Marrying Darkiplier

Chapter Twelve: Daymare

Keeping his eyes on the mirror, Sean asked Natemare's reflection. "It's really not that bad. Dark is... working on it." Natemare turned his head lazily to look at the mirror to meet Sean's eyes with his guarded ones, before quietly grumbling out. "Ya. I bet he is." Shrugging, Sean mumbled out nervously as he looked over an outfit absently. "It's nothing. Can we just... get back on track?" Reaching out to grab the outfit in Sean's hands, he lightly told him in a firm voice. "That's not a top. And it is a VERY big deal. Especially since it could ruin your wedding." Lowering the garment from his chest, Sean blurted out just as seriously. "No. It won't. Dark will find a way. He always does." Natemare's eyes flashed a dark purple, before he almost sneered out. "And if he can't? Then what? He won't be able to marry you if THAT is still on your finger." Sean waved his hand in annoyance, muttering out. "It doesn't matter. It is just a ring." Natemare snatched his hand out of the air, pulling it close so abruptly that Sean hissed in pain. Pressing his fingers on his ring finger, Natemare coolly stated without looking at him. "It is not just a ring. Just like this isn't just a finger." Sean tensed, watching Natemare's black nails menacingly press to the soft skin.

Still not looking at him, Natemare informed him in a distant tone. "It ancient times, the ring finger was considered sacred. It was believed to have a direct connection to ones' heart through the vein right here. To remove it meant that you could never love again. To put a ring on it, meant your soul was bond or intwined with the person who wore its match eternally. Not a contract one walked into blindly. And not a contract easily severed." Natemare's dark eyes finally met his again through loose dark bangs, before he added in a lifeless tone. "Dark may be downplaying how serious this is. But I'll be blunt. Until this is off. You are claimed by someone else. And if Dark can't break this contract... You will not be able to marry him. And depending on who has the master ring... Dark could die trying to get you back." All the air left Sean's lungs as that sank in. Swallowing though, Sean meekly squeaked out. "I didn't agree to this contract. So, it can't be binding..." Natemare rose slowly from his seat, placing a hand on Sean's chest to push him flat against the wall of the dressing room. Releasing Sean, Natemare pressed his palms to the wall over Sean's shoulders and said in a casual voice. "You agreed to put it on, didn't you? That is all it takes. The only brightside to this... you aren't officially someone else's until both rings are in contact with each other and you... agree to be there's. So... you've got that going for you. Best that you mind what you say around people here from now on."

Sean nervously nodded, eyeing Natemare with sudden concern. Why was he so close? He could smell him at this range. Unlike Dark's heavy musk, Natemare's scent was slightly lighter. It reminded him of a mix of rich flowers after a heavy rain. Strange and alluring. Much like he was. Every breath Sean dared to take filled his nose with his scent. Blushing, Sean turned his head away and mumbled out. "Natemare...? Can you back up?" In the mirror, Sean caught Natemare's charming grin as he leaned in toward his throat and asked softly. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" Sean shivered from the cold breath that puffed across his neck. Natemare wasn't touching him, but he swore that he could feel him. Trying to keep himself from shaking, Sean forced out as politely as he could. "A little. Yes." Watching Natemare through the mirror lean in enough that his long bangs brushed over Sean's throat, Sean firmly put a hand on Natemare's chest. He tried to push him back, but Natemare's racing heartbeat made him hesitate. Natemare's breath was warmer now when he whispered just under his ear with a hint of longing. "I can smell him on you." Staying still, Sean forced out in a strangled tone. "I... He... Dark is always... Natemare, please...?"

Natemare inhaled slow and deep, before whispering in a pained voice. "I wasn't talking about Darkiplier." Sean closed his mouth and swallowed hard. It suddenly dawned on him what Natemare was attracted too. Tilting his head back against the wall, Sean breathlessly whispered out in return. "You love Anti..." Natemare's head turned so slowly that Sean's heart slammed against his ribs in an attempt to run. Natemare's dark eyes flashed with sharp purple veins across his dark brown irises as he peered at him through his curtain of dark bangs. His expression wasn't angry but there was an air of tension now between them. One of Natemare's hands moved off the wall to curl a finger under Sean's chin, lightly pinning him to the wall. Bringing his lips closer to his, Natemare's voice was lifeless when he defended lightly. "I told you. Demons don't love." After a calming breath, Sean gently retorted. "I don't believe that. You merged with your vessel just as Dark did. If Nathan could love... then you can." Natemare dropped his hand from Sean's chin, starting to lean away from him with an unfazed expression. A sudden thought occurred to Sean, causing him to blurt out tenderly. "Dark was paid to break your vessel. How did he do it? Why did you pick him to do it?"