the entity’s shoes, the chill of the night air nipping at his hands and face. His eyes peer through misshapen shadows cast by the moon, searching for any clue, any sign as to where Mark has gone. His face remains impassive as ever, despite the worry gnawing at his chest, its hands squeezing around his heart. His fingers fidget at his sides, before their uneasy movements are snuffed out behind his back.

It’s nearly 3 o’clock in the morning and Mark never returned from his errand. He hadn’t responded to any of the entity’s texts or calls when he managed to figure out his blasted phone. It isn’t like Mark to do this, to just disappear without so much as a peep, to make the entity go mad wondering where he is. Something’s wrong.

He swears, if his phone just died-

He’s freezing when he spots scuff marks upon the dirt, torn up shrubbery indicating a struggle. Not only that, but as he gets closer, he notes that there’s drops of blood staining the ground, trailing just out of sight.

“Mark?” He calls out, voice betraying his panic, his calm mask dissipating within a snap. He’s following it in rushed strides.

Dark huffs out a small chuckle of his own at the comment, pale lips curling up into a half smile, “Well that’s good. Though if I’m comfy, I’m sure the bed will be heavenly.”

The entity pats Mark’s shoulder gently, before he’s carefully guiding Mark to lie back upon the bed. He’s standing up, joints popping, once the other is lying against the duvet. He’s pulling the covers over him, tucking him in within the soft sheets and blankets.

“Now, I’m sure you’d like to rest, my dear. Though do tell me if you need anything else. More pillows, blankets, water, just name it and I’ll provide,” He promises, icy hands folding behind his back, “However, if… You don’t need anything else I’ll be close by, just call out for me if you need anything.”

“T-Thank you.. really…” he murmured softly. “Don’t go too f-far, please…” Mark then pleaded, trying to hide his worried and fears hut failing miserably.

As much as being in the manor and in this comfy bed was incredible, he wanted to have Dark nearby. No walls provided the same kind of security that Dark did. He could be away from those walls and out in the open but with Dark there, he felt lile things would still be okay.

He observes as Mark falls asleep, an icy hand reaching out once his eyes don’t reopen. He’s brushing a few stray strands from Mark’s face, fingers grazing against his cheek briefly. He’s huffing out a sigh, attempting to dispel some of the tension coiled deep within.

“Sleep well,” He whispers, turning on his heel.

He strides up to the room’s door, though he pauses in simply taking the final step to exiting, to turn the doorknob and leave Mark alone. He’s glancing back, the sight of Mark’s rising and falling chest bringing him a thread of comfort, a sign that Mark is still very much alive.

And still with him.

Images of his first encounter with werewolves flew through his mind like a movie, feeling as though he was reliving the horrible experience of being turned again. In this dream he was running as fast as his legs could carry him, the gigantic wolves darting through the trees and chasing him. In reality, he was lying perfectly still in bed, body only twitching gently and breathing picking up the slightest bit.

Dead leaves crunch beneath the entity’s shoes, the chill of the night air nipping at his hands and face. His eyes peer through misshapen shadows cast by the moon, searching for any clue, any sign as to where Mark has gone. His face remains impassive as ever, despite the worry gnawing at his chest, its hands squeezing around his heart. His fingers fidget at his sides, before their uneasy movements are snuffed out behind his back.

It’s nearly 3 o’clock in the morning and Mark never returned from his errand. He hadn’t responded to any of the entity’s texts or calls when he managed to figure out his blasted phone. It isn’t like Mark to do this, to just disappear without so much as a peep, to make the entity go mad wondering where he is. Something’s wrong.

He swears, if his phone just died-

He’s freezing when he spots scuff marks upon the dirt, torn up shrubbery indicating a struggle. Not only that, but as he gets closer, he notes that there’s drops of blood staining the ground, trailing just out of sight.

“Mark?” He calls out, voice betraying his panic, his calm mask dissipating within a snap. He’s following it in rushed strides.

Dark huffs out a small chuckle of his own at the comment, pale lips curling up into a half smile, “Well that’s good. Though if I’m comfy, I’m sure the bed will be heavenly.”

The entity pats Mark’s shoulder gently, before he’s carefully guiding Mark to lie back upon the bed. He’s standing up, joints popping, once the other is lying against the duvet. He’s pulling the covers over him, tucking him in within the soft sheets and blankets.

“Now, I’m sure you’d like to rest, my dear. Though do tell me if you need anything else. More pillows, blankets, water, just name it and I’ll provide,” He promises, icy hands folding behind his back, “However, if… You don’t need anything else I’ll be close by, just call out for me if you need anything.”

"T-Thank you.. really..." he murmured softly. "Don't go too f-far, please..." Mark then pleaded, trying to hide his worried and fears hut failing miserably.

