Werewolf!Dark
The manor was quiet one early morning. Surprisingly. Dark's eyelids peeled open, his body slowly moving to sit up.
And of course, he had a splitting headache...
Wonderful.
Groaning, he begrudgingly got out of bed, cracking his neck and back as he did so.
"Fucking hell..." Last night was a full moon. Being cursed to be a werewolf wasn't fun for the already doomed demon. He had shifted without warning too. His body ached more than it already had been...
He looked over at your side of the bed. You were usually awake before him. Yet, he did wish he could've peppered your neck in kisses to wake you.
Dark stumbled to the closet of your shared bedroom and pulled out something comfortable instead of his suit for once. He adored wearing it, yet he didn't seem too.. prominent right now.
He rummaged through his clothes, finally ending up finding a pair of joggers and a black long sleeved shirt.
After slipping those on, he walked out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen, finding you sipping on some morning coffee.
His lips curled up into a soft grin as he waltzed on over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist lazily. He pressed his nose to the back of your neck, closing his eyes.
"Someone's sleepy." You teased softly.
Dark hummed in response while you turned around, putting your arms around his neck as your foreheads rested against each other's.
A voice interrupted your little moment.
"Blegh, can't youse two do 'dat in youses' room?" Yancy gagged out, grimacing as he sipped his coffee.
Dark rolled his eyes at the ex-prisoner as he kissed your cheek, letting you go and walking toward the coffee pot Yancy stood by.
"Are you okay, Dark?" You suddenly asked the demon. He apparently hadn't noticed himself growling at the pain of his migraine...
"Hm? Oh, I'm alright, dove. Whatever had happened last night took a toll on me. Just a headache is all." He explained in a soft tone, making you smile with a nod.
He watched as you walked into the living room, probably to watch a movie or to stare out of the sliding door.
All of a sudden, Dark winced and felt a sharp pain shoot up his head. His canines sharpened and the tip of his ears pointed. Dammit..
"Fuck..." He growled quietly, setting his coffee mug down a little too roughly which resulted in it making a piercing clink noise.
"Dark? Is everything okay?" You asked worriedly after hearing the sound. Dark grimaced, another low growl reverberating through his chest.
You immediately went over to him, trying to soothe and comfort him as best as you could.
"Love, shh... Look at me.. Just focus all of your attention on me, alright dear?" You cooed gently, attempting to calm him down. You didn't even know why he was growling, but you knew how to comfort him anyway.
Darks breathing went to a more steadier pace as you gently ran your hand through his hair, causing him to melt into your touch.
"See? It's okay, dearest.." You said in a calm tone.
Sighing, he started to speak. "I'm deeply sorry for being this way, my dove.. I feel like I burden you with this damn curse."
