"Nostalgia?" I questioned and repeated what he said. He seemed rather hazy and zoned out so I sat myself down silently next to him as he continued to gaze at the small birch wood music box. "Look.. it doesn't matter.. okay?" Dark replied, in a gruff and cold tone, he looked at me as he said it, his eyes hooded with an eerie darkness and his iris' darker than usual.
I watched him a few more moments and he set the music box down, seeming to edge closer to me. I got unnerved and leant back, he just followed. To my surprise, he wrapped his arms around me, I could feel his breath on my shoulder. The sensation also surprising with those big strong arms of his, warm and welcoming. Very much different to his personality and traits. I asked no questions and hugged him back. He froze, so did I. Then, Dark pushed me off him rather violently ( not enough to hurt me ) and frowned, seeming to growl under his breath. I gulped as I stared back at him, wondering what was going on in that complex mind of his.
Thats when it happened. He did it. After somewhat realising I must have looked scared of him, something changed in his eyes which lead him to lunge forward, grabbing my chin in the process and forcing our lips to join. He kissed me.
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Living with Darkiplier
FanfictionA strange man seems to appear in your home, he seems familiar.. Diary style first person POV of your adventures with everyones favourite tall, dark 'n' creepy boy; Darkiplier!