As much as being in the manor and in this comfy bed was incredible, he wanted to have Dark nearby. No walls provided the same kind of security that Dark did. He could be away from those walls and out in the open but with Dark there, he felt lile things would still be okay.

Dead leaves crunch beneath the entity’s shoes, the chill of the night air nipping at his hands and face. His eyes peer through misshapen shadows cast by the moon, searching for any clue, any sign as to where Mark has gone. His face remains impassive as ever, despite the worry gnawing at his chest, its hands squeezing around his heart. His fingers fidget at his sides, before their uneasy movements are snuffed out behind his back.

It’s nearly 3 o’clock in the morning and Mark never returned from his errand. He hadn’t responded to any of the entity’s texts or calls when he managed to figure out his blasted phone. It isn’t like Mark to do this, to just disappear without so much as a peep, to make the entity go mad wondering where he is. Something’s wrong.

He swears, if his phone just died-

He’s freezing when he spots scuff marks upon the dirt, torn up shrubbery indicating a struggle. Not only that, but as he gets closer, he notes that there’s drops of blood staining the ground, trailing just out of sight.

“Mark?” He calls out, voice betraying his panic, his calm mask dissipating within a snap. He’s following it in rushed strides.

He’s huffing out a sigh, forcing tense muscles to relax. He needs to focus; Mark will be alright with the proper medical care. He’s letting go of Mark’s hand, shadows swirling at his command to will into existence a damp washcloth.

“Now please, try to relax, my dear. I’m just going to clean your wounds and patch you up,” He informs as he dabs at the cuts, bite marks, and scratches littering Mark’s body.

His face is set into a cold mask of indifference as he works, though the tell tale signs of his darkening features gave away the rage, and concern squirming beneath his shell. Once the wounds are cleaned, he’s bandaging the other up, swathing him in gauze with careful fingers. He’s stepping back when finished, accessing his work with narrowed eyes before deeming it satisfactory.

As Dark encouraged him to try and relax, Mark released a trembling sigh in an attempt to ease the tenseness in his aching body. It did next to nothing as the sting of the entity cleaning out his wounds made him grunt and groan but once it was over, he practically melted into the mattress. The poor man was just so very tired and after nearly reliving the night where he became what he considered to be a monster, Mark most certainly wasn’t feeling the best.

“Okay… th-… thank you,” he murmured, lidded eyes blinking slowly. “I’m… tired…”

“I know,” He murmurs out, icy fingers brushing through Mark’s hair, petting back the brown locks to in some way offer him comfort, “I’ll bring back some painkillers and then you can rest, my dear.”

He’s retracting his touch after the soft assurance, turning on his heel and exiting the room. Once the door clicks shut behind him, he’s making haste to grab what Mark needs, uncharacteristically bolting through his own home. He’s shortly returning with a glass of water and painkillers.

“Mark, I’m back,” He’s gently informing once he’s at Mark’s side, “You only need to swallow these, do you think you can do that for me?”

Once the entity returned with the painkillers, Mark tried to brace himself for the pain he would inevitably feel while attempting to sit up. Taking in a slow breath, the werewolf slowly moved to push himself up into a sitting position, groaning and wincing as he did. His arms were shaking a little with the lack of energy and he looked at Dark with pleading eyes.

“Of course. Here, just lean against me.” He instructs gently, an icy hand guiding him back to do just that.

His hand remains upon Mark’s shoulder to hold him steady, rubbing soothing circles into his skin as he offers Mark the pills to take. Once they are handed over, he’s carefully reaching out to pluck the glass of water off the nightstand, holding it out in front of the other.

"T-Thank you.... I... I th-think can.." he murmured, reaching for the pills and placing them in his mouth.

He then took the glass, hand shaking a tad bit but not enough to cause any spills. Mark brought it to his lips and took a sip to down the pills, suddenly realizing how parched he was and beginning to chug the entire glass. He ended up finishing it off, resting the glass in his lap as he panted slightly and licked his lips. The werewolf's head then lolled back and slightly to the side in exhaustion as he caught his breath, resting against Dark's shoulder and being drawn to this blanket of safety that the entity provided.

Dead leaves crunch beneath the entity’s shoes, the chill of the night air nipping at his hands and face. His eyes peer through misshapen shadows cast by the moon, searching for any clue, any sign as to where Mark has gone. His face remains impassive as ever, despite the worry gnawing at his chest, its hands squeezing around his heart. His fingers fidget at his sides, before their uneasy movements are snuffed out behind his back.

It’s nearly 3 o’clock in the morning and Mark never returned from his errand. He hadn’t responded to any of the entity’s texts or calls when he managed to figure out his blasted phone. It isn’t like Mark to do this, to just disappear without so much as a peep, to make the entity go mad wondering where he is. Something’s wrong.

He swears, if his phone just died-

He’s freezing when he spots scuff marks upon the dirt, torn up shrubbery indicating a struggle. Not only that, but as he gets closer, he notes that there’s drops of blood staining the ground, trailing just out of sight.

“Mark?” He calls out, voice betraying his panic, his calm mask dissipating within a snap. He’s following it in rushed strides.

He’s huffing out a sigh, forcing tense muscles to relax. He needs to focus; Mark will be alright with the proper medical care. He’s letting go of Mark’s hand, shadows swirling at his command to will into existence a damp washcloth.

“Now please, try to relax, my dear. I’m just going to clean your wounds and patch you up,” He informs as he dabs at the cuts, bite marks, and scratches littering Mark’s body.

His face is set into a cold mask of indifference as he works, though the tell tale signs of his darkening features gave away the rage, and concern squirming beneath his shell. Once the wounds are cleaned, he’s bandaging the other up, swathing him in gauze with careful fingers. He’s stepping back when finished, accessing his work with narrowed eyes before deeming it satisfactory.

As Dark encouraged him to try and relax, Mark released a trembling sigh in an attempt to ease the tenseness in his aching body. It did next to nothing as the sting of the entity cleaning out his wounds made him grunt and groan but once it was over, he practically melted into the mattress. The poor man was just so very tired and after nearly reliving the night where he became what he considered to be a monster, Mark most certainly wasn’t feeling the best.

“Okay… th-… thank you,” he murmured, lidded eyes blinking slowly. “I’m… tired…”

“I know,” He murmurs out, icy fingers brushing through Mark’s hair, petting back the brown locks to in some way offer him comfort, “I’ll bring back some painkillers and then you can rest, my dear.”

He’s retracting his touch after the soft assurance, turning on his heel and exiting the room. Once the door clicks shut behind him, he’s making haste to grab what Mark needs, uncharacteristically bolting through his own home. He’s shortly returning with a glass of water and painkillers.

“Mark, I’m back,” He’s gently informing once he’s at Mark’s side, “You only need to swallow these, do you think you can do that for me?”

Once the entity returned with the painkillers, Mark tried to brace himself for the pain he would inevitably feel while attempting to sit up. Taking in a slow breath, the werewolf slowly moved to push himself up into a sitting position, groaning and wincing as he did. His arms were shaking a little with the lack of energy and he looked at Dark with pleading eyes.

Dead leaves crunch beneath the entity’s shoes, the chill of the night air nipping at his hands and face. His eyes peer through misshapen shadows cast by the moon, searching for any clue, any sign as to where Mark has gone. His face remains impassive as ever, despite the worry gnawing at his chest, its hands squeezing around his heart. His fingers fidget at his sides, before their uneasy movements are snuffed out behind his back.

It’s nearly 3 o’clock in the morning and Mark never returned from his errand. He hadn’t responded to any of the entity’s texts or calls when he managed to figure out his blasted phone. It isn’t like Mark to do this, to just disappear without so much as a peep, to make the entity go mad wondering where he is. Something’s wrong.

He swears, if his phone just died-

He’s freezing when he spots scuff marks upon the dirt, torn up shrubbery indicating a struggle. Not only that, but as he gets closer, he notes that there’s drops of blood staining the ground, trailing just out of sight.

“Mark?” He calls out, voice betraying his panic, his calm mask dissipating within a snap. He’s following it in rushed strides.

He’s huffing out a sigh, forcing tense muscles to relax. He needs to focus; Mark will be alright with the proper medical care. He’s letting go of Mark’s hand, shadows swirling at his command to will into existence a damp washcloth.

“Now please, try to relax, my dear. I’m just going to clean your wounds and patch you up,” He informs as he dabs at the cuts, bite marks, and scratches littering Mark’s body.

His face is set into a cold mask of indifference as he works, though the tell tale signs of his darkening features gave away the rage, and concern squirming beneath his shell. Once the wounds are cleaned, he’s bandaging the other up, swathing him in gauze with careful fingers. He’s stepping back when finished, accessing his work with narrowed eyes before deeming it satisfactory.

As Dark encouraged him to try and relax, Mark released a trembling sigh in an attempt to ease the tenseness in his aching body. It did next to nothing as the sting of the entity cleaning out his wounds made him grunt and groan but once it was over, he practically melted into the mattress. The poor man was just so very tired and after nearly reliving the night where he became what he considered to be a monster, Mark most certainly wasn't feeling the best.

"Okay... th-... thank you," he murmured, lidded eyes blinking slowly. "I'm... tired..."